Mother: (With anger breathing quickly) Naweed… Hey Naweed… I am calling you… stand up… go and bring bread, it is lunch time, now your father will arrive! (Shouting) I am telling you naughty,… puffy eyed…
Naweed: (Excuses) please mother… let me watch this cartoon film then I will go!
Mother: (With anger) turned it off, aren’t you seeing that the electricity is instable; it may damage it!
Naweed: (thrilling) See how it escaped… how clever it is!
Mother: (With anger) Are you listening to my words or not? Aren’t you looking that the TV is becoming black… stand up; otherwise I will come to beat you with my hands full of flour!
Naweed: (the sound of TV turns off, with fear) Alas… mother the TV turned off!
Mother: (squeezes her teeth) if it is damaged, I will see with you, impudent boy… unfathered… didn’t I say to turn it off?
Naweed: (With fear and hurry) don’t worry mom… may be it is unplugged! Let me see it! (With himself) it is not turning on… might be damaged… what should I do now? My father will kill me!
Mother: (With anger) Is it turning on or not?
Naweed: (swallow his saliva) May be there is no power! Might not be damaged!
Mother: (Shouts with anger) if there is no power then how the light is turned on? I will see with you… how much I told you to stand up… you are not obeying me… thug… (She throws the glass towards Naweed)
Naweed: (Shouting with sadness) Alas… you have wounded me… you were almost to break the glass… what is my fault here? I was not welling to damage it!
Mother: (With anger) let your father come home then he will see with you! Hurry up go and bring the bread… otherwise I will beat you… (With anger) hurry up otherwise your father will come…
{Music}
(Crowd sound in the street)
Ghafar: (With kindness) Naweed… Naweed Jan… dear nephew why you are standing here? (Nothing is heard from Naweed) Naweed… I am telling you Naweed! Where are you?
Naweed: (With hurry) ha… ha… hello uncle Ghafar! Hope you are not tired… were you telling me something?
Ghafar: (Laughing) How many times I called you but you didn’t hear… where are your thoughts… what is the problem that you are standing in this cold? See all the breads also become hard… why you are not going home?
Naweed: (With fear) uncle Ghafar, I am afraid going home! If my father comes home he will beat me!
Ghafar: (Wondering) Why? What for?
Naweed: (With Enmity) I was watching the TV, the power went once and came back, the TV damaged… my father really shouted on me! My father is coming home for lunch… if he understands, he will kill me… it is to mention that on each and every events he is beating me! (Weeping)
Ghafar: (With kindness) I understand! I know your father very well that how cranky he is… it is ok… after some minutes; I will come to your home and will talk with your father! Now go home because they may be angry again!
Naweed: (Weeping) my mother is also beating me always, insulting me, reporting to my dad… putting me in problems… I won’t go home… I will escape! They don’t love me… they are so bad…
Ghafar: (With kindness) Be sure Naweed; not to do this action… go to home today, I will come and talk with your father today… dear nephew… hurry up… now go home…
{Music}
(Crying and Sobbing)
Father: (With anger) Stupid…fool… this is the work you have done… your expenses are more than all… now you have damaged the TV… Damn! (With anger) go… go to the other room, I don’t want to listen to your weeps!
(Naweed gets out of the room, opening and closing sound of the door)
Ghafar: (From Distant) Haseeb Jan, are you at home?… Can I come in?
Father: Come… come… hope you are not tired… excuse me Ghafar brother… this boy has made me crazy! He is out of humanity! He is not accepting things at all… I am totally tired of him!
Ghafar: (Irritating) I am fine, hope you be ok as well; Haseeb Jan, this is your fault… why you are beating him too much? Do you understand that because of the fear, he was not coming home today… he was saying that he is going to be beaten at home, do not disturb too much this child, he is fedup with life! He is not going to be remained this weak child, he will be a grown man, and then I will take his revenge… what would be a child that you are doing this much violence against him… insulting and beating him…this is not the rule of God… he is a God’s trust with you… you are doing this so that he become a tramped of streets, lawbreaker… mentally he would be disturbed and fed-up of the life…
Mother: (Ashamed) this is right… this should be the punishment of a disobedient child…
Ghafar: (With anxiety) No, No… he was not disobedient from the beginning , this much humility, insult and beating has made him so, if we present him everything with love, laugh and kindness he would be the best child! The day should not come that he leave the home…
Message of Drama: The children are the future of this country, violence of parents has a negative effect on them and it leads them to escape from homes, let’s be kind to our children and love them.
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