Mother: (With Sadness) what are you doing man?… what are you searching… you have sold all the house equipment… nothing left…
Father: (Languidly) none of your business… get lost… this is my house… I have the authority… if I wish then I can sell… or if I wish then I will keep…
Mother: (Sadly) hey man… for God say… fear from God… you have sold all the equipment of the house… you just smoked them away… what you have taken from this smoking… in spite of a bad name… my son Wais shame on you among the people… because of shame I cannot go out… everyone is calling you addicted man…
Father: I said shut up… it is none of your business… it is my wish that I smoke opium or other addicted stuff… these are all mine… you don’t have the authority… don’t talk about me…
Mother: God help you… where are you caring the iron… I am ironing with it the second hand clothes… if we don’t have this then from where I earn the money… please don’t carry this…
Father: (Languidly) get out of my way lady… I feel pain in my body… you buy another one for yourself…
Mother: With which money?… I think you have stuck your eyes to some pennies of Wais… you don’t have the zeal to work and struggle…
Father:(Languidly) yes I have no zeal… understand…
Mother: (Sadly) I pray the God ruin you… what sin I have committed that I am in this situation… uff God… you save me… look at the situation of this house… I need to arrange everything again… also need to wash the clothes
Mother: look at the clothes of Wais… how dirty it is… it is not his fault… he is working in the mechanic shop… because of his father he could not study… let me look at his pockets and then wash his clothes…
Mother: (With anxiety) Alas… what is this… this is the snuff… I think Wais uses snuff… he is not looking at his father… (With hurry) now it is good… in his pocket the cigarettes and matches is also available… God… look at this situation… his father was a problem that now his son is also following him… now what should I do?…
Mother:(With Sadness) what should I do now… his father was also an addicted person… these cigarettes and snuff put him in this trouble… hundred times I told him that this has no future but he did not accept of me…now what should I do… my son won’t go of control…
Mother:(Sadly) once he comes at night then I will talk to him… I hope that he accept…
Mother:God… you save my son
Mother:(With herself) let me warm up the room very well… tonight it is very cold… ohh God… my son well feel too much cold outside…
(Wais’s coughing sound from outside and sound of opening the door)
Wais: (While feeling cold) hello mummy… how are you?…
Mother:Hello to you son… welcome…. Come sit near the heat you are cold…
Wais: Yes, it is too cold… my gloves are torn… it’s all in pieces…
Mother:(With kindness) give me your hands so that I warm up for you…
Wais: No need… it would be ok… where is that addicted person…
Mother:(With anxiety) I don’t know… in the morning once again he searched the home… he fetched away the iron… he may not come home…God save him…
Wais: I hope that he lost away… he is not like a father… I hope that he never be ok…
Mother:(With anxiety) Wais… be careful not to follow your father’s path… see how wretch he is… he is not happy at all… I hope that you won’t be like him…
Wais: (Seriously) what are you saying mummy… I know all these point…
Mother:Then why you are carrying snuff and cigarettes in you pocket…
Wais: (Seriously) nothing… those are not mine… it is of my friend…
Mother:(With anxiety) I hope so… but be careful in this regard… otherwise you will be in trouble…
Message of Drama: Addiction of parents then especially that of father pursue the children for the use of narcotics; with taking care of yourself ensure the future of your children.
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