Iqbal’s tears still weigh heavy on my heart.
Torn clothes, shivering hands from hunger, a burning body from fever—his tearful eyes silently questioning the state, institutions, and the society.I had no answer.

Iqbal’s tears still weigh heavy on my heart.
Torn clothes, shivering hands from hunger, a burning body from fever—his tearful eyes silently questioning the state, institutions, and the society.I had no answer.