Muhammad Safir passed away. Four small children are deprived of their father’s shadow. The poor mother should provide the bread of the house or teach the children. The future of small buds is a question. Admission to the school is to be done. The education of these orphans is their responsibility that there can be no better way to earn good.

Shivering Hands, Burning Fever
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.


