Summary of the tale of the windshield cleaning child and the grey cultus driver
I dread only one thing more than death, and that’s poverty.
Poverty, which kills your dreams, talent and self respect.
Which makes you stand still while your ego is trampled on.
Which keeps you from striking back.
Poverty kept the windshield-sweeping child from lashing out at the car driver who slapped him.
And pride kept him from crying.
Sigh. And cowardice kept me from crashing my car into the grey cultus the creep was driving.
Allah apni zameen pe itni ra’unat bardasht kyun karta he?