Short Story: The False Consolation

Originally written in Baloch by: Yasir Karim

Translated to English by: Uzair Mehr

Sachan, while weeping, entered the balcony of his house. His mother saw him weeping.

“Who beat you that you are weeping my son?”

“Mother! Laloo said that I didn’t wear new clothes.

I said to him that the boss didn’t give permission to my father. Today he will give him permission to leave so he will come and bring my new clothes and I will wear them in the evening”.

“Mom! Laloo said that my father will not come and Mauli verified the Laloo’s saying as well.”

“Dear Sachan, don’t you remember what your father said over the phone last night?

He said he will come in the morning at 12 o’ clock.”

“Laloo and Mauli begrudge you”.

“Mom, what’s the time now?”

“My dear, it is 10 o’ clock now”.

“Mom, it will be 12 o’ clock in the evening?”

“Yes, my son when evening comes it implies that it is 12’o clock”.

“Mom, please dial Dad’s number and call him. I want to talk to him”.

“Hello, Sachan’s father!

Talk to Sachan please”.

“Hello! Dad, how are you?

Dad please come and bring my clothes, shoes, spectacles and watch. I will adorn myself”.

“Children are deriding me”.

” What?”

“When?”

“But you said you would come tomorrow at 12 o’ clock last night”.

Sachan’s words were incomplete.

His mother took his phone from his hand and, went inside, and locked the door from the inside.

“Hey brother, what did you say to Sachan?

Ok I will tell him”.

“Mom, please open the door”.

Mother opened the door Sachan asked,

“Mom, what did father say? When will he come?”

“Will he come tomorrow?”

“Yes, my son”.

“Mom, I’m going to go outside and tell Laloo that my father will come tomorrow”.

Sachan was on cloud nine and left the balcony.

When mother saw that Sachan went outside, she started wailing.

“Oh My God, what should I answer Sachan? O My Holy God which lie I should fabricate now?”

Our blissful Eid…………………!!!