The main door of our house was made of wooden nets and it was closed in such a way that if you open it a little from below it would make enough space for a child to get out easily. If it was time for our father to come at 4 pm we would The seven siblings opened the door a little and looked out.
The streets of Nazimabad were wide in those days, so one could see the Sibtain floor on the corner of the street. Running to the side, Bawa and I would all come home in a huddle of children. In the early days of the month, Bawa would often take us to Nazimabad Golimar Chowrangi where the famous bin kebab of that time could be found at the stall.
It would have been wonderful if there was Noora Pan Shop next to that bin kebab stall whose owner Noora Bhai had big mustache. His Vespa scooter was standing nearby.
We were very scared of Noora Bhai, he used to talk very kindly but We were intimidated by his Balochi style of speaking. People used to come from far and wide to eat Chowrangi Chaat. Then the first Mr. Burger shop of Karachi was opened in Rizvia Market. The door of that shop was made of glass. Ordered a meal which made Bawa's face look a little embarrassed. I could not fathom the problem because of my infirmity.
Then a few days later Bawa and I took all the children to Mr. Burger. It was a lot of fun to eat fries. After Bawa's death, our mother told me that on that day your Bawa had borrowed some money from a friend so that you could feed the children expensive bun kebabs.
Never order Mr. Burger, if I remember today, all the scenes start revolving in front of my eyes like a movie but soon those scenes fade away but the reason for that fading is not lack of memory but the moisture in the eyes, not today.
May he remain old and not that sight, or may Allah keep the shadow of his parents safe on every child. Amen