It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. People led simple lives. We were all farmers. People were good to one another.
My first born was a son. Jaan Mohammad and other villagers came to our place for shaw-shini. They stayed up all night long, sang ghazal, ate, and laughed. Early the next day, they ate dried fruit and naan-boota, and then returned to their own homes to sleep. 12 days later, my first born died.
*Shaw-Shini = A tradition wherein relatives celebrate the birth of a son with a night of songs, games and festivities.
*Ghazal = Traditional Hazara songs that combine Persian poetry with central Asian throat singing
*Naan-boota = Traditional Hazara dish made with butter, yoghurt, and ground dried bread