Story of Sathya

The Fast

“Junaid, wake up, its Sehri time,” Mother said.

“Ammi, let me sleep. I will wake up before Azan!”

I thought of bunking my school.

Azan was announced at 5 am.

I wake up at 8.
I stay back home citing weakness. I lied.
11 AM. I realized Allah had punished me as I was feeling hungry.


Story of Sathya

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