کھل چکا
Every Sunday you rubbed oil into my hair from the tall tree that grows by the sea, and your dupatta kept the smell of it all week.
Ammi, I took one of your dupattas with me when I left for Glasgow.
دراز میں دیکھا جا رہا ہے…
دراز میں دیکھا جا رہا ہے…
ایک مُہر بند خط Saima کا انتظار کر رہا ہے۔
Every Sunday you rubbed oil into my hair from the tall tree that grows by the sea, and your dupatta kept the smell of it all week.
Ammi, I took one of your dupattas with me when I left for Glasgow.
اس خط کا باقی حصہ مُہر بند ہے۔