The Weaver

Junaid's Hands were  going Crazy , Fast like a Machine on that Pattern of a Saree , which was going to be sold in  Thousands, some where in International market or a Showroom in some Mall . But he will get Peanuts for something very extraordinary he was doing there . He is a Zardozi Worker , An art of Heavy and Elaborate Embroidery Work Famous in Lucknow City. In Persian " ZAR " means GOLD and " DOZI " means EMBROIDERY so  an Embroidery done with Gold thread was called Zardozi.  So JUNAID Fights Every Day for that little Bit, so that he could Insure a Meal for his Family. He cant Afford to Fall Sick,  as he is on Daily Wages . A Mother and a Sister  to Look after . His Mother Works as Maid in Nearby Houses for Money . But she dint get much so Junaid's work is very Important for there Survival. He wakes up early and  is ready for a Tough day, he has to reach his work place and get going with his work, on that rectangular piece of cloth fitted on a Wooden frame they call "Adda". And he is on it now, Concentration Personified , its really Surprising how can some one be so fast with that small Needle Carving a beautiful pattern on that cloth . He works continuously for six hours on that thing and after a small tea break he works for another three hours on that thing. I cant even look at that thing happening  for more than ten minutes , its boring and tiring to even watch. But he has no choice , he has to do it for the Future of his Family. Every thing depends on him . He is trapped in this misery . But he is not that sad today, as one of his co worker has invited him in a marriage party , finally he will not have to buy food for that day . He has saved some money and now he can afford to get sick for a day at least. They have had a good end to the day . Some good food they had after long time . Junaid is very Tired , he has worked hard today , he has to get some sleep so that he could wake up fresh for another tough day. He gets asleep as soon he got the bed. A Tough day has ended for Junaid and its not going to change tomorrow either. His Mother is Sitting next to him rubbing his forehead slowly and thinking " He is our only Hope " JUNAID IS JUST THIRTEEN YEARS OLD !

                                                                                                                             
                                                                                                                               By  ' S. Danish Rizvi '