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There were only a few days left in the release of Shaan, who had been imprisoned behind bars for ten years. The first time he was jailed for drug trafficking, the policeman insulted him and pushed him into jail with nicknames. Let's go inside. Taka's hawaldar you don't know who he is talking to  what are your times  He could not. People used to greet him with bows. But today, for the first time, he was being reminded of his times. He had decided to take revenge on the policeman after he had lost his heart. Only then did he sit quietly in a corner, looking at the other accused with contempt. Two days pass but no one comes to release him  then a week  a month  and then the court sentences him to ten years for the first time in his life It is known but he still does not recover. 

Friendship with such great people is of no use. No one comes to rescue him. He was transferred to Adiala Jail and was also allotted a prisoner number. From morning till night he would sometimes clean the jail, sometimes clean the dishes and sometimes grind the flour but in spite of all this he looked down on other prisoners He thinks he is inferior and doesn't like to talk about it. He works quietly all day and sleeps in a corner of the bed at night. At the same time, two years passed, but his attitude did not change. And then another two years passed. The color faded, the hands and feet became lifeless like dry wood and the bones became clear. The doctors did not diagnose any disease but he remained unwell. Then two more years passed and his youth faded further. 

The color turned more yellow, silver came down in his hair, his eyes sunk inwards, his body became dry and lifeless. The people who did not allow anyone to wander near them thinking that they were inferior to them now turned back. The prisoners were reluctant to go near him. Now he was always thinking of something. On the day of his independence he would remember how he took care of his health. He would trim his hair, shampoo it, wear expensive clothes and shoes once or twice and throw it away. He does not allow anyone to touch the goods. In order to fulfill his noble passion, he entered the drug business. But today his condition was telling something else. For years he had not changed his clothes. 

Two pairs of clothes which he had worn repeatedly and a pair of shoes which had been pierced were his total assets. Today he was completely alone. For the first two or three years, one and a half servants used to visit him, but in view of his serious crime and satire, he was reluctant to meet him. His parents were in this world. Not those who were faithful and were not married. The rest of the children, siblings, they were happy in their own lives. Two more years passed and now loneliness became his only companion and that dream  which had been bothering him for the last eight years  in which some blood-addicted people used to ask for an account of their death. Dreams had taken hold in his mind. 

The cries of the people did not let him sleep. Today he was realizing that he had done something wrong. Drugs had taken the lives of thousands of people and destroyed the homes of millions of people. Could it be. How could he become superior by underestimating Allah's creation. Today he apologized to his fellow prisoners for his bad behavior, he apologized to God for his sins  but why he was not getting peace  why he was having nightmares. Then a prisoner told him, "God does not forgive unless the servant forgives." This made him even more anxious. "I will be released and apologize to everyone  I will apologize to every single servant of the whole universe" Just then he decided  Now he began to count the days of his release He used to prostrate. Prayers, fasting and Tasbeeh are just this world. Now people started falling in love with him. 

He dedicated his life to helping Zangi religion and God's people. Two more years passed. Yesterday was the day of his release. As soon as the sun rose, he was to be released from prison for life. Instead of being happy in his future life, he was satisfied. It was obvious for years, it was nowhere to be seen today. Today he was feeling light. Now even those shaky dreams had stopped coming. Just one more day of waiting and release from this imprisonment for life. But it was a day that was getting longer. But sooner or later, time passes and that time also passes. 

Like the first ray of morning. All the prisoners came to greet him. "Get up Shaan Bhai, today you are completely free  start your new life now get up Shaan Bhai look everyone has come to say goodbye to you  you have been released" Today he was released  from this imprisonment, from these dreams, from all the anxiety and from this life.