Libels Of A War

How long, I don't know how long the bare footed boy in a dirty and torn shirt a dirty big bag on his shoulders, who leaves his bed with the call of dawn prayers and goes to dirty streets, where there is a plateau of rotten garbage a symbol of efficiency of the government. He passes sometime there and collects empty packets and empty bottles, and if he is lucky and he collects these valuables, by lunch time at noon, to sell it and to earn a little money to purchase a bread and some curry. Till then he remains hungry. Failing to find garbage that may be sold, He goes to the residential areas, knocking the doors, and when asked as to who is there, he replies in a question do you have a bread, when told, no, he says rather commands, "Give me Rs.10." A libel of not having cooked breads yet. Though he was born in Pakistan But he is son of an Afghan immigrant. He took shelter in Pakistan, During Afghan War, in that Soviet Union was disintegrated. How long, I don't know how long Afghanistan along with Pakistan will pay the libels of the war. How long, I don't know how long Pakistan will remain a victim of terror. I am surprised, did the weapons left by Soviet soldiers, haven't exhausted yet. If not so where from the terrorists, the fighters of freedom during Afghan War, get most modern weapons, and who is financing them? How long, I don't know how long It will continue.