100 YEAR LATER

It was the last watch of a freezing January night.



He was walking briskly.



His destination was the ancient Makli Graveyard in Thatta.



Another night had passed, wandering aimlessly.



Once again, his search had not ended.



This had become his nightly routine—



And it had been going on for many years.



Every evening after the Maghrib prayer,



He would leave his dwelling in search of what he had come here for.



He roamed through deserts and wilderness,



Returning to his dwelling just before dawn.



Years had passed—