Emaan Ki Manzil A Short Story by Aliya Tauseef. Now he was looking at everyone sitting in the mosque. If one was bringing milk for him, the other one was bringing juice, bread or rice. Someone was carrying new clothes for him. His hair was cut and beard was trimmed. He took a bath and wore new clothes. He was still under the effect of unconsciousness as every inch of his body was feeling pain. He was tired of running and wanted to stay somewhere now. He was easily recognized wherever he went. He could have been caught or killed. Though he had changed his get now and it was not much easier to recognize him. He body had turned weak with dark circles around the eyes, long uncombed beard and hair that were unsettled were coming up to shoulders. He had tied the hair in a white cloth to avoid further disarray.
