She toiled day and night for her children

She toiled day and night for her children...

He lay mutely in a tranquil environment...the cool air in the room he did not perceive. A swanking environment it was...draped in plush corporate culture for the super-rich...

A bubbly, mischievous boy he was...loved by his mother and sisters...

"No parent of a small child does what she is doing" a senior said.

The long waiting list of children waiting for their turn would maybe get a little shorter...

"Meri gali ki ladkiyan paise ka intezam kar rahi hain" she said when pressed to clear her dues.

She had taken him to the very best...far beyond her means...

A twitch in his foot while she massaged his chest gave her umeed...prayers followed...

Your son is brain dead we kept telling her...an inconsolable mother she was...a deluge of tears streaming down her cheeks...

And yet she consented to donate the organs of her son...to give life to 6-7 children under 14 years of age...in them she wished to see her son live...

In her gali she toils day and night...and yet she rose above many...