One day back there in the good old age when I was 9 and the world was full of every imaginable kind of magnificance and life for still a delightful and my stress dream my cousin Morad who was considered crazy boy everybody who knew the him accept me came to my house at 4 in the morning and woke up taping on the wind of my room.
Param he said I jump out of bed and looked out of the window I couldn't believe that what I saw I wasn't morning at but it was summer and with day break not my many minutes around the corner of the word it was light in a format to know I wasn't dreaming my cousin Moradsitting on a beautiful white horse.
I struck my head out of the wind on rubbed my eyes.
Yes he said in armenian it is a horse you are not dreaming make it quick if you want to ride I knew my cousin Murad enjoyed being a leave more than anybody else who had ever fall in.
In the first place my earliest memories had been memories of horses and my first longing had been longing to ride.
This was the wonderful for what in the second place we were poor this was the part that wouldn't permit me to believe what I saw were pore we had no money our whole try was poverty striken our every branch of the union family was living in most amazing and comical poverty in the world nobody could understand where we ever got money in up to keep us with food in our belies not even the old man of the family most important of all the we were famous for our honesty we had will famous for our honesty for something like 11 centuries even when we had been the well DS family in what we like to think was the world we were proud first honest next and after that we believe in right and wrong turn advantage of anybody in the world let alone.
Consequently even though I could see the horse of magnificent even though I could smell it so lovely even though I could hear it beating so exciting I couldn't believe the horse had anything to do with my cousin Murad and with me or with any of the other members of our family asleep for awake because I knew my cousin brothers and if he couldn't have both it he must have a stone in and if you have to believe he had stolen it.
No member of the Gregorian family could be a thief I start first at my cousin and then and the horse there was a pious stillness and humor image of them which one on the one hand delighted me and on the other flat in me.
Murad, I said where did you still this horse ?
Leap out of the window he said if you want to ride.
It was true, then. He had stolen the horse. There was no question about it he had come to invite me to ride or not as I choose.
Well it same to be staying a horse for a ride was not the same thing as stealing something else such as money for all I new may it was unt stealing at all if you work crazy about horses the way my cousin Murad and I were I wasn't staying.
I wouldn't become sterling until we offer to sell the hours which of course I knew we would never do.
Let me put on some clothes, I said.
All light he said but Hari I lived into my clothes I jump down to the yard from the window and lift out on to the horse behind my cousin brother.
That TV year was we lived at the age of the town on walnut Avenue behind our horse was the country why yards or cards irrigation d chassis and country roads in less than the 3 minutes fever on olive Avenue and then the horse became to throat. There was new and lovely to great the feel of the horse running was wonderful Michael and Murad who was considered one of the cariest members of our family begin to sing I mean he begin to roar.
Every family has a crazy strike in IT somewhere and Michael j Murad was considered the natural descendant of the Karachi strike in our travel before him was avar uncle khasra and enormous man with a powerful head of black hair and the largest Moses in the same Jacqueline valley a man of furious in temple so important that he stopped anyone from talking by roaring it is nohar tension to it.
That was all no matter what anybody happened to be talking about once it was his own son rack running at belongs to the barbers of where is father was having his mass age trim to tell him their house was on fire. This man khush raho set up in the chair and road it has no pain or tension to it the barber side but the boys as our house is on the fire it is I say.
My cousin Moradabad considered the natural descendant of this man all the Murad father was jurab was practical and nothing else that's how it was Innova try Aman could be the father of his son feel as but that did not mean that he was also the father of his spirit. The distribution of the various kinds of which state of our tribe had been from the beginning capricious and vagrant.
We wrote and microsen barat Singh for all anybody new we were still in the world country where at least according to some of our neighbours we belong will let the horse run as long as it fat like running.
At least my cousin Murad sad get down I want to ride alone will you let me write alone I I ask.
That is up to the horse Michael Jackson get down the horse will let me ride I said.
Vishal she said don't forget it I have a way with our horse well I said anyway you have with horse I have also.
For the sake of our safety said let us half so get down all right I said but remember you have got to let me try to read alone.
I go down and my cousin brothers and shouted Wazir and the hot is today on it's 5 lakhs is noted numbers into for your speed that was the lovely thing I had your my cousin brothers of field of dry grass to an irrigation the whole and 5 minutes latering vate.
The sun was coming up now it's my turn try I said.
I lived to the back of the hours and formament new the most powerful fear imaginable the host did not more kick into his muscles and microsen was said what are you waiting for we have got to take him back before everybody in the world is up and about.
Done to the muscles of the horse once again and is noted then it begin to an Idea internet about what to do mistake of running agro the fill to the irrigation teach the horse run down the road to the Vineyard of the Quran Arabian wear it begin to lip our wins the horse lived over 7 wise before I fail but it contain running down the road.
I am not worried about you he suited we have go to get the orcand I will go this way if you come upon him he be kindly I will be here I continue down the road and my cousin Moradabad and across the field toward the irrigation I took him of an hour to find the horse and bringing him back.
Alright he said jump on the whole world is awake now what will we do I said well he said he will either take him bake or high day Monday tomorrow morning he didn't sound worried and I knew he did hide him and not take in bag not for a while at any rate where will we wide him I said I knew a place he said how long I would did you still this I said.
It's a delete down on me and that he had been taking these early morning a ride for sometime and come for me this morning only because how much I love to ride.
Who said anything about stealing hours he said any how I said how long did you begin riding every morning not until this morning he said are you telling the truth I said of course not he said but if we are found out that what you are to stay I don't want both of us to be a liars all you know is what we start riding this morning or right.
He wrote the words quickly to the burn of a circuit when heard which at one time had been the pride of a form named fat veg and their some oats and dry alfalfa in the world we behind working home.
I wasn't easy he said to get the horse to behave so nicely at first I want to run wild but as I have told you I have a way with horse I can't get it want to do anything I want it to do horses understand me how do you do it I said understanding with horse he said.
Yes but what sort of an understanding I said a simple and honest one I he said well I said I wish I knew how to reach in your understanding light that what hours you are still in a small why he said when you get the 13 she will know how to do it I went to man at heart breakfast.
That afternoon my uncle khush raho come to her house for coffee and cigarette he said in the parlour shipping and smoking remembeering the old country the then another who out of low liners had learn the express fake arminion my mother brought the lonely visitor of often tambaku and he rolled cigarette and shift and small then at last signing sadly sad my white horse which was installing last monthly for I can't send it.
Mangal ko shrart become very irritated southead it's what is the loss of horse haven't we all lost the homeland this what is crying our house?
Pay no tension to eat my uncle kasarao road I walk 10 miles to get there join you have less myself my left me with the farmers attention road that horse cost mis $6 the farmers and I spit on money by got up and its proud out of the screen door my mother explain.
He has a gentle heart he said it is simplely that he is Om sick and such a large and the farmer went away iron to my cousin Morad house.
Shivaji City under peace trying to repair the heartbeat of a young Robin which couldn't fly you are talking to the world what is it he said the farmer John by roise and he will read our house he wants his horse your headed I want to promise not to take it back untilled it will take care to learn to write my cousin morar sad without keep the horse here I said.
Michael lived to his feet what he wrote are you inviting a member of a Grewal family to steal the horse must go back to its to owner when I said he 6 month at the latest he said.
He trive the bird into the tried hard almost felt twice but at last believe away high and straight early every morning photo with my cousin Murad and height of the horse out of the burn of a deserted by nedware we were hiding it an audit and every morning the horse when it was my turn to write alone lived our gap funds and 3 me and rain away never diless I have 10 time to learn tried the way my broad.
One morning on the way to fatve in deserted when you are an into the former zone was born is where to town let me do the talking my cousin Murad said I have a way with farmers good morning John my love my care Murad said to the farmer the farmer the horse eagerly good morning son of my friend she said what is the name of your hours my heart my cous said in armenian.
A lovely name sad for a lovely horse I could share it to the horse that was installing from me many weeks may into they is mouth of Mora said the formal loaded to the amount of the horse though for those he said I would share it my hours if I don't know your parents there over family for message you will not tell me at the horse my horse of your family at the horse that you know my horse.
Early the following way to the hospital the dogs followed us around without meta sound the dogs voice to my cousin brother I thought they would work they would at somebody else he said I have a way with dogs by cousin muradpur is on the horsepress into the horse and we went away.
That of time John by them Tower House in his sorry my mother the horse that administrator I do not know what to think he said the horse is stronger than you are better temper to I thank god my uncle and outer quiteman quite your turn or tension to it.