So taking a stroll near Masjid Mohabbat Khan; I saw this wretched, derelict hideously deformed man with a hump on his back, who was using his hands in attempt to move, as his legs seemed incapable of bearing his weight. "Allah k nam per de do!" this voice rose after every second, and his urn would clang with the money dropped by people passing by and those entering or leaving the mosque. So I stood on a side to see how it goes on for the "Hunchback of Mohabbat khan". Soon his urn was filled with money, which he deftly, emptied in a sack lying next to him and resumed his begging routine "Allah k nam per de do!" till the end of the day. As the lingering light of the day was obliterated by the rapid falling night, transforming the sky into vast expanse of jet black that engulfed the town, This "Hunchback of Mohabbat Khan" started wrapping up his goods and chattels, and started dragging himself with his hands to a new destination, unaware of being w...