Herat, New Territory
Daniyal was sweating profusely as he unloaded large sacks of wheat flour from the carriage brought by the people of the Bharatiya Empire.
'Thud!'
Dropping the heavy 50-kilogram sack on top of the pile that was already waist-high in the godown, he went back after wiping his shoulders that were filled with jute dust.
Daniyal was panting heavily. This was already the 12th round, but he was not angry for being worked like cattle, or as a matter of fact, he was not even disappointed that he did not get a chance to spend a few hours with his wife and kids, instead, he felt hope, hope to survive, hope to live on, and more importantly, hope that no one else in his family would have to die of starvation.
