With a crack of the whip, the bullock began to move, the cart rolling forward with a steady rhythm. Pammiâs heart raced as the streets of Kalu Cheema faded behind them, the shadows of their home slipping into the distance. She turned to look back one last time, a pang of sorrow tightening her chest. This wasnât just a house; it was her past, her memories, everything she had ever known. As they traveled down the narrow dirt path, the darkness closed in around them like a heavy blanket. Moonlight filtered through the trees, casting ghostly shadows that danced on the ground. Every bump in the road sent jolts of fear through Pammi, but she clung to her motherâs arm, seeking comfort in her presence. See more