The sun was blazing high in the sky. The birds were parched and the spectators were silent. Many hands rose for the prayers.
He could hear the throbbing of his heart in his ears. The tinkling drop of sweat popped out from the skin of head and traveled towards his temple. He closed his eyes for a second. He sighed and said the name of Allah, after all He is the One who can turn the table at any time. He opened his eyes and saw Chetan Sharma who started to run towards him. Sharma bowled a low full toss and he moved his bat with the full force. Tuck! Everyone was dumb founded. Chetan forgot to breath. The ball didn’t bounce and crossed the boundary. Finally, Pakistan won the final of Austral-Asia Cup (1986) and Miandad began to breathe from the ashes. Millions of cricket fans in India died that day. And, in Pakistan a new embodiment of patriotism and heroism rose.
Under Green Wood Tree 