A mud hut, beside the mustard fields of Punjab
the angheeti is warm, the smell of burning cow dung in the air
rotis sit upon the iron curve, a family sits around it
young Jihad, is home in his happiness here

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As we all know, the day the earth rumbled for the last time, the world was split in two. A deep crack, towards to the center of the earth and somehow beyond, formed along the 73rd longitude. Many families were split apart, left on either sides of the crack, never to see each other again. However for those in North India, this partition was especially hard. Many Punjabis, like Jihad, saw their family fall into the eternal depth - and heard them scream for hours.
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Since that day Jihad has roamed these lands looking for solace. He finds it in helping people that he comes across. He finds it in healing the earth, offering spells to plants, animals and ecosystems he travels through. Most of all, he finds it in Babloo, his pet frog, the only person from his family that he has left.

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