When Sham Bhai begins to sing, a hush falls over the village. Her clear, steady voice drifts across the dusty lanes and mud homes, carried by the same wind she sings about - winds that now come earlier, harder, hotter.
“We are the people of the south," she sings in Sindhi, her native tongue. "The winds seem to be blowing from the north. The winds seem cold and warm. My heart is burned from seeing the collapsed houses in the rain. Oh, beloved, come home soon.”
