Read the excerpt from Iqbal. Then we heard the awful, terrifying sound that haunted our sleep: the grate of the Tomb as it was raised and then bang! as it fell closed. The sound echoed in the heavy heat of the courtyard.

We couldn't breathe. The air was motionless. The dust lay still. Only the horseflies stirred, continuing to bite at our legs, but nobody even attempted to swat them away.

Hussain Khan came back up from underground. We heard his slow heavy footsteps. When he emerged into the sun he squinted his eyes. He closed the door with one final push and approached us where we were still clinging together at the entrance to the workshop.

Based on the descriptive details of the setting, what can be inferred about the Tomb?

It is not as bad a place as its name would suggest.
It is cooler and more pleasant than the hot courtyard.
It is dark and treacherous, while the courtyard is hot and sunny.
It is a place from which no one ever emerges again. How does this fictionalized story of Iqbal help you understand the life of a real child laborer like Iqbal?