Dynasty Of Thoughts
Episode # 1
“Yes a man can do whatever he wants, if you are willing to
change the direction , no mountain of difficulties in the world even can block the
way of your thoughts flow, can not reflect the storm of your passion back” Mr.
Syed Muhammad Salaar (the teacher of English literature) was addressing to the
class.
“But Sir, What should we do if we do not know what is the
actual nature of our thoughts? Because sometimes we are passionate enough to
win the world, and we are ignorant enough to find the nature of our passion.”
Aiman puts a question while going through the interesting lecture of Mr.
Salaar.
“Hmmm…” An affectionate smile spreads on the face of Mr.
Salaar.
“A very beautiful question you’ve asked Aiman, it can take
about the whole life time of a person to answer, if he is not guided well…”
(Mr. Salaar takes a deep breath and pauses for a while) then he begins “In such
an innocent situation one must find time for himself. Because if you do not
communicate with yourself, your inner is not going to reveal the cryptic issues
of it”
“Sir, sometimes we ponder a lot but our inner does not answer
to what we ask to it” Abdul Rehman interrupts.
“Valid...” Mr. Salaar responded.
“It is due to the fact that when your inner is addressing
you, you do not pay head to its calls and keep doing what you wish to…”
“Excuse me Sir” after calling for the third time Khurram kept
Silent.
“… and then it stops wasting its words when we pose to be
deaf...” Mr. Salaar took a sight of Khurram, smiled and said “just like Khurram
called me during the conversation for three times but when he found me busy in
my activity and not attending to him, he just stopped wasting his words” Mr.
Salaar gave stretches and stress to the last four words, as he wanted to relate
the two phenomenon to make his students get his point. Students took a sight of
Khurram and then of Mr. Salaar with a praising smile.
The bell rang and Mr. Salaar showed a small book sized novel
to his students and said “My dear children! We are going to start this novel,
in my hand, by the next class and I hope all of you are going to enjoy its
spirits”
Students were watching the novel in the swaying hand of their
teacher, with scanning eyes, and some of the curious students said “we’ll be
waiting for this to hear from you in the next class Sir!” Again a smile loaded
with fatherly affection spreads on Mr. Salaar’s face and he leaves the class by
saying his convention “stay safe my garden”
**********
Sharfu had never come across such a situation in his life. He
was so happy as no one else in the world when he thought about the most desired
blessing of Almighty going to be showered upon him and his wife Rehmat after
their marriage. But when he thought about his little income and how he was just
pretending to be living in the society… it used to make him thank Almighty when
he thought about his pious and contented wife that how much she cared about
him, console him and always tried to make him feel relaxed in the gloomy
situations. He thought what would have happened to him if he had got married to
some other women than Rehmat?
The same feelings of joy and sorrow were enveloping him when
he was coming back to his small but clean (as ever) mud house. “Oh Almighty you
know all about my situations and that I’m always doing my best to earn the
legal livelihood. Cherisher! Don’t ever put me to a trial that I can’t handle.
I do not need such a livelihood which would take me away from your path. I
don’t want to welcome my little angel with illegal feeder. Oh Almighty, shower
your grace upon me , my wife and our coming child.” Travelling with the
prayers, Sharfu came near his house.
“May peace be upon you! You came early today?” the same
smiling face of Rehmat enriched with the softness of her feminine voice welcomed
Sharfu.
“Yes I’ve again come back to home with nothing in my hands
but the fate lines” Sharfu was looking tired, took off his white scarf from the
shoulder and sat on the coat. Rehmat brought a glass of water for him. “You
know how precious your fate lines are?” she spoke while putting his hand on her
palm.
“But you don’t believe on them Rehmat” Sharfu said after a
sipping.
“I won’t be, if they were not in your hands, but you are
having them. And all the traits you possess can never be meaningless, this is
my belief” Rehmat put her innocent face on his palm. Sharfu’s eyes got wet on
this heart touching and innocent act of his wife.
“Rehmat…!” Sharfu’s voice was dipped in love for his wife.
”Hmmm…?” Her voice was sweet as she was getting wrapped with
her husband’s love.
“Don’t you think about how to welcome our first born?” Sharfu
asked.
“There is no need to think about” she replied in a careless
but sweet tone.
“Every women have certain desires, you’ll be having like them
too which need a good financial state, don’t you have any of them as you’re
going to enter the stage of a mother from that of a wife’s” Sharfu was patting
her head with the softness of his hand.
This time Rehmat put her hand with Sharfu’s in her lap,
turned her face to Sharfu and said “Yes I also have many desires like to bring
my child up, to manage the process of his education, to build up his character
and to make him a good human being and a good financial status is not a
necessary thing for all that” Sharfu could not bear the sparkle of hope and
motherly warmth in her eyes, so he started embedding his eyes to the floor.
“Oh my God, I’m such a forgetful women that I often forget to
ask you for meals” Rehmat spoke in a tone as she woke up from a dream. “Why do
I always forget that feeding with food is meant to satisfy your appetite and
not my hanging conversations” she stepped up towards to the only room in their
home to arrange something for the supper for his husband.
“You are ignorant Rehmat! You don’t know how do you satisfy
my soul with your beautiful words and give me courage to breath easily” Sharfu
whispered as Rehmat left the sight.
After having the supper, Sharfu and Rehmat offered prayer in
the small courtyard of their home.
The days were going on but Sharfu could not find any
reasonable job because the area they were living in was of interest dealers and
he did not want to join any illegal business. So his tensions were increasing
day by day. On the other hand Rehmat always tried to keep her husband relax,
she always taught him not to be disappointed from the grace of Almighty as it
is the sign of weakness of belief in Him. Most of the times she was able to
satisfy him, but sometimes she was not able to do so.
Episode # 2
Episode # 2
“Aaaahh…. Those who believe the most are supposed to suffer
the most…” Mr. Salaar closed the novel
and commented of the situation of Sharfu.
“Sir, Wasn’t Sharfu getting rigid in his thoughts? He had to
think that a little flexibility in his behavior can start earning? So he may
become able to cherish his first born? He had to think that he was going to be
a sinner if he won’t be able to fulfill the responsibility of his child.”
Maheen protested.
“This is why Sharfu thought what would had happen to him if
he got married to some women else than Rehmat?”
Mr. Salaar pointed Maheen and said in a humorous tone. The auditorium
echoed with light laughers.
“Sorry my child, you are right up to your thinking. But you know
what? We can prove anything wrong as right and that of right to wrong through
logics. Let suppose Sharfu got indulged in interest dealing, he would have been
a sinner in that way. But if he did not, he would have been blessed in the long
run. Because we are told in the Holy Quran, that our children and wealth is a
test for us.”
“How can romance survive in such a situation Sir?” as usual
Khurram asked a bold question.
“Romance…. Hmm…..” Mr. Salaar thought for a while and
continued “actually a real romance comes after love, and both of them loved
each other. Love is the meeting of souls and not the material things, souls
become one when the two reflect each other’s person. Sharfu and Rehmat were
resting under the peaceful shadow of belief in all that pinching heat of
hardships. And what you are calling romance in their case is actually the
soothing lap of the feelings of their love, a very innocent one, blessed with
the treasures of belief. When the souls are one, why should not the love
trickle to repair the damages of troubles?”
“This is all about our first day to novel. Your interest will
grow more by the chapter, I hope. And I really appreciate your reasonable
questions.” Mr. Salaar praised the students in a traditional way with a
fatherly smile.
“Stay blessed my Garden”
************
Loaded with the feelings of joy and gratefulness, Sharfu was impatiently
walking here and there in his courtyard. The smiles on his face were spreading
with every thought of his first born. Finally! A cheerful voice of his cry………!
Sharfu bent on his knees to thank Almighty, tears started
rolling down his cheeks, but every tear was worthy enough to buy thousands of
smiles.
“Sharfu!” an old voice shocked him, although he was waiting
for it.
“Get up my son and hold this blessing of your Lord.” Sharfu
could not see the speaking lips but only the arms holding the treasures of
pleasure.
Sharfu could hardly control himself and waited till he blessed
the ears of his boy with the sweetness of the words of Azan (call for prayer).
Now every knot of his patience was getting untied. He hugged and kissed and
hugged his boy like an insane. He was showering his love on his baby and was
thanking Almighty. The old women smiled on Sharfu's activity and went back to
Rehmat.
“That nascent father is worth seeing, he is going insane”
Ammo (the old women) was explaining the situation to Rehmat with a smile.
Rehmat’s face blushed and she bound her hands to thank the Lord.
“You should take care of Rehmat and I’ll be here after about
half an hour” saying this to Asia (the women’s daughter) she left with Samina
to home.
“Rehmat, I know about your financial condition. How will you
people manage to nourish your child?” asked Asia.
“Hmm... Sharfu is trying to find some source of earning. And
he will soon get It.” said Rehmat.
“That’s good, but what are you having now to nourish your
born?” Asia said.
Focusing her eyes to the ceiling, Rehmat spoke “We have the
wealth of belief… Sharfu earned a little money for teaching Holy Quran to the
children of Mr. Khaleel, and now a days he lifts load in the market and earns
for our lunch and supper.”
“It may be enough for you people but what about the diet of
your little angel? Only the lunch and supper are not enough for him” Asia
protested.
“You are right Asia but what can we do? Almighty will surely
do something for us.” Rehmat said in a faint tone.
“I’ll pray for your belief not to break ever, my dear! You should
take rest now and take good care of yourself and of your little angel.” Saying
this, Asia left for her home.
After about half an hour, Ammo entered the room when Rehmat
was lying there, drowned in the depths of thoughts.
“My daughter! Take this” Ammo offered a glass of milk to
Rehmat.
“Here is some arrangement for your boy, when he’ll start
earning he will have to pay back this to me” ammo handed over a pouch to
Rehmat, she asked for returning because she knew that Rehmat will not accept taking
alms. Rehmat wanted to say something but Ammo had handled the situation in a
good way. Rehmat’s eyes got tearful on this motherly affection of Ammo. Rehmat
did not ask about the situation if her son could not pay it back because she
was an optimist woman.
After finishing the milk in the glass Rehmat said in a
vibrating tone “Ammo! I believe Almighty will never leave me in the darkness of
a bitter life, when I got married some of my friends asked me about how I would
manage my married life without mother. And then He blessed me with you” Ammo
sat beside Rehmat and patted her with love.
Episode # 3
“Where is Sharfu? Did you see him?” Rehmat asked Ammo as she
woke up from a dream.
“No I didn’t see him, didn’t he come back?” Ammo frowned.
Rehmat was about to say something when Sharfu entered the
room. Sweat was dripping from his forehead. But he was not looking fatigued,
and a smile was still there on his beautiful young face. Sharfu had covered his
boy in his scarf. At the arrival of Sharfu Ammo asked Rehmat to let her leave
for home. When Ammo left the room, Sharfu came near Rehmat, kissed her
forehead, sat on the chair near her coat and said.
“Rehmat, you really made our family complete today, I have no
words to pay gratitude to you.” A peaceful smile spread on Rehmat’s face.
The boy again started crying.
“Oh! I think he is feeling hungry” Sharfu got a bit worried.
“What do you think? He is like you to satisfy his appetite
with my words” saying this Rehmat spread her arms to wrap the apple of her eye
in her thirsty lap. Sharfu handed over his boy to Rehmat.
“Where have you been? It is hot outside” asked Rehmat, while
the cries of her boy were changing to the peaceful silence, in her lap, as
after a fair.
“I went to Molana Shah Abdul Raheem, because I wanted to put
the drops of Zam Zam to be the first food for my child. But I was disappointed
when I came to know that he had distributed Zam Zam to his followers in the
bliss of the birth of his new born baby.” Sharfu narrated the incidence in the
tone of a defeated person.
“Did you congratulate him on this occasion of great
happiness?” asked Rehmat, ignoring his tone.
“No, I could not, because there was a big crowd to
congratulate him” Sharfu said.
“Do you know who congratulated me at our first born?”
Rehmat’s voice appeared to be coming from the valley of love.
“No, did anyone come to us? Does anyone know? Your friends?”
Sharfu was asking in a child’s style, as a child asks impatiently to give the
clues till the surprise reveals.
“No, No, No one of these, but the king of the valley”
Rehmat's eyes were becoming a display of love and shyness.
“King? You mean Molana Shah Abdul Raheem? But how did he find
time to visit us? He had to be there at his own home.” Sharfu was asking like
he was taking interview of a mysterious stranger, who was exploding surprises
before him.
“No, I’ve no concern with Molana. I’m talking about the “king”,
and my child is blessed enough to receive lots of love from that king” she was
now speaking like a naughty little girl.
This time Sharfu got her point, because the boy was in his
hands since after the time of his birth.
“Rehmat… Rehmat…” He nodded his head and a wide smile was
making his face blushed and so was happening with Rehmat when he said “and you
know Rehmat, your child is blessed enough to be fed first with the most sacred
thing in the world, even after having birth in poverty.”
“Ssshh… he is listening” Rehmat could hardly Alarm Sharfu
about the presence of their child.
Sharfu smiled on her cautiousness and the environment grew
young with the essence of shyness, cautiousness and sweetness of innocent
feelings.
************
Episode # 4
“Inspiring….” In the flow of thoughts, Rida uttered unknowingly.
Again a chapel in auditorium, Rida’s style of praising was
selfless enough to make Mr. Salaar focus her for a while. Getting back to the
class, Rida started feeling shameful and bent her head down like she was caught
committing theft.
“Don’t you people have any question today?” Mr. Salaar took a
questioning sight of the whole class from the upper side of his spectacles.
“Hmmm… so we’ll discuss about ‘Inspiring” today” Mr. Salaar
suggested after half a minute of pause.
“Rida, what did inspire you the most till now?” Mr. Salaar
interrogated her.
“Sir, I’m wondering about why do the people give importance
to material status while we can neither buy a peaceful life as that of Sharfu
and Rehmat’s nor we can make our bungalows get painted with love and that much
care about each other as their small apartment had…. What is the difference
between them and the people of today? Were they born to be pious? Was that all
because of fate lines they had?” Rida put the questions with the breath going
up.
“People gave importance to material things when they started
forgetting about the status of humanity. Sharfu and Rehmat were like the common people.
Everyone is born free of sins but the environment affects him until he approach
the age of maturity and afterwards it becomes our choice to discriminate
between the good and evil. But unfortunately many of us are not having those priorities
which we should be having. And the fate lines…” Mr. Salaar took a breath,
smiled and said “they are just used as metaphors my child, because the people
use to believe on them.”
“Then why did Rehmat praised his fate lines if they do not
carry any meaning?” Khurram again criticized.
“ahaha…” Mr. Salaar chuckled.
“That was the statement of love, because love could not see
its dearest in a condition of disappointment. So it started giving excuses to
the situation and you saw the disappointment leaving them.”
“Sir I think it is just a bookish life, how can anyone live a
mistake free life? We can just dream to be like Sharfu. I think this all this is
so far from the reality.” Bilal showed the feeling of uncertainty.
“You are right Bilal, the mistakes we make give a surety that
we belong to human race. You asked a good question but you’ve to wait for its
answer as we are going to have it in the coming classes”
The bell rang.
“Stay blessed my garden”
“Please tell me aunt, how did my father meet my mother and
what is the secret? That is used to
taunt me, in the family, at many occasions.” He was begging before, his
paternal aunt, Amina.
Amina hugged Sharfu and started weeping. “Please don’t ask
Sharfu, I can’t give you explanation.”
Sharfu got free himself from her grip and pleaded. “For
Almighty’s sake tell me the truth, this question is killing me inside. I did
not find my father a bad person ever, so why I’m a target to indirect criticism
after his death? please tell me aunt, please!” He bound his hands and begged
before Amina with tears shedding eyes.
“My son, you are not mature enough to know the incidents”
Amina hold his hands and wiped tears.
“Am I mature enough to be taunted for the reason I never
know? If I’m, I’m able to be acknowledged about.” He continued to plead.
“Why did aunt Saba forbade me to meet her daughter? She knows
I’ll die without her.” He was getting out of control.
“What is the factor I’m lacking in? I’m getting education,
I’m inherited with a big property, I’m not that much bad looking, I’m not like
other boys who play with girls and leave them. I’m a boy with a clear heart….
But no… my heart is stuffed with the dreams of a beautiful future with Aini,
the only girl in my life…. Aunt! Please do something, I’ll die without her, I
cannot even think of being without her…” he dropped like a broken leaf to her
feet.
“They’ll never do this my son; we have no choice except of
admitting the reality…..” Amina’s voice shattered.
Sharfu closed his eyes and engulfed his tears, as he was
having a bitter sipping.
“Aunt please tell me, what did my parents bowed for me to cut
in their burnt field?” he requested again.
“Okay! My child, I’m going to tell you all because you are
also in a state of mad love like your father… and I don’t wish you take any
wrong step in this madness...” Amina got defeat before his pleading.
Episode # 5
“I came to know about their affair when I came early from
school that day and saw them in the backside lawn of our mansion. Father was
out of city those days for setting his new business of leather, all of your
aunts except me had got married, and your uncles were also out of city. So,
nobody was at home except the servants, who had gone lazy because of father’s
absence. I saw your mother for the first time that day.”
“Were they doing anything wrong?” Sharfu interrupted.
“No, they were not, there was quite a distance in their
sittings” Amina replied.
“Oh….” Sharfu took a deep breath as he got free of being
nominated for blame.
“Your mother, Shaheen had been nice women.” She said.
“How do you know?” Sharfu got surprised.
“Because I came to know that she was our cousin, but they
were poor, so father did not continue with her family because father was proud
of his wealth. I loved your father, brother Sarmad, the most at home because he was a man of
righteousness and a very decently logical person. I didn’t tell anybody else at
home but decided to know about the girl if she was able for my brother. I used
to meet your mother in our lands, their family had been working as peasants
there, and I used to visit our lands with my friends “the daughters of
landlords” for recreation. We became good friends, I told her about myself and
all at home. I found her very sincere to my brother.”
Sharfu was listening to the whole circumstances with
curiosity.
“Father fell seriously ill, so he distributed property among
us, and mine was handed over to your father. This step of father gave strength
to brother that he became self sufficient.” Amina paused for a few moments then
she began.
“One day as I reached our lands, I didn’t found your mother
there; on inquiring I came to know that she was ill and taking rest at home. I
decided to visit her, when I reached her nearby home I saw brother coming out
of her small mud house, he was looking puzzle, when he was out of sight I
entered your mother’s house but I was surprised that he was not ill but was
looking just uncomfortable, I thought it might be due to my surprising arrival.
I inquired her about her absence that day, because we had become friends so she
told me that father had come to know about their relation and strictly warned
her mother for taking her to the lands, otherwise he’ll shoot her....”
“I got worried and came back to home. The situation was
exactly as I was expecting, brother was standing like a criminal in the lounge
and was the target of everyone’s criticism and rebukes. I was considered a
little girl till then so I was not allowed to stay there and had to go to my
room. While going to the room a sentence of father stroke my soul “she is not
eligible for us in any respect, she can even not stand among those females whom
we call and bless integrity with our time spending” these words shattered the
image of father before me. Because I always thought that my father is not like
those millionaires who are debauchees, I always ignored his arrogant behavior
because I thought that would be the only weakness in him. That was the day I
felt ashamed of being a millionaire’s daughter.” Amina was not able to explain
more in his sight, so she stood up and went to the open window in the room.
“And one day I decided to go to your mother and suggested her
to try to forget my brother or ask for him from Almighty in her prayers. When I
came back to home after visiting the lands with my friends, as I had to visit
to hide my meeting to your mother, I saw his
(father’s) face a display of anger. I could not believe on my hearing when I came to know that brother had eloped with your mother.”
(father’s) face a display of anger. I could not believe on my hearing when I came to know that brother had eloped with your mother.”
Sharfu’s voice was vibrating “so I deserve what the people
say…”
Amina put her hand on her mouth and absorbed her tears “no my
son, you don’t know anything yet…” she could hardly say this.
************
The bell rang “An old but honorable
personality of our institute is going to visit us for some days. So I want to
make two sections of your class and will refer her to teach the girls section.
If anybody is against my suggestion, I’ll honor your opinion. ” Mr. Salaar
asked the class if they were agreeing with him.
“Sure Sir” students answered in a single voice, because they
knew if Mr. Salaar is giving such a suggestion it would be having a strong
reason behind it.
************
Episode # 6
The bell rang and Miss Aiman entered the class. ”May peace be
upon all of you” she greeted the class.”My name Is Aiman and I’m here to get
you people through some chapters of your novel. Actually I’ve taught in your
institute for ten years then I had an accident in which I lost my legs and
could not continue further...” she pointed towards her paralyzed legs on the
wheel chair. “I’m not well these days, So I wished to die in harness…” she
chuckled “… and I requested the administration to let me serve as a guide
here.” She was so polite in her words and was having a charming personality
with twinkling eyes.
“Ma’am may I ask something?” Mahnoor asked in a humble way.
“Sure my Dear” Miss Aiman coaxed.
“Ma’am how did this happen to you?” she was humble again.
Miss Aiman smiled and said “One day I was going to back to
home after job and caught a sight of my maid’s little son, crossing the road
while the signal turned green. There was heavy traffic on the road, I almost
ran to save him and finally I did it.” She blushed while narrating the
incidence.
“For the maid’s boy? So ma’am you did not care about you for
him?” Mahnoor got surprised.
“I just did my duty being a human being, whoever he would have
been, after all he was a human being and that was enough to give him worth.”
Aiman gave a beautiful answer.
The whole class clapped to pay gratitude to Miss Aiman.
“Now let us start with our first class “ she suggested.
And she begun “No my son, you don’t know anything yet…” Amina
could hardly say this.
“What is more to know now aunt?” Sharfu asked in a fatigued
tone with tearful eyes.
************
“I’m giving you a whole day to think about it.” Shahjahan
shouted upon Sarmad as he was coming back to cautiousness.
“No I’ll never do this at any cost” Sarmad said in a faint
tone.
“Look at her!” Shahjahan pointed towards Shaheen, across the
high ironed fence.
“It is not difficult for me to harm her the way I want”
Shahjahan challenged.
Sarmad looked helplessly towards incautious Shaheen.
“My religion does not teach me doing anything wrong, it does
not persuade me to promote brutality” Sarmad said fearlessly.
“Huh! You can never be a true Muslim until you start caring
about your religion. You seem to be an agent of some non-Muslim agency”
Shahjahan pulled Sarmad's hair and jerked in anger.
“No, I’m not, you had been working with me and know what I’m
and where I have been” Sarmad said in a repenting tone.
“Oh! So you think you were doing a right job? You had been a
bloody fool that time.” Shahjahan shouted.
“Look Sarmad I ask you to join me in Jihad (fight for the
sake of Allah’s grace) the spirit of Islam.” Shahjahan proposed him again.
“Jihad?? What sort of jihad are you doing which calls you to
become a brutal? You smuggle the non-Muslim women to wild beast like men and
call it jihad? You kidnap their innocent children and call it jihad? You murder
someone’s brother, someone’s husband, someone’s son and call it jihad?? You and
your self made jihad, my foot!!” Sarmad cried.
Shahjahan took out his pistol and warned Sarmad “Don’t pursue
me to make you silent forever, you talk rubbish!”
“Can you show me even a single verse from the Holy Quran or
any Hadith which guides about such immoral acts with innocent non-Muslims who
don’t harm you, who don’t harm your religion practically?” Sarmad roared.
“I’ve been your friend and I’m giving a good advice to join
our chain! You fool! Don’t you think these non-Muslim men and women will give
raise to non-Muslim generation? Their children can make a force against us
Muslims? Don’t you think about the threats that our religion can face because
of them in future?” Shahjahan persuaded
him.
“Religion? So you’re talking about Islam? I know my religion
does not teach such brutality and what you are talking about is the teaching of
your self-made religion, stuffed with your selfish believes” Sarmad cursed.
************
Episode # 7
“Islam has given a high rank to all women and it’s not
confined to the Muslim women only. It has universality in it, it teaches us to
be kind, just and generous to the whole human race and not only to the Muslims”
Sarmad continued to speak, while shahjahan was busy in looking at Shaheen with
greedy eyes.
“it’s taken two months to pursue you, and you only speak the
bull shit even yet. I’d been your friend once so I gave you relaxation, did not
allow my men to torture you that much. But its only because of you that my
reputation is decreasing before the master. I cannot wait any more, I’m here
for the last time, and you’ve to decide it now otherwise you will have to pay
for this! If you continue to care about those who are a threat to our religion
you are supposed to have a very harmful return.” Shahjahan again warned him.
“Huh! Threat to Islam? The people like you are the biggest
threat to the repute of our religion who use to grow their brutal business at
the name of goodness of Islam and portray it evil before the world! Islam is a
peaceful religion; it won’t accept the wild beasts like you to care about it”
Sarmad thought for a while about the dangerous results but then he decided to
fight against evil.
“It’s my final statement that I’ll not join your evil group,
I’ll continue to serve the innocent humanity without the discrimination of
religion.” Sarmad assembled all of his strength to say this.
Shahjahan clapped and three stout men came to the basement
prison.
“So my poor friend! I’ll not give you a onetime death but you
are going to have it for long time for disgracing my master’s group”.
Shahjahan’s eyes were burning in anger.
“You don’t want to have a joyous time with those women, so
I’m letting you free from the satisfaction of your feelings” Shahjahan stuffed
Sarmad’s mouth with a big piece of cloth.
Two of the stout men caught his arms and legs tight and the
third one did the brutal act… Sarmad could not bear the pain and went to a
condition of incautiousness.
Shahjahan sent his men upstairs and whispered “the revolts
like you are supposed to produce any more revolts; you have no right to have a
life of dignity.” And he went to Shaheen in anger and greed… the night made the
darkness feel ashamed.
After about 15 days Shahjahan again came to meet Sarmad.
Sarmad was busy in praying for all the crimeless people who were in pain in any
part of the world. He begged for their security and for the people who had gone
astray to come to the right path.
“Get up Sarmad! You are going to be freed. I’m sorry for that
night...” he flattered “... I was in great anger because a group of women you
saved from being smuggled had reported about one of our shelter place and we
lost a number of master minds in that attack of some unknown people. I care
about your friendship, and hope you’ll do the same to me. If you do not want to
join me, please stop interrupting my affairs.”
Shahjahan’s men covered Sarmad and Shaheen’s face with a
thick black mask that stretched to their nose, tied their hand and pushed them
upstairs. Covering a distance of about 20 minutes both of them were pushed in a
truck.
After travelling for about 2 hours the truck stopped, Shahjahan came to
the back side of the truck, opened its gate then untied Sarmad and Shaheen, and
took them down. The engine of truck was still running, Shahjahan came to Sarmad
and whispered in his ears, “Sorry my dear friend, I snatched your right to
become a father forever, but being a very good friend I’ve done a favor to you”.
Saying this, Shahjahan sat on the front seat with a bounce and left them there
in a strange valley.
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Episode # 8
Shaheen was feeling too weak to stand. Meanwhile
a yak looked coming from far off. Both of them sat under a shadowy tree. Sarmad's
eyes were tearful; he was not finding courage to face Shaheen.
“Sarmad…” Shaheen spoke in a weak tone.
Sarmad could not answer her, he was feeling like a criminal
of her and grieved.
“Sarmad… please listen to me” a vibrating voice called him
again.
Sarmad’s repentance was asking him to fall in her feet and
beg pardon for the time of trial she had to face because of him. On the other
hand his love for Shaheen was persuading him to envelope her madly and absorb
each of her pain.
“Sarmad are you thinking about leaving me?” tears crossed the
limits of her eyes and started healing her cheeks.
“No! Never can I! How can you even think of it, Shaheen??”
Sarmad was totally shocked on her words, because the same question was striking
his mind.
“Then why are you
avoiding me? We have become able to listen to each other after a long time.”
She was controlling her tears.
“Why are you thinking like this, I can never do so Shaheen”
his feelings were turning into words.
“Sarmad you know what? My father left us only because once
his friend praised my mother’s beauty and he…” she was finding it difficult to
speak. “… he thought my mother was having any affair with his friend, because
she used to be very reasonable to welcome my father, when he used to return
from his job. But he always took my mother wrong for this act, which was only
to welcome him, as guided by religion.”
“Oh my God! Just on the base of doubt? But you never told it
to me before.” Sarmad got sadly surprised.
“Yes… just on the basis of doubt and I’ve met that accident…”
she burst into tears.
“Oh my dear, you are as sacred creature for me now as you
were before! Please don’t cry! That
doesn’t mean that you are wrong but proves that bloody man was wrong. He will
be counted as a sinner before Almighty and not you. Don’t take any burden on
your heart, and please don’t waste the pearls of your tears.” Sarmad filled the
air with the beauty of his thoughts while Shaheen fell into a situation of
gladness and uncertainty at his answer.
“You are a male, may be you are getting emotional this time
but you can’t bear this blame to stay with you for long. I know that…” Shaheen
started sobbing.
“I know I’m a male, and I know that you are not a sinner
before Almighty for this as well, so who am I to blame you for what had
happened to you? I’m a like to follow the guidelines of religion and not to
make an immoral, unjust and fake religion for the sake of my desires, like
Shahjahan. Sarmad said while getting lost in the depths of his thoughts.
Shaheen hid her face in her knees and wept silently, but
these tears were thanking to Almighty for blessing her with a person like
Sarmad.
He could now hear the
sound of horse’s feet “Shaheen, wipe your tears, yak is approaching” he alarmed
Shaheen.
The yak stopped near them, “What are you people doing here?”
a suspected voice of yak man asked them.
“Actually we had to go to the neighboring city, we did not find
any conveyance, then a truck driver asked us to come with him, but he was a
cheat, he looted us and dropped us here.” Sarmad told the truth indirectly.
“Oh! So sorry to know about, come with me, I’ll take you to
your destiny” the yak man tried to console them.
“But we have nothing to pay the fair” Sarmad said in a
helpless tone.
“No matter my dear brother, Let me earn some grace of
Almighty, instead of money, by helping you through the plight.” Yak man answered politely.
“May Allah be pleased with you brother,” Sarmad said warmly.
They sat on the yak and the journey started.
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