Lost and Found

Chapter 20

Khadija's POV

Have you ever just sit in silence and questioned whatever is happening in your life? Just being there in silence and doubting everything and every event? Trapping yourself in a room brightened with sunlight but still you feel darkness engulfing you? Or though you yourself have seen the reality you have witnessed everything but you are still not sure about it. Or simply it feels like you are living an illusion? You are just scared!

But then some words which your mother said to soothe you when you were an aggressive eighteen year old teenager rather than a grown up woman, a woman who still grief the loss of her parents after five years of them leaving her alone in this brutal world, a woman who had seen this evil and cruel world from up-close.

"Khadija beta! Remember one thing, that Allah (S.W.T) has seen your struggle, He knows about your effort and He is always just to us humans, if someone is struggling with something they will be paid for that struggle similarly Allah never let anyone's hard work go to waste." She politely said, "and let me tell you the meaning of an ayah (verse), its ayah 59 of Surah Al-Anam; 'And with Him are the keys of the unseen; none knows them except Him. And He knows what is on the land and in the sea. Not a leaf falls but that He knows it. And no grain is there within the darknesses of the earth and no moist or dry [thing] but that it is [written] in a clear record.' When he knows everything do you think he won't be aware of your hard work? He is! So now relax and remember when you are in doubt about anything or any decision or you have tried your hardest about it then just leave it to Allah because he does what is better for us."

I was brought out of my trance by a soft knock on my door and getting up from the comfortable and cozy seat of bay window I walked to open up the door and found Asifa standing outside clutching on one of her favorite stuffed toys and her green emerald eyes were pooling up with tears.

"Asi what happened, baby?" I quickly wrapped my arms around her and picked her up.

"Aapi, Jasir bhaiya... is saying you... you are going away!" She was sobbing hysterically, "Aapi are you leaving me? I promise I will not eat chocolate." She hiccuped and my heart clenched.

"Oh my baby! Aapi isn't going anywhere. Aapi is right here with you." I rubbed her back while kissing her forehead, "And you know Jasir bhaiya is just teasing you." I said while sitting with her on my bed and hugging her tightly.

"But why mama and baba had gone to your new house?" she asked after couple of seconds.

"My new house? Did Jasir told you that?"

"Hmm."

He is so gone!

"JASIR!"

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It was bit after Asr (afternoon prayer) when Jasir who was threatened, Asifa and I were watching Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. No matter how much someone denies the idea of watching these magical series once they are forced into it there is no returning back. I was almost thirteen years old when this magical creation came into the world and after one year of the first book getting published and four month of the second book coming in front of the world on my fourteenth birthday Abdullah Chachu gifted me these books. I was the first one in my friends' circle who got the first two books of Harry Potter series, I can never ever forget the hype this book created and still creates, I cried when I opened the wrapping and found the books and on the fifth day I was done with both of the books and almost fifteen people borrowed the books from me and once I lend it to my best friend the next I saw those two were after three months and in those months I threatened every single person who got the book, to take care of it more than their own life.