Jaan-E-Mustafa

EIGHTEEN

MARIA MUSTAFA AHWAAN'S POV

My whole world came crashing down with that news. I looked at dado who was shocked just like me. I am unable to speak anything cause if I do, I will start crying. I don't want to cry. I will not cry. Everything will be fine.. It has to be fine.

"Baseer ye aap kya keh rahe hai? Ye sab.. kaise hua.. boliye ?"

(Baseer what are you saying? How did it happened ?)

Dado asked frantically

"Dado mujhe kuch nahi pata. Mujhe to abhi abhi Osama bhaai ne call karke bataya hai. Mustafa bhaai ko St. Sterling hospital leke Gaye hai."

(Dado I don't know anything. Osama bhaai called me and informed me about it. Mustafa bhaai is in St. Sterling hospital.)

Baseer was hiccuping loudly with tears in his eyes.

"Mere bacha, rote nahi hai. Sab theek ho jaega. Aap jaake gaadi nikalwaaiye , hume hospital jaana hai."

(My child don't cry. Everything will be fine. You go and arrange for a car, we have to leave for the hospital now.)

Dado wiped his tears while assuring him and he left to bring the car.

She then turned and looked at me. I think she saw misery in my eyes, so she hugged me tight and assured me to have faith in Allah.

Finally, after thirty minutes we all reached the hospital. Bade abbu and Osama were already there. I immediately ran towards Sammy to ask about his health status.

"Sa-Sammy h-how is he n-now ? Did
doc-doctor told you an-anything ?"

Sammy looked at me with tear filled eyes and nodded negatively. He holded my shoulders and looked at me. His eyes were filled with hopelessness.

"Jab unko yaha laya gaya tha, unki halat bahut kharaab thi. Wo aadmi jo bhaai ko yaha laaya tha, keh raha tha ke unka bahut khoon beh chuka tha ,aur doctor ne kaha tha ke unki halat bahut nazuk hai."

(When he was shifted here, he was in a very bad state. The man who admitted him here, told me that he lost his blood so much that doctor said it is very difficult to save him.)

I was so angry at him. How can he loose all his hope and say these things ?
I grabbed Osama's collar and jerked him

"Mere Mir ke baare aisa kehne ki aapki himmat kaise hui. Mujhe yakeen hai ke wo maut se ladhdenge aur theek bhi ho jaenge. Mera Allah pe pura tawakkul hai.Wo unko kuch nahi hone denge. Mir ko theek hona padega, mere liye aur humare rishte ke liye. Main unko marne nahi dungi."

(Don't you dare say these things about my Mir. I know he is a fighter and he is going to survive. I have full faith on Allah. He will not let anything happen to him. Mir has to be fine for me, for us. I won't let him die.)

Osama smiled sadly at me and wiped my tears which were automatically flowing from my eyes. No matter how much I tried, I am unable to control them.

"Aapki aakhon mein kuch badal gaya hai..
Aapki aakhon mein mujhe bhaai ke liye mohabbat dikh rahi hai.... Aapko unse mohabbat ho gayi hai. Haina ?

Mujhe meri baaton ke liye maaf Kar diye, par ye sach hai, aur hum ise badal nahi sakte. Hum bas bhaai ke liye dua Kar sakte hai."

(There is something in your eyes that have changed.. they are showing the love you have for my brother.. you have fallen in love with him. Isn't it ?

I am sorry for hurting you with my words, but that is true and we cannot change that. We can only pray for him.)

I cried more after listening him. I remember the last words he said to me. He wished to die, to fulfill my wish. He loves me immensely, that is why he said, I can only be free when he dies.