"There are some debts due on papa, it's getting difficult for him to pay off, and the lender is demanding money again and again." Bilal told his sister in a hushed tone. Shifa was surprised to know that, she believed that Anwar hates to take loans and believe in savings but she also knew that all his savings were gone in settling Hamdan abroad and in Bilal's education.
"But why was this loan needed?" Shifa asked and the reply took away her next breath. "For your wedding expenses." Shifa's eyes filled with tears which flew down in the form of droplets.
"Papa needed at least one year to arrange everything, but when Daniyal bhai and his parents demanded for marriage very soon papa took a loan." Bilal was explaining but Shifa's brain recalled the scene when Bilal once said that Anwar was tensed dua to Shifa, now she understood that.
How easily Anwar hides his worries behind his fake anger regarding Shifa's carelessness towards her studies. The guilt-ridden Shifa who was trying to conclude how wrong she considered her stepfather, she turned to go back when her tear filled eyes came in the contact of the pair of grey ones.
"They're shifting papa to the ward, he's better now. No need to worry." He passed the news for what he came here but he was also shocked to get informed about the reason behind this tragedy. Bilal tried to smile but couldn't, he almost ran towards the room where his father was bearing the pain and Shifa broke down in tears, "Shhh...." He pulled her in his arms and she rested her head on his chest while crying silently.
"Deni..."
"Bas Shifa... Aapko is waqt aur sab ko hausla dena hai."
(Stop crying Shifa, You have to encourage everyone at this time.)
"Lekin mene to sab ko sirf dukh diya hai Deni."
(But I've given stress to everyone.)
"You can't breakdown so easily. You're my strong girl." Pulling her away from himself he wiped her tears with his palm. But it wasn't so easy for him to say this. He himself was feeling guilty. For the first time he realised why some people consider daughters as a burden.
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The young dew drops were enjoying the trampoline and slides of soft silky grass when the very first yet weak arrow of the sun made a little hole in the dark and thick tarpaulin of night which was covering a bright day behind it. The birds were joyful to welcome a new day so they sang some songs but even after this celebration some people's morning started with disappointment and complaints.
"Dulhan.... Dulhan." Qasr e Kazmi echoed with the early morning calls but the desired person didn't appear in front of Badi Amma.
"Dulhan..." Another call but no response.
"Badi Amma kuch chahiye aapko?" Mrs Kazmi walked in the room but badi Amma kind of huffed.
(Badi Amma, do you want something?)
"Tumhari Bahu kaha hai? Itne deyr se awaaze de rhi hu, sunayi nhi deta!" Badi Amma scolded Mrs Kazmi and she glanced at the bedroom door of Daniyal.
(Where is your daughter-in-law? Can't she hear I'm summoning her.)
"Aapko kuch kaam hai Shifa se?" Mrs Kazmi
(Do you have some work with Shifa?)
"Dulhan se kaho dawayi to de... Aaj abhi tak soo rahe hain wo dono!" Badi Amma was looking disappointed. It was Shifa's daily routine to give medicines to Bedi Amma after Fajr namaz but today the old lady was frustrated because neither she got her medicines nor morning tea.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Synthesis of Scattered Pieces ✔️
EspiritualOnce upon a time, An eighteen years old girl was in love with a boy, she use to pray for him... Crying in Sujood and beg Allah to make that easy for them to get married. But it didn't happen, the boy was married to someone else and the girl was brok...
