Only she knew for how many years she had been crying and craving for this love and now she got it but loses it too. Why life and destiny plays with her heart? Why always with her? Why?
At this moment she had no one to share this feeling and pain with, other than Daniyal who sat down beside her and let her cry on his chest.
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مِنْهَا خَلَقْنَاكُمْ وَفِيهَا نُعِيدُكُمْ وَمِنْهَا نُخْرِجُكُمْ تَارَةً أُخْرَىٰ.
(Translation: From the (earth) did We create you, and into it shall We return you, and from it shall We bring you out once again.
Putting three handfuls of earth on the grave he recited the verse which describes one of the reality of life and stood up on the head-side of the grave, Reading Surah Baqar a bit louder than mutter and after almost two hours when he looked around himself there was no one except a large number of deads sleeping under tons of earth.
After doing dua for the last time he went back to the home to find almost same picture as the graveyard, a handful of women from neighbours were sitting on the floor, reciting something or better to say acting like reciting but talking about everything happening around. In the gathering of these women his grey eyes searched for only one face and after the struggle of a few moments he found her sitting in the corner. Resting her head with the wall, a small heap of date seeds was present in front of her and the remaining handful of seeds were half falling out of the fist. She wasn't crying anymore, not reciting anything either just sitting like a dead body without any sing of life.
Daniyal sighed, walking towards her he silently sat down beside her but she didn't notice him... Maybe she was so lost in her thoughts.
"Aapne kuch khaya?" Though he already knew the answer still asked her while placing his hand on her shoulder. Shifa slowly lifted her head from the wall and blinked blankly as if she didn't understand what her husband meant?
(Have you eaten anything?)
"Ghar wapas chaliye." She muttered and Daniyal slowly nodded but he saw the ladies sitting there.
(Let's go back home.)
"Abhi 1-2 din to yahi rukna padega na, phir chalte hain ghar." He said in a hushed tone but Shifa shook her head.
(We need to stay here for a few days, then we'll go back to home.)
"Nhi Deni... Jinke liye aaye the wo hi nhi rahe... Ab bas chahiye yaha se. Mujhe is ghar me ajeeb si ghabrahat hone lagi hai." She muttered while running her tongue on her lips like trying to wet them a little and wiped the sweat drops from her forehead.
(No Deni, the one for whom we were here isn't anymore. Let's go back. I'm feeling uncomfortable in this home.)
"Aap theek ho?" He asked while touching her forehead, it was unusual to sweat in this weather. Shifa took an uneven breath and let it out.
(Are you alright?)
"Pta nhi... Shayad nhi... Mujhe kuch ho raha hai Deni... Mujhe dar lag raha hai... Aur...-" she was breathing faster than normal and Daniyal furrowed at her condition and nodded while patting at her back. "Chalo jaldi khadi ho jao, saman pack karo hum wapas chal rahe hain..." This time he didn't deny her demand because there was actually no reason behind staying here other than pleasing some of those people who were strangers for both of them.
(I don't know... Maybe I'm not. I'm feeling something weird. I'm feeling scared... And...)
(Come on, get up and pack our stuff. We're going back.)
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SpiritualOnce 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...
