"Dadi Jaan (grandma), agar main na dekhu to aapko kisi cheez ki khabar nhi hoti." Fayra scolded Momina while kneeling behind her, picking up the bottle of hair oil she started rubbing it in the dry scalp of this old lady.
(Grandma, you never look after yourself if I don't do this task.)
"Mera pyara bachcha." Momina smiled and Fayra kissed her cheek.
(My lovely princess.)
"Dadi Jaan, Bisma aapi ki Ashar bhai se ladai ho gyi hai." Fayra passed the news. She was chief editor of The Rizwi Times, if a news comes to her then it will be passed to the other corner of the home for sure.
(Dadi Jaan, Bisma aapi had a fight with Ashar bhai.)
"Apne maa baap par gyi hai, wo dono bhi har waqt ladte rehte the, abhi chaar din se shareef ban ke bethe hain." Momina jerked her head and Fayra furrowed.
(Just like her parents, they too used to fight all the time.)
"Dadi Jaan, ek baat puchu." Without stopping her hands to massage the scalp, Fayra asked.
(Grandma, may I ask you something?)
"Hmm... Puchho."
(Yeah, sure.)
"Dad aur Badi mumma ki shadi arranged marriage thi?" Fayra asked a question about Anzala and Maizah. She still called Anzala 'Dad', but Maizah became Badi mumma.
(Was Dad and Badi Mamma's marriage an arranged marriage?)
Momina thought for a moment. It was difficult to explain the past in front of kids. "And what about mummy and Papa?" While watching the photos and videos of Maizah and Anzala's wedding Fayra got a hint that her parents were enemies of each other but she didn't know the reason behind their wedding.
"Allah maaf kre... Tumhare maa baap ka to puchho hi nhi... Abba marhoom ne duniya se jaate jaate Adnaan se wada le liya tha ki wo Sara se shadi karega, bas... Shadi ke naam par jang ka aelaan hua tha. Dono itna ladte the..."
(Please, don't even ask about your parents... Our late father had taken a promise from Adnaan before dying that he would marry Sara, that's it... a war was declared in the name of marriage. Both of them fought so much...)
"Really?"
"Of course."
"Lekin mummy papa to itne polite hain, wo to ek dusre se teez awaaz me bhi baat nhi karte." Fayra couldn't even imagine the past arguments of her parents.
(But mummy and papa are so polite, they don't even talk to each other in a taunting tone.)
"Haa, sare kaarname dikha ke sharafat aayi hai unme." Said Momina while closing her eyes as she was enjoying Fayra's fingers running on her scalp.
(Yes, after demonstration of all kinds of dramas now they have acquired decency.)
"Motiiii.. Oo Moti..." Danish's voice echoed in the hall and Fayra huffed.
(Moti= Chubby)
"Phir aa gye dimaag kharab karne, inse office me nhi raha jata kya? Muh utha ke har waqt aa jaate hain. Bekaar insaan." Placing the oil bottle on the table Fayra walked out of the room with loud footsteps.
(He has come again to irritate me, can't he stay in the office? Useless man.)
"Kya hai?" Fayra asked after witnessing Danish standing in the middle of the hall and he grimaced.
