Deewani

تیرواں باب

Epilogue ~ 25 Years Later.

The King of Lahore, Mustafa sat on his throne with his wife to his right. And sone to his left. In his hand he held a small bundle of joy. His daughter. His princess. Safa. Mustafa looked at his old parents whose love for each other had not faded over the years. And yet Mustafa never forgot his Badi maa, Safa. A woman who had suffered at the hand of his mother.

Mustafa always admired the woman that passed away before his birth. His mother and father never lied to him and often he was taken to the grave of his father's first wife as a kid. He wished he had seen the woman. As the stories he had heard of her courage and faith in Allah were his constant motivation to find the right path.

Mustafa cleared his throat and looked in the eyes of his people
"Hello my people. Last night Allah blessed me with the greatest of blessings. A daughter. I have decided to name her Safa after the string woman who never lost faith in Allah. The woman who always dealt witb others with great patience and kindness. Never turned any one away and tried to mind her own business. I give this name to my blood and pray that Allah makes her half the woman my Badi maa was. And if Badi maa you are amongst us today and hearing me I hope you will look after Safa."

Mustafa took his daughter and family inside and sat with them on the dinner table. Talking about Safa had made him emotional and he wanted to cry in the embrace of his wife. No woman in his life  would ever be greater than Safa. Her sacrifices and love for he parents despite their behaviour had him humbled and reminded him constantly to never lose his patience.

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Mustafa was alone in his bedroom when he heard the sounds of ghungroos. He turned around but saw nothing. But then he felt a light tap on his left shoulder turning around he came face to face with a beautiful woman. Her hair left down and she wore a white anarkali. In her feet were ghungrus.

"Mustafa beta. Here I am. Your badi ammi. Safa. I have been in peace and your love for me brought me to meet you. InshAllah Allah will make Safa a woman better than me. Allah tumhe khush rake meri jaan"
With that Safa rubbed her hand over his head and kissed his cheek before vanishing.

Mustafa smiled. Seeing Safa brought him peace. Truly no one lied about her beauty.

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Rahila Begum did not live an easy life. After her exile to Bengal she realised the difference in luxury and that Kashif was a stingy man.

He never dicorced his first wife like promise. Clearly revealing that it was only lust and greed for power. But now that Aahil was out of her clutches she had no importance to him.

How could she forget he was a man who did not love his own blood how would he love her?

Rahila had died a sad death. She had poisoned her own self after seeing the man she love love other women.

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Haya passed away when Safa was two. She had suffered from various ailments. No doctor from any land could help her and she had suffered in the last few days. From strong headaches to vomiting out blood she had felt it all. Perhaps it was her punishment for hurting an innocent woman.

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Aisha Begum after the death of Safa had left her career as a prostitute and married a farmer. She lived her days in peace with him and had two sons. Both of whom abandoned her in her old age claiming they did not want the burden of an old hag on them. On her death bed she had remembered Safa and how she would try to please her with no expectations in return. Aisha cried as life left her body but it was too late. Safa was long gone.

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Safa Mustafa sat in her room and talked to the air. Or that was how it appeared to everyone. Only Mustafa knew that she was talking to the spirit of the woman she had been named after. She acted as a protection to the little girl and always looked out for her. Both the Safa were close to each other and the little Safa cried as her father consoled her for this was the last time the elder Safa would see her. It was now time for the woman to leave the earth. She had looked after the young girl for 10 years. And now all she could do was leave them with her prayers.

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