Soldier

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"It must be him" Gabol narrowed his eyes, gazed Zaid, wrenched his teeth with anger and by making a big fist of his hand he stood up from the chair and punched Zaid in his face.

"Daa I ask forgiveness, forgive me ah-" Zaid screamed.

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Gabol was a beast, inside. Hi rare beard, large face and deep brown eyes with baby fair complexion can simply deceive anyone with what he actually was.

I still remember when he met Khansa, a stunning and extremely gorgeous lady of the Faraan tribe, one of the richest ones--well just for the sake of money; in case of women, they all are same; narrow minded, reactionary and intolerant. But Khansa was a dear one to her father Ghulam Bakhsh; the leader of the Faraan Tribe.

"Ghulam Bakhsh is 'womenary' man" his tribe men used to critise over him. But he never bother it. He supposed to believe that daughters are a gift of Allah and gifts must be keep under great care. Therefore, Khansa was the most educated lady of Kandahar; one of the famous towns of Kabul.

Gabol Bashar Zaman; belongs to the great historic tribe of Zamanzai; the forming tribe of the great city of Kabul.

"Never betray Zamanzai, you'll do once and they'll come at your back always and... Always!" Zaid once told me.

Gabol had a great hold over all the other tribes of the town. The tribal community used to follow him, obey him blindly in any order.

"His words have a bullet inside, once a word came out and its been fulfill." Courtiers used to comment about Gabol.

Gabol and Khansa first met at Khansa's place. Gabol was there to talk to her father regarding the community works.

"Who's there?" Khansa asked from behind the door.

"Tell Ghulam Bakhsh 'Gabol' is here" Gabol passed the order.

"He's not supposed to meet anyone today, he's...not well" Khansa told him.

"Just tell him its me" he roar with anger.

"I am a lot sorry, its my daughter, she didn't know about you, forgive her Hazoor (Lord)" Ghulam Bakhsh welcomed Gabol inside.

Gabol walks in, spread his shwal on the great chair and seated on it;

"You better make her learn 'who am I?' I stayed..." Gabol suddenly stopped and his eyes were like stuck in the middle of his nose.

It was Khansa, standing with a tray of traditional Kabuli Kehwa and some sweets. Her milky white fists were shaking the heavy tray and the sound of cups and plates were filling the quite atmosphere of the room. She set the tray onto the table, placed in front of Gabol and her father Ghulam Bakhsh and turn around to go back, probably!

"Lala! Can you please serve Kehwa to us?" Her father requested.

"Sure Abba!" She politely replied.

She sat down and started making Kehwa. Ghulam Bakhsh, this time started conversation. But Gabol was hardly responding to him. His narrowed eyes were staring Khansa. Gabol touched her soft hands as she offered him a cup of Kehwa. Khansa passed an anger look over him and ran away. Ghulam Bakhash was a lot busy in conversation that he didn't notice anything.

"What do she do?" Gabol intruppted Ghulam Bakhash.

"Hazoor who?" Ghulam Bakhash asked politely.

"Your daughter" Gabol raised a brow to Ghulam Bakhash.

"She's studying in a degree college Hazoor" Ghulam Bakhash replied.

"Degree college...?" Gabol narrowed his eyes and his lips were devishly curved.

At the end up of conversation Gabol stood up and invited Ghulam Bakhash to his place for a lamb feast.

"Bring up your entire family" Gabol whispered to Ghulam Bakhash.

"Sure, sure, Hazoor e Wala!" Ghulam Bakhash cherishly accepted the invitation.

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Gabol was famous for his hospitality. Because he was very choosy to invite anyone at his Rakha Manzil (Gabol's Home). His lamb feast meant to be a celebration in the whole town. All the courtiers of the tribal community and ministers of town used to attend it with their wives.

It can be said an event of another part of the mascarized society of the tribes. Where the domineering men seems to appraise the beauty of the locks of women and waving around them like a fish out of water.

As the candles lit up, Gabol was at the reception, with his beautiful wife Akhtari Begum, to receive the guests.

"Hazoor e Wala! Guests are here, I guess all are, where are you lost?" One of the minister asked Gabol cherishly.

"You can never- think of it" curving his lips determinedly, Gabol answered the minister.

Gabol eyes got widened and forcely stopping his happiness he reached at the reception panel to receive the most awaited people of the evening, it was Ghulam Bakhash with his wife Mahroosh. Before they could enter, they were stopped by Gabol's question; "I asked you to come up with your all family, where are your kids Ghulam Bakhash?"

"Lala..? Was..? There.. There she came" Ghulam Bakhash replied.

Gabol's eyes were shining just as Khansa's deep red chiffon Sarii, with which she tied a lose bun and was walking forward like a ramp model.

"Khush Amadeed! (Welcome)" Gabol greet Khansa by narrowing his brows towards the light weigh gold chain round Khansa's neck.

"Shukraa'n (thank you)" Khansa replied, maintained her fall round her arms and moved on inside.

Khansa was in notice of Gabol all the time during dinner and as the Raqas (dance) started, Gabol somehow managed to took the chance to dance with her. It was Khansa's first experience of dance among a huge gathering, and was highly honoured to be offered by Gabol Bashar Zaman.

Gabol managed to leave an impact on Khansa, in which he was master. From this feast onward, Ghulam Bakhash and Gabol became 'family friends'. Each time both Khansa and Gabol meet, each time a new phase of excitement they feel.
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