Fizah

نظر|Nazar

"محبتیں اکثر دلوں سے نہیں نمی نظروں سے شروع ہوتی ہیں"

Fizah went berserk as soon as the words echoed through the phone. Knowing his self-destructive qualities only increased her anxiety. He wasn't in his right sense, he was enraged. He was that kind of person who wouldn't think about right or wrong when it was about the people he loved. A bleeding heart could take much before it fell apart and set everything on flames.

The traces she collected from his eyes back in the hospital clearly told her about his discomfort. The way his bold, steady gaze was wavering down to his lap every time he tried to take a look at the walls. It must have reminded him of his darkest day or even he might have been reliving them, for she knew he could live again to kindle the fire in him but he wouldn't be as strong. He would live the pain again but he wouldn't be able to live through it. He would suffocate to death.

"Fizah?" Saleh's strained, exhausted voice called her name and by which she could vouch that he was tense.

"Huh? When did he run away?" Was all she managed to ask. Gripping the phone tighter, she readied herself to hear the reply. Maybe they fought. Maybe Saleh unconsciously mentioned something about his past. Or maybe he really was suffocating.

"I don't know, I mean when I woke up for namaz he wasn't in the room. I looked for him in this huge ass hospital but no traces of your boss. I'm sure he must be sulking somewhere."

"I'll come now." She hung up before Saleh could defy. No way he was going to allow his baby sister to step out so early in the morning to look for a manchild who hadn't been behaving himself and only whined at every other thing.

"Shayad tumhare boss ke dimaag me bhi chotain aayin ho?" Ayda spoke, shaking her head thoughtfully and kept her gaze on Fizah.

"We don't have time for sarcasm, Ayda." She cried out, folding her janamaz and placing it on the side table before she went away to get her bag from the living room. She then stuffed her phone and a few other essentials in her bag.

"Are you going somewhere?"

"Yes, Saleh cannot possibly look around for him everywhere, he needs help." Fizah wrapped her dupatta around her head.

"I will come with you." Fizah looked up at her with thankful eyes.

"May Allah bless you for your kindness but no please, I can't bother you with his stuff anymore."

Ayda sighed as she watched Fizah leave the apartment in a hurry. She had no idea what was going to happen but she, for a fact, knew Zahid had won a place in her friend's heart that she was willing to fight her phobia to search for him.

Fizah took a long whiff of air as she planted her feet outside the tiled floor of her apartment building. The sky was already going up and the people were already out for fajr namaz, exercise and other stuff but the fear that hid in her flared up because there were mostly men and for her, men and darkness wouldn't go very well.

The path felt longer with the slow strides she took. She was desperate to find him because well he was not really sane. That man was known for his insanity and impulsiveness but all she could do was to pray to keep him in his mind so he wouldn't make a fool out of himself. And at times like these, she really wondered how he pulled it all together because running away could never be a defense mechanism. Running away wouldn't help anything, except it put the thing to rest until it heated up by itself again.

"Izah!" Saleh's call made her turn around. He sprinted towards her and panted. He looked like he was out of breath.

"Kya hua?"