The Third Dimension (2023) #Wattys2024

25-1952

"Mariyam, I admit my mistakes for whatever I have done to your sister. Look at the bright side. Before the partition, Pakistan, Bengal and India, also known as the British Raj or British Colony, were brothers! They didn't have these kind of radical mindset, until some troublemakers buzzed into our way! Please, embrace the unity! We will not hate either Pakistan or India, we can be together!" said Mamun consoling Mariyam.

"He's right, you know?" said Salam who stood aside Mamun and Haleem.

All of a sudden, Aameer came into the scene aside Haleem and Mamun. It was a shocking moment that Aameer and Mariyam confront each other. It was a catastrophe for both of them to meet in a cold protest torn area in the empty woods, while the students were continuously killed in the rallies.

"So you are one of the spies, who I noticed during the meeting! Isn't it?" asked Aameer.

It surprised Haleem of what comes into the mental block. He was never more stunned than that one before. The situation described by Aameer was not only real but also the new unveiling of the perception could create a sweat on his forehead.

"I am impressed by your temper towards the authority of the Pakistan Intelligence. You should have been our side. By now, you became the chef of that arrogant dude...I mean Mamun's house" sneered Mariyam.

She brought the gun from her pocket that her opposition side including, as well as Kareem heard something familiar and the worst-with-the-best discovery of all time. It was ticking that everyone could predict the militant's identity. Maybe most of it or some, or even the grandfather clock ticks around, history may not but events would change forever. So many sides of the complexities might interrupt something of a lifetime. She held the gun at the forehead that scared all of them.

She opened her jacket, which was actually, the time-bomb!

The old clock was ticking.

"I don't know. I maybe a crazy lady doing all this. But what I missed that the love and affection that your community have given to us. I may not be right for you all. I did a mistake that I don't know the real meaning of patriotism. I thought that I would spread hatred, but you have given us love. I look like a villain but see my view: the army of spies, that's not for me, it's to make the family proud, but you Bengalis loved me like a sister. I forgave you because, you at least tried to change your nature! I don't know why I did that! If I were a Bengali, I would have marched with you along with the students"

Mariyam burst into tears, preparing for her death, while holding the pistol in the forehead.

Everyone tried to stop her, even Salam. Due to the bomb on her stomach, he stood far away from her. Kareem stood aside her because, he wanted to die too. They want to be declared into something that might have never done before. Something that would change the entire timeline of Sohail's life. What would change upon Jawad's?

The time ticks.

"READY...ONE...TWO...THREE" counted Mariyam.

Time stopped, while the other escaped, only Kareem and Mariyam stood. It was a goodbye moment for a sweet thing that would be bitter. The bomb BLAST!

It was a heartbreaking moment, especially for Salam to witness the death of the loved one. While most of the students were killed during the process, Salam rushed into her body with rage. He burst into tears with the emotional range.

Meanwhile, Shehtaj and Sohail was cheered up by the beautiful baby girl. Sabeda, Jawad's future mom and Sohail's brother. It was the fireworks of joy with a celebration amongst the curfew torn area, which was rough to see. Haleem just saw Mamun laid into the ground, like a wounded warrior. He came near. The fire continued to decrease, still turned into the atmosphere into a hot mess.

"Is your time, running out? Grandnephew?" asked Haleem.

"It's the real Mamun's time, now to come" said Mamun, as Jawad.

During the plan, where Haleem was reunited with Shehtaj, their mother, she not only explained everything, but from the beginning, he suspected his behavior to be a bit historically inaccurate in their sense, because the 80s were quite different compare to the others. It was quite a moment that surprised Haleem for his time travel or astral projection journey.

"In the original timeline, your brother never could find both of your mothers. Instead, they simply create the movement amongst the protests but secrets couldn't have been unleashed forever like we did! During the properties taken, it was revealed that the original variant was hit before I arrived at the scene, while Sayeeda tried to save him from Kareem, who had hit me before Sattar's death. Have you saved the money from shops and the old properties?" said Jawad.

"I did. But what should I do after this?" asked Haleem.

"As soon as the original Mamun will come back, as he would know what changed within the memory, both of you must have to reclaim the property captured by the government in order to restore faith. I found responsibilities within that. I think there are more 'needs' that might obtain the journey. Renew the property and achieve your goals, because, in the original timeline, Mamun, my grandfather died in the protest to save all. There was no one to take care of Sayeeda except you. Whereas, Sabeda regretted about all the past happenings, we are trying to support her" said Jawad, who was about to sleep.

"Then, what about Salam?" asked Haleem.

"Salam will be fine, than a villain because he saw Mariyam's death in front of his eyes. In the other timeline, it was the other way around. He asked his parents for marriage with Mariyam, which they refused. Whilst, Mariyam's child was taken into the custody of the orphanage and Salam used to check out on her. In this timeline, hopefully, he raises Rehana, along with my dad well enough, so my uncle couldn't get any trouble. All people are the variations of oneself" explained Mamun, as Jawad.

"So, how can I find you?" asked Haleem.

"Wait for 1982. This may make sense to you."

Haleem was shocked to watch a different miracle, which in the original timeline, he wasn't aware of the fact. Otherwise, he could consider as the most insane beliefs of what the calamity would be about. Jawad started to sleep. His body slowly lift under the ground to the cosmic pipes. Jawad was quite delighted this time. No falling down, no rotten pipes, thanks to the Healers who even revealed that, he need to relax upon it. Though, he may have been under training, he needs to learn something more, where he stepped into the ground of the jungle.

The armed green shirt was of a Fidel Castro-esque shirt, where blood was under cleaning by the tribal people, dressing as their silk clothes. It was quite a vague picture. It was more of the post-70s vibe. It was a beautiful feeling but quite a rough one to start with. He was of his late teens, as what I meant was 19th on the contrast of several characters he 'travelled' into.

He woke up and saw a familiar face along with another man, looking at his recovery of the wound. The forest was more of a camp of the tribe, which was supposed to be the hideout of the smugglers. It was the time, when customs had the regular showdown with the dreaded gangsters and other outlaws.

His beard and scars with the curly hair with pale handsome features flaunted by the ladies of the group. Kashem Bhai, the roadside goon in the city in the forest during the late 70s. Hopefully, the last timeline and Jawad's journey would about to turn into an adventure of the lifetime.

It would be a bumpy ride!!!