Dedicated to the leader of Youth: Hadhrat Hussain RadhiAllahu Anh!
معمول بن گیا میرا راتوں کو جاگنا
نیندیں میرے وجود کی ایک شخص لے گیا
"My nights now follow an accustomed chore, no more sleep I see,
A person, perhaps a beloved, has stolen my restful slumber's glee!***
In the heart of the night, the shadow lurked in a dimly lit room, with its enigmatic presence.
It walked anxiously and silently as if weighed by the burden of countless secrets.
Even if one could see in the dark, they would struggle to count the lines of reverie etched on its forehead.
Suddenly, a shrilling sound pierced through the heavy silence - ringtone of a phone placed on the mahogany table.
The walking shadow halted, its head tilted silently, perturbed by the disturbance.
From the other end of the line, a low and crisp voice cut through the silence like a sharp knife.
"There's a girl I want YOU to track. Would you please help me in finding her? I have heard of your eagle eyes."
"Sorry, wrong number," growing increasingly annoyed by the constant calls, the shadow murmured.
"Don't cut the call, I beg you! I am well aware of whom I am talking to." The voice insisted undeterred.
Caught off guard, the shadow whispered, "How did you reach out to me?"
"I'd rather not say," came the seemingly rehearsed reply.
"You should know that I am not someone to be trifled with." The shadow warned.
"I understand but please help me. The girl.. she is very special to me. I need to know everything about her." Sincere concern was evident in the caller's voice.
Unwilling to get involved in other's affairs, when it is already burdened by own, the shadow retorted, "Kindly seek someone else's help. I am not available."
"For the sake of Allah, please help me! I will pay you handsomely for all your efforts," the caller pleaded.
As the name of Almighty was mentioned, silence engulfed the room, and the shadow couldn't help but be moved.
"Who's she to you?" drawing in a deep breath, the shadow finally inquired. Its eyes glimmering with curiosity.
"Very special," arrived the heartfelt reply, adding another layer of mystery.
"What's her name?" The shadow was still hesitant to accept the task, unsure if it could shoulder another responsibility.
"It's Juveria. Juveria Rahman" the caller's reply struck the shadow like a bolt of lightening, leaving in stunned and alarmed beyond measure.
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