"KYA MATLAB HAAM HAAR GAI?"
Khalid Ahmed Ali
scream to the person on the phone, it didn't take him a second to broken the phone. Not giving chance to the person to explain.
[What do you mean we lost]
The dimly lit hall was filled with the oppressive silence of disappointment, and Khalid's face contorted with frustration and anger. He had put his heart and soul into the campaign, and yet, the people had chosen another path.
"Khalid ye kya harkat hai, 6 gaon to haare hai ham"
Ahmed Ali
said in his Harsh tone
[Khalid what is this nonsense, we have just lost six village]
" baba aapke liye vho kuch nhi hoga par mere liye bohot badi baat hai. Aap nhi gai the gali gali vote mangne, nah hi aapne kuch Kiya hai,"
Khalid can't take it anymore, everyone's how much elections matters to him.
[Father for you it might be nothing, but for its a big thing. You didn't roam form one place to other like I didn't for one vote. Nor you help me.]
The room buzzed with the hushed whispers of his campaign team, strategists, and loyal friends. They had all poured their hearts into this endeavor. It was more than just an election; it was a mission to bring about change, to right the wrongs that had plagued their community for years.
" tumhen bhi pata hai bete, beshk tumahare vichar bohot aache hai, sab ko pata hai kitne aache neta ho tum, par tumne Lahore ya uske aas pass bhi nhi jana chahiye tha-"
Ahmed try to understand his stubborn son the some thing again. Ofcourse everyone knows one what will happen if they try to mess with the lahore people's.
[You don't know beta, ofcourse no doubt your thoughts are high, everyone knows what a great leader you are, but you should never went in Lahore. Not even near by-]
"Baba bs! Ye sunke mai aabhi pagal ho jaunga! Bs kijiye. Aagar mai yaha ladkiyo ke liye school khool sakta hu to vaha kyu nhi? Kya vaha ki ladkiya is Desh ki ladkiya nhi hai?"
It's Ahmed's dream that his countrys girl child should be educated, properly respected in the society. Is it too much to ask for?
[ Dad, enough! Just hearing this, I'll go crazy now! If I can open a school for girls here, then why not there? Aren't the girls there also the girls of this country?"]
" beshak hai beta par tumhen bhi malum hai vaha ham kyu nhi kar sakte. Mai soch mai hu ki usse kuch Kiya kyu nhi jab tum vaha election ke time gai the"
[Certainly, son, but you also know why we can't do it there. I'm thinking about why he didn't do anything about it when you went there during the elections.]
A hushed, foreboding silence enveloped the hall, a thunderous silence crashed down like a tidal wave. It was as if time itself had paused, and the very walls of the room held their breath. Every pair of eyes swung towards the speaker, their gazes wide and unwavering. An unspoken, spine-tingling anticipation gripped the room, for they all knew the man whose name had been uttered. "Him."
Even in his absence, the mere mention of his name held the power to render everyone mute. In that electrifying moment, the room hung in suspense, as the collective fear and respect for the elusive figure left every soul in petrified stillness, a haunting silence that echoed the magnitude of his fearsome reputation.
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Ishq Mubarak
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