I did all my prayers and my life was at peace for the whole 2 days ,
My life was at this point revolving around praying only ,I would not prefer eating anything given to me by anyone , I ate less and didn't talked at all,
These two days were the only peaceful days after my parents death ,As after those 2 days my uncle auntie told me to sign on some papers ,which were obviously my father's share of land left for me only ,as my father was the oldest son ,he loved his land dearly and never sold any piece of it ever ,
But my uncle Siam and zafar did sold some of their land for sake of money , now they want my land ,
They tried to manipulate me into signing those papers but I couldn't as my father before death told me not to sell any part of the land and he sticky said as comparing himself to that of the land he said 'selling the land or A piece of it will mean selling a piece of me ʼ
After my denial they treated me differently like a slave and said if I have to live I have to work and move on ,I can't just pray the whole day and do nothing ,
To which I said nothing ,
Now my life was restless the pain was building up ,I thought they would be my support ,I thought we were a family ,but I guess it's all a lie they don't want me ,
The days went by ,I would work the whole day ,still endure there anger and abuse ,
I could not even say no because they would kill me if I did ,
If only My grandmother knew this is happening or if she wasn't ill she could have helped me out ,
I couldn't do anything as after my parents death she was in a bad state ,she had a cardial problem ad she suffered heart attacks ,
My phupo eventually had to go back to her place as she also had in laws and kids ,she told me to wait patiently which I did ,
SOME high profile people come after some days ,they asked about my parents and on that meserable news they showed sadness and acknowledged me ,they even told me good things ,like to not worry and all and if I need anything I could ask them ,
How could they treat me like a family when my own family now treats me like a slave ,
They would come to meet me at almost every month or they would send me gifts ,
Maybe they were my parents best friends or something but I never took any of the gifts as my auntie would give the gifts to her children ,
I have two uncles named Siam khanzada ,and Zafar khanzada
Zafar khanzada is the scariest one ,
Well they have wives named Shifa[siams wife] and Sumaya [zafars wife]
Shifa have 3 children 2 boys at the age of 15 and 17 ,shuhaib ,sameer
One girl: rida Khanzadi
And Sumaya have 3boys named
Umer age 29 , humdan age 20 ,Umair 25,
3 girls named Sina age 19 ,shumaila 21, and saniya age 17,
The scariest uncles children are not that bad except Sina and shumaila but the children of Siam kha zada make my life hell ,
Just like that the days moved into weeks and weeks moved into months ,After nine months :
The door knocked heavily ,creating a loud sound on the touch of metals ,
I opened the door ,
"phupo ! Ap! Kaisi hai app ?"
"hurain meri jaan ..."
"Phupo aien na" I grabbed her hand as my heart filled up with warmth and love for her as I saw her after these months,I felt warmth as she is the only person left to be considered as a family,
She followed me as I lead her to the small shaby hall of our house we sat on that ancient couch , facing each other,
"Aor btao beta kaisa hai sab yshan"she said and after a few sec the sound of a slap filled the air,
phupo sat straight in an alerting way ,
while the slap which was unexpectedly landed on my face leaving a print of hand, redness overflowing it , cheeks swollen ,I looked up to find Aunt Shifa ,she was angry as usual ,and I know its not me who is at fault it's,
just that she doesn't have a punching bag,this is not the first time so I am wel aware of this behavior which is inhuman , I obviously know that I should speak up but I don't want to ,I am glad they didn't threw me out at least ,
"bhabi shifa ye kiya kar rahi hai app ,bachi ko q mara kia kiya hai hoor ne"
"tum chup raho Shama !, ye hamare ghar ki baat hai ,tumhe bech mai ane ki zroorat nhi hai ,"
"kiya matlb hai apka bhabi ,mera b ghar hai ye mere bhai our maa abhi zinda hai allhamdulillah ,Allah ka shukar hai ,mai apke ghar nhi ai hun apne ghar ai hun ,our ap k havaly kiya tha mai ne is masoom ko ap ye salook kar rahi hai is ke saath ,vo bichari maa baap ko kho chuki hai sharam nhi ati apko ,mai abhi bhai ko btati hun ye sab"
"phupo nhi nhi aisa nhi ap tention nhi lo mujh se hovi hogi ghlti "
"q aisa nhi hai ,kambakht tujhe lagta hai mai iski dhamki se darti hun ,bata de ,us bhai ko apne mai ussi se abhi baat kar ke ai hun ,she slapped me on face multiple times yelling at me ,tere baap ne apni sari jaidad tere hawaly kar di ,pata bhi hai us mai hamara hissa b tha kehta tha zameen ka batwara bohot jald hi karwa doonga ,kambakht khud Tho chala gaya hame khsary mai chor kr ,ab tu kab mary gi ,thujhe tho mai hi mar dalti hun ,.. "
"bhabi ! Bs kary mar jaegi vo pagal ho gayi hai app "
"han ho gai hun pagal ,hamare ghar mai rehti hai ,hamara kana kati hai par iski namak harami Tho dekho ,jab bola sign kar k jaidad hamare hawaly kar de tho mana kar diya "
"vo iski hai apki nhi "
"Shama agar tho isse door nhi hui na "Tho mai tujhe bhi mar da longi"
"kiya ho raha hai ye " it was Siam khanzada ,
Every one stood straight in their place as siam said,
"Shifa chlo mery sath ab, bekar jano mai kiya waqt zaya kar rahi ho"
"G "
i then looked at my phupo she looked into my eyes and tears rolled down her cheeks ,which I picked up ,by caressing my thumb on them ,
"ye kiya hai hoor ,tum ne q nhi bataya k ye hota araha hai tumhary sath ,kiya sumaiya bhabi bhi aisi hai , I shut my eyes close gulping the lump in my throat not wanting to say anything ,
"kuch tho btao ab jawab do "
I can't lie..
"unhon ne kbhi mara nhi hai but vo kam kara leti hai mujse aour kuch kbhi nhi kaha ,vo achi hai,"
"hmm"phupo said cleaning her teary wet face with the back of her shawl, with a pout on her face ,while I grab the jug which was resting on the table poured the water in the glass and gave it to her,
She drank it down with one go,
When the familiar metallic sound of door caught our attention now we were both alone in the house ,
Phupo went to see whos at the door because none of those people living in this house had any idea of coming back aat this Hour of the day,
Phupo opened the door as I watched her from behind and after assurence and acknowledgment ,when she opened the door it was the women I knew as my mother's best friend ,her name is I don't know what because I never asked ,as I was firstly not in any place to ask a women who treats me with so much love ,who she actually is ,and what's her name and why haven't I heard of her before,
I couldn't get myself to ask her that so I just took her arrival as a gift from Allah ,because she came in my life on the miserable days and if I am alive today and I am this strong ,despite the ill treatment of my own family, it's only because of her and it's only because of the encouragement she gave me ,in those two hours, we spent together ,
I was thinking all of this when I heard my phupo weeping in her arms ,I went forward and heard her saying
"apko Allah SWT ne meri bachi k liya bheja hai ,mujhe malom hai ,ye uske sabr ka ajaar hai mujhe maloom hai k ye duaon k qubool hony ki nishani hai "
She cried on her shoulder ,and the sweet lady also had tears in her eyes she was holding my phupo and crying ,I wondered why is she crying ,why are they crying ,why
When i myself don't want to ,I don't want to cry ,it's what I was suppose to go through my situation is worse but I believe this world may contain some people who are at their worst ,maybe living a more dire and worst life compared to mine ,
I said allhamdulillah , no matter want I am suffering I still feel like i m not the last or the first person going through it ,I am thankful I am not dead and I am still able to survive this ,
I went to make some tea for my phupo and the sweet lady ,
Leaving them to talk ,not knowing what the future holds ,
I came back holding the tray ,as my phupo stood up and took the tray from me she then seated the tray on the table while I settled the dishes of sweets and tea out on the table ,
"beta ye sab karne ki kiya zrorat thi ,"
"aunty ap aisa tho na bolen, ap kitne Dino bad Ai hai yahan itna tho banta hai na "
"vaisy ye sab hoor ne khud banaya hai "
"Kiya matlb " she looked shocked
"arey ye biscuits ,samosy sab ghar k banaye hovy hai ,ap kha k dekho na bohot mazy ka kana banati hai hoor "
She tried the biscuit ,and her eyes widened ,at next moment she took a peice of samosa then shoved it into her mouth ,she smiled widely and said ,
"Shama ye tho sach mai bohot la jawab hai ,acha Shama kiya hurain ko vo baat pata hai ?"
"arey pata nhi but mai abhi isse baat karti hun ap fikar na karo , hurain mere sath ao " a fear crept over me ,but I still followed my phupo into the kitchen ,
where she stood up in front of me and said ,"you know your mother regretted one thing ,"
I stayed quite ,I wanted to know what she regretted,
"she regretted the decision you made ,the decision where you said you won't marry that kid ,look hurain allah SWT have made every one of us in pairs ,so you can't say that ,you can't say you won't marry ,
RIght now you don't have anyone by your side ,you need support but there's no one who can support you ,there's no one who can love you ,I can't see you all broken ,so for this once I want to beg you to say yes to what I am about to say ,
"phupo what are you saying yar ,you don't need to beg me I can do anything for you ,please "
"right ,OKay I want you marry this ladies son ,I think your mother told you about him ,
and I want you to go with her right now ,because if any of them ,found out that you are getting married to a rich guy they will surely try to ruin the wedding ,I have talked to the lady ,so it will be okay if you leave ,ummm just grab your important belongings and bid farewell to this life ,"
"phupo .. How how can I ,I mean it's literally like running out of home ,"
"nope it's not I told Zafar kha zada he said I can do what ever I want ,"
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My head was hurting from the morning I think winter froze my brain too ,if you feel like the chapter is unclear or there are some or any defects please please let me know ,I wrote it despite the headache so I am sorry for it ,but I did my best ,
My head is blasting it's not working 😭😭
Guys I have internet issue,I wanted to publish the chapter yesterday but couldn't because of the slow internet I will try to update this chap ,but I didn't wanted to make it long
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