Ishq-e-laa Mahdud

Jurm-E-Ishq |8|

"مایوسی سے یقین کی طرف آکر تمھیں تمھارا رب ملے گا..."

"Mayosi se yaqeen ki trf a kar tumhe tumhara Raab mile ga..."

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The pale light of dawn gently crept through the window, casting a soft glow on the room. As the world slowly awakened, the serene tranquility of Fajr time enveloped the air. It was a morning of introspection and renewal, a peaceful respite after a long and challenging night. The birds chirped their melodic tunes, as if offering solace and hope. The cool breeze carried away the remnants of darkness, bringing with it a fresh start and the promise of a brighter day ahead.

Azlan's voice trembled with a deep sense of remorse and regret as he poured out his emotions, his words laced with anguish and self-condemnation. "Allah, main sharminda ho, main sharminda ho Allah," he repeated, his voice filled with sorrow. The weight of his actions weighed heavily on his conscience as he confessed, "Maine use us waqt chhod diya jab use meri zarurat thi. Use tab sab se ziada aziyat di hai, jab woh mujhse apni saari umeeden laga bethi thi." The pain in his voice was palpable as he acknowledged the magnitude of his betrayal, murmuring, "Umeed, ke main yaqeen karonga uska aur maine kya kiya... maine, maine uski har umeed ko tood diya, use tood diya, uske dil ke tukdein kar diye."

Tears streamed down his face, his voice choked with emotion, as he sought forgiveness from Allah, "Allah main apki bandi ka gunahgaar ho, aapka gunahgaar ho, maine gunaah kiya hai, bohut bada gunaah, par aap toh Rehman-ul-Rahimeen hai na? Mujhe maaf karde mere malik, main, main..." Azlan's cries intensified, his body trembling with each sob, as the weight of his guilt consumed him in the silence of the room.

Azlan remained seated on the prayer mat, his heart heavy with sorrow, as he continued to cry uncontrollably. Each tear that fell blurred his vision, a testament to the depth of his anguish. The weight of his actions weighed heavily on him, and he couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with regret. It was an incredibly difficult moment for him, as he realized the pain he had caused the poor soul. In that moment of reflection, all he could do was drown in his remorse and wish he could turn back time.

Once he felt that he couldn't shed any more tears, Azlan rose from the prayer mat. The weight of his regret was overwhelming, but he realized that regret alone wasn't sufficient. Crying alone couldn't undo what had been done, and even seeking forgiveness might not be enough. Sometimes, the pain caused by our actions goes beyond what words or tears can heal.

As he attempted to shift his body, a sudden jolt of pain surged through his head. He tried to push it aside and concentrate on the pressing matters at hand, but the pain persisted, intensifying with each passing moment. It seemed that crying for hours on end had brought on a splitting headache, one that was undeniably severe.

With one more step, his body gave way, collapsing onto the frigid floor. A wave of heaviness washed over his mind, engulfing his vision in a shroud of darkness.