Ishq-e-laa Mahdud

Jurm-E-Ishq |10|

"Jab Allah Behtar Se Door Karta Hai, To Behtareen Se Nawazta Hai.."

When the night is at its darkest, that's when the sun's light shines the brightest. So, instead of losing hope in the Almighty, remember that tough times can actually lead to new opportunities and growth. It's important to remember that even when things seem tough, there is always hope and a chance for things to turn around.

In the midst of a peaceful month, Azlan's heart was filled with a mysterious blend of emotions. It wasn't clear whether it was the spark of love or a nagging sense of guilt, but he couldn't shake the feeling of unease.

As the clock struck the midnight hour, the faint glimmer of dawn was still a distant promise. Yet, amidst the darkness, a flicker of hope emerged. It whispered that all would be well again. A belief that with the morning sun, a new chapter of life would begin, leading towards peace.

As Azlan collapsed to the ground, his tears flowing uncontrollably, he whispered his prayers, asking Allah to ease his pain, to grant him the strength to move on. It was a heart-wrenching struggle for his weary soul.

"Ya Allah unse juda kar diya hai toh unki yaadon se bhi judaa kardein. Mera dard kam kardein, mere dil ko rahat de dein," Azlan's voice trembled, his words filled with pain and longing. Tears flowed freely down his face, tracing a path of sorrow and yearning. Hiccups interrupted his speech, revealing the overwhelming grief that consumed him.

"Woh mehram thi toh unko yaad karna zarurat thi, ek sukoon tha, par ab jab woh na-mehram hai toh unko yaad karna gunaah lagta hai. Par, par pata nahi kyu mera dil bas unki yaadon ki taraf khincha chala jata hai." As he spoke, his head bowed down, weighed down by the burden of his emotions. With hands raised in prostration, he sought solace and liberation from the memories that haunted him.

It was as if his heart was irresistibly drawn towards those memories, even though he felt guilty for remembering someone who was no longer a part of his life.

"Main bhoolna chahta hon unhein," he said, his voice heavy with longing. "Main chahta ho Allah, ke main apki mohabbat mein aansu bahao naake apne toote dil pe, na ke unki yaadon mein." He paused, his voice filled with determination. "Main aage badhna chahta hun, apni zindagi mein nayi ummeed aur khushiyan dhoondhna chahta hun."

As Azlan poured out his heart, his words echoed in the air, carrying the weight of his emotions. The room felt heavy with the intensity of his feelings, as if his very presence had transformed it into a sanctuary of shared vulnerability. His hands raised in prostration, as if reaching out to a higher power for guidance and strength. The room seemed to hold its breath, as if acknowledging the depth of his pain and the sincerity of his plea.

Azlan's voice trembled as he beseeched, "Ya Allah, main jaanta hon ke woh ab meri nahi hosakti, toh phir unki yaadon ko bhi mere liye paraya kardein. Mujhpar rahem kardein, mere toote dil ko jod dein, Allah..." His plea echoed in the room, filled with a mix of longing and hope, as he sought solace in his difficult time.