you're THE LOVE

part:23

Sometimes what we see is opposite.....
Sometimes you have to just stay silent....
Sometimes you have to bear it with patience.....
Sometimes it's very hard to see someone in pain....
Sometimes you have to just stay calm....
The pain cannot be shared but you have to feel it.....
Pain of someone you lost cannot be covered by others.....
The heart pierced down when we see our loved ones left us ......
But you have to be brave and face it........
The situation is very sad but there is not any option.....
Sometimes you have to just stay silent

By: EU topia
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As they exit from the airport, Tabriz called for the taxi. After a few minutes, they were on their way riding the taxi. Hisham took the passenger seat, Sha'ban was with him. Tabriz was on front seat with the driver.

Hisham took his phone out of his trousers and dialed a number. Then with phone on his ear, his eyes were fixed on something out of the taxi's window.

"Assalam-o-alaikum!" Someone sent greetings, enthusiastically as the call was attended. He reverted his gaze to the front.

"Wa alaikum! Where are you?" He asked without any crap, directly. He was dead serious, although he was being respectful.

"Ah... at my office, I was bored at home and your sister took me here for "outing", and poor me took her advice, now I'm busy watching her doing her tasks. Is everything fine, you called me??" He asked with an amusement.

"Is she anywhere near?" He ignored his excitement and questioned.

"Yeah! In front of me. There was some ceremony at her college so she took off.... is everything ok?" He was confused at his continous investigation. So he got worried.

"I'm sending her some password, ask her to track it down for me. And then send me the location. I'm sorry I can't tell you anything at this time but don't worry. Allah hafiz!" With a goodbye he cut the call. Yeah, he can do at this extent to not make him worry over anything related to himself.

Now he was typing some message fastly. Sending it, he released a shaky breath and put his head on the back of the seat, squeezing his eyes shut. He felt his head was gonna blast with pain but he controlled himself. He can't make it obvious, he had to fulfill his job. It was his duty. It was a long time, Hisham called him by himself. Otherwise, he was the lone calling. When he was in mood, he would attend it, or otherwise he used to ignore their calls.

"I wish, she's alright!" He prayed in his heart. Yes, he couldn't see her in any pain or being hurt. If it was not love, than what could it be??

"Ah, Iman Khan! Ah!" He sighed, calling her name in a whisper. He called her by her full name after a long time and it seemed weird to his tongue.

"Take a turn to the police station." After a few moments, he suddenly decided something and ordered the driver. Tabriz and Sha'ban were watching him in awe but stayed silent. He was not heading to the home for some rest although he was injured and his face was telling what he was feeling at that time, tired and pained. But they knew he certainly would do everything that can make her safe and if they said anything it would only add fuel to his current mood. Staying silent was better for their own sake.
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He was lying in his bed with his stomach downside, face covered with pillow. His room was a complete mess as some disaster had passed from there. His books were scattered on the floor, clothes here and there, broken glass and some other.

As she entered his room her scowl deepened.

"Why.. you mourning over something? Did someone died here?" She asked in a piercing voice.

"Yeah, I'm mourning... no one died but was murdered here. It was faith and believe...that a sister has in her brother. I was sure, I will be with her when she is in need but see.... how unsure I'm now even of her life. I'm just a big mouth, who just know to make big talks but couldn't do anything in real. Are all the brothers like me?? Careless? Unknown?" He was saying in a soliloquy manner without changing his position or posture.

"Stop this nonsense. What philosophy you're saying, I can't get anything. Get up and eat something. See your condition and your room's too. Your father's being angry that I'm ignoring you and your sister. She too is behaving like it. I can't understand what got into both of you?" She said picking up his books and arranging in the book racks and his shirts into his cupboard. He laughed mockingly.

"If I took care of this mess would it clear the mess from my life too?" He got up and looked at her hopefully.

"I want to turn the time. But.... You know my teacher said once, 'in real life, what happens, just happens. We can't reverse it. And it leads to disorder. Our universe is in a journey to disorder. We cannot reverse or stop the phenomenon.' So it's rare that everyone gets happy no matter what disaster happened back."

Aunt's expressions softened at his words. She had almost cleared the mess, putting the things on their places.

"Shabby and Tabriz are back with Hisham. He'll definitely find her, I'm sure of this. It's her wife, he should be the one, worried. And here you're making yourself worried like hell." She shrugged off carelessly.

"And one thing more. Even if the world is in the journey to destruction or disorder and we cannot reverse or stop it, but we can slow it down at some extent. So if you want it to slow down, you have to do everything carefully and freely at same time. Take your time, but not waste it. When she's back you can make up with her."

She advised him like a friend. He was the only one to know that side of her personality. He was her favorite, a little naughty but obedient child. He never made her worried in the whole time, so she had a different relation with him, unlike Shabby and Zainab, who were always crying over something or whining and fighting with others.

"Now, get up and have something to eat. If you're going to starve, she won't be back but you'll be admitted to emergency. Don't destroy yourself when it is for nothing good." She, holding his arm, took him out of his room.
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