̳Javeria, give me Professor Imtinan's notes, will you?' Imama asked
Javeria who was studying. Javeria handed her a notebook which she
began to leaf through it. Javeria continued with her reading, but
suddenly turned to Imama, as if she had remembered something.
̳Why have you stopped taking notes during lectures?'
Imama looked up. ̳I would if I could understand them.'
̳What do you mean? You don't understand Prof. Imtinan's lectures?'
Javeria was surprised. ̳He's such a good teacher.'
̳Did I say he wasn't? It's just that...' Imama trailed off, distracted. She
turned back to the notebook. Javeria looked at her closely.
̳Aren't you getting absent-minded lately? Are you disturbed about
something?' She put away her book; her tone was caring.
̳Disturbed?' Imama muttered. ̳No...'
̳You have dark circles under your eyes. Last night—I think it was three
o'clock—when I woke up, you had not yet slept.'
̳I was studying,' Imama replied defensively.
̳No, you weren't. Your book was in front of you but your thoughts were
somewhere else. Is there a problem?'
̳What problem could there be?'
̳Then why have you become so quiet?' Javeria ignored Imama's
attempts to stall the conversation.
̳Now, why should I be at a loss for words?' Imama tried to smile. ̳I'm
as talkative as ever.'
̳It's not just me, but others too have noticed that you have been
disturbed,' Javeria said seriously.
̳It's nothing—just the usual tension because of studies.'
̳I don't believe you. After all we're all together—you cannot be any
more tense than us.' Javeria shook her head. Imama sighed—she was
getting fed up with this.
̳Is everything all right at home?'
̳Yes, absolutely fine.'
̳Have you quarreled with Asjad?' Why would I quarrel with him?' Imama responded in the same tone. ̳But there can still be differences and...' Imama cut her off in mid-
sentence.
̳When I am telling you that there's no problem, why can't you believe
me? In all these years, what have I not shared with you or what do you
not know about me? Then why are you questioning me as if I were a
criminal?' Imama was losing her temper.
Javeria was confused. ̳Of course, I believe you. I thought you were
holding back because I might worry. That's all.'
Javeria, somewhat contrite, got up and went back to her table and
resumed reading her book. After some time she yawned and turned
towards Imama. She was sitting up, her back to the wall and notebook
in hand, but her eyes were fixed on the wall in front.
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PEER E KAMIL
Roman d'amourshe fell first but he fell harder she waited 9 years for him she is innocent converted to islam he is far from islam he is bad boy converted to a good boy for him salar x imama
