Farokht- E- Hayaat

3- Distraction?

Jalti raag jo bujhi nahi,
Moom ki aag itni tez toh nahi,
Wajood jo jala diya tere ishq ka
Sulagte sawaal bhojte nahi.
Jawab ki dakhaast na kar,
jis ki manzil srif Julasna hai.

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Huzaifa

"you need to realise how important you are to me huzaifa, your mother trusted me the most throughout her life and I think of it very highly. So please, Khuda ke wassta ... kuch hosh karo. sambhalo khud ko huzaifa" chief was sitting there beside huzaifa's bed, holding his hand between both of his hands, squeezing them gently in a way assurance.

Huzaifa apne andar ka daudta howa khoon mehsoos kar raha tha. Bawajood iss ke... ke uss ki maa ki maut ka asar uss ko bejaan kar chuka tha, woh yakeen nahi kar raha tha ke woh SAANS le raha hai.

Cheif Akram left the room as he picked a call, but huzaifa heard him slightly before he left.
"Yes president....."

Huzaifa jitna uss ki maa ko aur cheif ko jaanta tha. Utna hi khud ko bhi,
Uss ke andar ka "survival instinct" tha ya shayad......

Cheif came back with a smile that didn't reach his eyes.
"Cheif, Ap mere liye kuch karsakte hai?" huzaifa looked into his eyes with hope.

Cheif came in slowing sitting beside him.
"Huzaifa mein tumhe khush dekhne ke liye kuch bhi kar sakta hon"
He forced each word like it meant the whole life to him.

"Muhje pata hai ap ek Case investigate kar rahe hai,
I know that it's confidential too... iss liye team ke koi bhi member ko pata nahi hai. Magar Cheif, I want to leave this place. I need something to put my mind completely into it and not think about all these emotions" He pleaded.

Cheif was taken aback from the pleading and helplessness in Huzaifa.
He was probably figuring put everyway to pull him in.
"Okay beta..." he says while placing his hand on Huzaifa's head.

......Ya Shayad taqdeer.

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Yusra

I felt every bone of me numb.
How could... he-

Yusra ran out of the study, her hand trembled as she picked her phone and dialed his no.
"Dad.... please...." a lone tear escaped her eye.

Aansu ki koi khaas kirdaar nahi tha yusra ke halaat mein. Guzre howe 3 Mahine aur 8 din mein jo jazbaaton aur soorat-e-haal se woh guzri thi. Ab uss ki laal aur bedaar ankhein saaf bayaan kar rahi thi.

"Your call is being forwarded to a voicemai-" yusra slams the phone on the ground, Completely heartbroken.

Maria runs to yusra on the bang sound, reaching towards her... she hugged yusra.
Maria was a very old maid of Zaynab. She stayed with her from the time yusra was born.
While Zaynab peaked her career when yusra was born, Maria took every single care of her.
"Yusra mam?..."
She stood there still as a single tear left my eye.
"Bibi?..." Maria called me,
It send a shiver down the spine. I gradually looked at her even when my vision was blurry.
"Bibi?" I repeated her words.

Maria srif zaynab ko bibi bulati thi, uss ke jaane ke inte mahino baad. Yeh lafz ab yursa ko sunai de raha tha, usse apni maa ki jaane ka ghum chub raha tha ya kuch ghair haqiqi ehsaas horaha tha ke shayad ab bhi... zaynab aas paas hai.

"Bibi yusra, thoda tahammul se kaam lein. Zaynab bibi jaane ke baad yeh ghar toot raha hai. Ap iss ko bachane ki akhiri umeed hai. Please." Maria pleaded.