𝐏𝐄𝐄𝐑-𝐄-𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋 (پیر کامل)

🌺CHAPTER-37

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He was standing three steps ahead of her. So close that if she reached out she would have touched his shoulder. There was no one else there except the two of them. She was looking over his shoulder at the opening door of the Kaaba. She was looking at the flood of light that had started engulfing everything there. She could easily see the verses written on the cover of the Kaaba. She could feel the light of the stars in the sky suddenly increasing.

The person standing in front of them was reciting Talbiyah. The only sound that echoed there was his voice. Pleasant voice....... He helplessly found himself repeating the same words behind her. Just like he was reading. But under her breath, she started mixing her voice with his voice. Similarly, under the lips....... Then his voice started to rise, then he realized....... She couldn't raise her voice with his. He gave up trying. She continued to listen to his voice.

The door of the Kaaba was open. She saw the man walking forward and standing near the door. She saw him raise his hands to the sky. He was praying, she kept looking at him, then he lowered his hands. He was now sitting down and prostrating himself on the ground, in front of the door of the Kaaba. She kept looking at him. Now he was standing up. He was about to flip. She wanted to see his face. His voice was familiar but without seeing his face....... He was turning now.
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She immediately sat up. There was darkness in the room. For a few moments she felt that she was there, in the Kaaba. Then as she returned to reality. She got up and turned on the light in the room and then came to the bed and sat down again. She remembered the dream in full detail, as if she had seen a movie, but she could not see this man's face. Her eyes were opened before he turned.

"Who could have had a pleasant voice, except Jalal Ansar." She thought.

But that person was tall. Jalal Ansar was brown, the man's shoulders and arms out of Ihram were fair in color and his voice was familiar. She could not recognize whether it was Jalal's voice or someone else's.

The dream was very strange but her headache was gone and she was surprisingly relaxed. She got up and turned on the light in the room. The wall clock was striking one. Imama remembered that she went to sleep at night without praying Isha. She had neither changed her clothes nor performed ablution before sleeping. She changed her clothes and came out of her room. There was no light in Saeeda Amma's room. She was sleeping. There was deep silence in the whole house. The bulb was burning in the yard. The presence of a slight fog could also be felt in the light of the bulb. The green vines climbing the courtyard walls were perfectly still with the red brick walls. She wanted to go to the bathroom on the other side of the yard to perform ablution, but instead of going to the yard, she sat by the porch pillar. Rolling up the sleeves of his sweater, she unbuttoned her shirt sleeves and folded them up. For a few moments she was shivered. The chill was too much then she started looking at those bulls. Once again she was remembering the evening meeting with Jalal Ansar, but this time the echo of his words was not making her laugh.

You did the hard work of my loneliness

I would have died if not with you

When the mind is broken, it is bad

Light becomes something else

This Sheda Tera does not ask for anything from the kings

His wealth is only the footprint of your feet

A sad smile appeared on her lips. In the past eight and a half years, this voice....... And these words never left her mind and then she remembered the other voice she had heard in her dream some time ago.