Threads of Destiny

Chapter 1

Author's POV

"Papa!!!!!!!!!"

"No, my papa will never leave me you heard that,"

"I'm sorry but we tried our best but could not find his body"

"Mumma don't leave me Please"

"I don't want to marry him,"

"Qubool hai, Qubool hai, Qubool hai,"

"Mummaaaaa!!!

It was the time of the rainy season. A heavy downpour was pouring relentlessly against the windows. The entire house was quiet, with everyone in a deep slumber, but a girl was wrestling with her demons on that same cold night in the same house. She was shivering while tossing and turning in her sleep, her hold on the sheets tightening as she tried to breathe. Her body was sweating in the chilled Air conditioner room. The flashbacks of her past and the voices are making her restless but she is not able to gain courage to come out of the nightmare.

She was fighting to stop the demons from winning the emotional turmoil. suddenly, All the screams and words that were echoing in her mind stopped abruptly, and her eyes opened with a jerk. She tries to take as much breath as she can. She sat up with a racing heart and looked around to find herself in her bed.

The nightmare, or rather the reality of her life, has not stopped coming in front of her. It's been so long that she is suffering from her past. The past haunts her for six freaking years.

The loss she received on that unfaithful night. The loss of her parents, the loss of her beautiful family. The loss of peace in her life.

It's been six years since her parents died. She came to this House just for one week but who could have known that she would end up staying forever? Forever with a new identity-not as a granddaughter, niece, or cousin, but as a daughter-in-law, a sister-in-law, and a wife.

She looks at her side for the water jug; holding it, she pours the water into the glass and gulps it in one go to calm herself down. She took her dupatta that was beside her pillow, wiped her face, and put it in her head as the azaan of a nearby masjid came into her ear.

Completing the dua that she read after the azaan, she got down from the bed and made her way to the bathroom to freshen up a little and also to make wazu there.

She came to the room and took the janamaz, a prayer mat, which is a piece of cloth or a rug used by Muslims during their prayers.

She laid the janamaz on the ground facing the kiblah direction and started her namaz.

After completing her prayer, she goes to her balcony, which is her favourite place in the whole house.

The sun has cast hues of colour in the sky, and the birds have started chirping, making the atmosphere more beautiful. Nature looks more vibrant only in the early morning. The less human interaction with nature makes nature look much more beautiful than the time when all the humans came out of their homes in a rush.

We rushed to conquer our dreams; we rushed to make money; we rushed to survive in this World like it's a battleground where victory is the only option and defeat is inevitable. In all this Chaos we forget to take a breath. we forget to live in the moment rather than run behind the materialistic things to fulfil our greed.

What happened in the end was that we lost much more than what we tried to grab for ourselves. We lost the time, we lost the memories, and we lost the meanings of things for which we do all this.