Naintara Siddiqui is a 24-year-old woman, who is bold and straightforward from the outside yet so fragile and sensitive from the inside. She's been suffering for 11 years and her only motive is to take revenge on Kamran Malik for his ill doings and...
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The young woman roused around 4 am. She got up, drank some water, and laid down again. Her eyes traveled here and there along the white ceiling, her thoughts roaming as well.
She breathed out heavily before checking the time, sitting up straight. The table clock displayed 4:17 am. Her feet touched the cold floor as she stood up before slipping into her slippers and ascending towards the bathroom to perform ablution.
A while later she exited the bathroom and wore a brown Jilbab before spreading her prayer mat. She offered namaz slowly and calmly. After 5-7 minutes she was done with her Fajar prayer rakaats and lifted her hands for dua. Her hands shivered a bit.
"Ay mery Allah...." She breathed out shakily. "Ay mery paak parwardigar meri madad farmayn. Mujhay himmat bakhshen, mera sabar toot raha hai." She pleaded to her beloved God Almighty, her voice in low quivering whispers. "Aap ke siwa koi mery dil ka haal nahi janta Ya Rab, koi nahi janta ke mai rozana kitni baar marti hun aur kitni baar jeeti hun. Mai janti hun ke apsay ziada koi mujh se piar nahi karsakta aur ye bhi ke ap mujh par mery zabt se ziada mushkilat nahi dalain gy lekin ay Rab-ul-Izzat apny Habeeb Rasool SAW ke sadqay meri preshaniyun mein thori si kami krden. Meri bas hoti ja rahi hai Ya Allah." She choked the words out with her tightened throat, her voice sounding sore as if on the verge of crying.
"Ya Allah un khabeesun ko pakarwany mein meri madad farmayn jinhun ne meri zindagi ko azaab bna dia hai. Mery maa baba ko qatal kardia.." With that the hot liquid escaped her eyes, dampening her cheeks. "Mujh se mera waqar cheen lia.." She hiccuped a sob, the tears trailing down her jaw to the neck. "Us badzaat ko saza dilwany mein meri madad karen Ya Ilahi." She was a sobbing mess now, her wails painfully agonizing.
"Meri dua apni Bargah-e-Kareem mein qubool farmayn Ya Rab. Mery maa baba ki rooh ko sukoon bakhshen Allak paak. Mai apkey siwa kisi aur se nahi mang sakti Allah. Koi is qabil nahi hai apkey ilawa. Aap tou Raheem hain, Kareema hain, Meherban hain...Aap tou is pori kainat par Qaadir-o-Qadeer-Muqtadir hain mery piary Allah. Meri madad farmayn, mujhay himmat bakhshen aur sabar se nawazen." She then recited a few quranic ayahs and surahs and grazed her palms over her tear-stained face afterward while mumbling "Ameen".
She inhaled deeply trying to soothe her throbbing nerves and heavy heart, sitting there on the prayer mat, doing nothing just staring at nowhere in particular, zoning out. She just found peace in sitting there on the prayer mat, in front of the Almighty Creator and talking things out, pouring out her heart and everything that she couldn't tell anybody else.
Half an hour later, she got onto her feet pulling herself together before she folded the prayer mat and took off the jilbab chaddar. She then picked her phone up and saw a text from Shehzad that stated 'We have to go to meet SSP at 9 o'clock beta. I'll text you when I get there.' Naintara read it while an unsettling sensation stirred within her thus she replied with a simple 'Ji'.
