Rooh-e-Zindagi (soul of life)

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It has been two days since Aabis died. Ashaar was yet to speak a word as Aabis last words were roaming inside his head. He cannot take Arzoo in let alone allow Maahad to tag along.

His siblings won't take it lightly and it would be very unfair to all of them. His gaze fell upon the little 6 year old girl who was clinging on Naahira's side. She has been sticking to her for past two days. Naahira's also hasn't left her side even for a minute she was the only one who coaxed her into eating something.

"Bhai I have had enough!" Amar snapped loudly at Arez and walked towards Ashaar. His brother was a mess so Arez didn't let him talk to him and quietly obeyed everything Ashaar wanted them to do but now be was done being patient. Aabis was dead funeral was done he was buried now Amar wants to go home.

Naadir actually used his contacts and got permission to host a funeral in Aabis's home. They were here since two days but now they have to go home.

The guests who arrived for soyem (funeral) were also leaving now.

"Bhaiya!" Aabis roughly turned his brother around. Ashaar almost snapped back as he looked at his brother with tired eyes. Amar flinched seeing the emptiness in his eyes.

Amraha rushed to them but Ashaar held up his palm. He wasn't talking to her he didn't even glance at her for two days straight. He not only ignored her like this but Also Zoohan. Zohaan was nonexistent to him.

"Ji?" Ashaar replies Amar.

"Mujhe ghar jana ha." The thirteen year old said without any fear.

"Jaou!" Ashaar replied.

"Paaka?" Amar asks.

"Yahn rukne ka koi aur koi reason nahi ha! Teeno ghar jaou." Ashaar said.

Amar sighed in relief and walked back towards Arez. Arez was still unsure he looked at Amraha and she just shrugged. They decided to ask Zaamin.

"Zaamin bhai?" Amraha approached him.

"Han beta bolo?" Zaamin asks concerned.

"Amar ko ghar jana ha! Bhaiya ne kaha chale jaou? Mein lejaou unhe?" She asks.

"Mein Zohaan se kheta hu drop krde." Zaamin replied.

"Bachi nahi ha yeh! Ye pakro chabhi ise do or bolo jaye yahn se." Ashaar walked closer to Zaamin and gave his keys to him.

"Bhaiya.." Amraha sounded desperate.

"Ashaar Zohaan krdega drop." Zaamin added.

"Mein kisi Zohaan ko nahi jaanta hu!" Ashaar snapped and walked away.

"Amraha beta! Abhi tum teeno niklo hum dekhte ha yahn kia krna ha." Zaamin patted Amraha's head.

"Kia dekhte ha? Ab log bhi chalo ghar ho to gaya sab! Kafan dafan hogaya? Aur kia bacha ha? Mein apse kherahi hu Zaamin bhai mein apne bhaio ko lekar chali jaungi agar bhaiya us larki ko ghar lekar aye! Sheher me sau yateem khane ha! Edhi ke ghar (orphanage) chor aye isse." Amraha spoke with venom in her tone.

"Enough! Itni bari nahi hui ho tum jo Ashaar ke mamlo mein bolo! Aj ka bad Ashaar ko blackmail krne ki khoshish ki haina Amraha mujhse bura koi nahi hoga! Ghar jaou!" Zaamin never ever uses this tone. The tears immediately stung in Amraha's eyes she stomped outside angrily.

"Ash..ar Ashaar bhai." Maahad hesitantly shaking walked towards Ashaar. His eyes were completely dry he saw Ashaar's siblings leaving the house and he knew his time was over.

Ashaar looked at him and his heart went to the boy. No 16 year old should look like this he was wearing an old white kurta shalwar a one he probably got for Eid years ago. His hair was messy his eyes were totally red but there was not a single drop of tear in it.