Sabr : the gift for patience

chapter 12

Zafar's Pov:

"MA! Come here!" I called my mother from my room, standing in front of my bed where I placed all the shirts I've chosen for tonight.  "Uffo What?" Ma asked annoyed as she came in my room.

"Which one looks the best ma? This one or this one?" I asked holding two shirts. "Do you even have any other colored clothes except these dead colors? What is this? Everything here is black and white. I don't know, wear whatever you want." She said with a done expression and sat on the bed.

"Ma plz, help me." I pleaded. "Go with this one, afterall you won't wear anything except dull colors."  She said handing me the grey shirt that was placed on the bed as one of my choices.

"Okay I'll go with this one then. This looks good right? Or should I go with this pant?" I asked looking at the mirror as I contemplate between the choices. I turned around to look at my mother only to see her smiling. " What ma? Tell me nahh." I whined as she chuckled.

" I didn't chose the wrong one did I?" I looked at her confused as she said standing up from the bed. "What? The shirt?" I asked not getting her words. Her smile grew wilder, "Wear whatever you want, my son looks good in everything." And with a sigh she walked out of the room as I kept looking at her from the back, confused.

After contemplating for a while, I chose the grey shirt with a matching dark jeans. I wore my watch and looked at the mirror to fix my hair. I was nervous, nervous to meet someone I've met before, someone who only has the power to make me this nervous.

I took my car keys and exited the house as my parents were already in the car waiting for me. " Zafar? Won't you bring anything for her?" Ma asked as I was focused on the road. But I could see from the corner of my eyes my parents making eye contact signaling each other something which I was unaware of.

I stopped the car in front of a flower shop. "How about flowers? She likes tulip" I said. Again my parents looked at each other and smiled. " Hurry we're getting late" my mother said and I got out of the car towards the flower shop.

Niyamat's Pov:

I looked at the screen carefully rechecking as I enter my Id number on the form. My parents on both sides of me standing, holding the chair I was sitting on. I took a deep breath before clicking on the confirm button.

All my hard work, all my dreams and all my prayers' answers were just one click away, just one click and I'll know my result, my 4.5 years of blood sweat and tears.

Abbu put a hand on my shoulder as the screen started to load. All our hearts beating like it'll come out of its cage. After a minute or so the screen displayed a result sheet.

I went closer to the screen and started reading the result out loud. My heart abnormally beating fast with anxiety.

"Niyamat Bashir, passed with 88.5%
Congratulations." 

My voice broke as tears filled my eyes with happiness. The cheering screams of my parents filled the room. I jumped from my chair and hugged my parents. The day I've been waiting for finally came. All those struggles , headaches, frustration tears and stress feels worth it now. My parents almost crying from happiness.

"You did it ma," my father said as I wipe his tears off. "I did it abbu," I said and we engulfed each other into another big hug. And finally I could feel the happiness, the happiness of success which now feels greater than the struggles I've faced. My prayers were answered, my beliefs were proved. My lord gave me my reward for my patience, for my Sabr.

The screams of jannat and fatema came from the other side of the phone as they expressed their joy. "We are so proud of you yam!!" Fatema said jumping, being happier than everyone. "You did it Yam!" Jannat added.