THE TALES OF THE UNFULFILLED DESIRES

FEAR OF LOSING-I

The arguement got so clamorous that it snapped the 7 year-old girl out of the sleep.

"You're out of my mind, I can't live with you anymore!!!",yelled the lady.
The man furiously replied,"Ok then go to hell!! I too ain't wonna live with you".

Sayin' all this was straightforward and painless for them or maybe it was painful for them as well in some perspectives, but they were totally incognizant that how painful it was to listen all that for the 7 year-old girl who was listenin' all this who was just pretendin' that she was asleep.

"Disgustin'!!! I'm going", replied the lady.

As soon as the little innocent girl heard this, a sea of tears welled up in her small sparklin' nasty eyes, she looked at her 3 year-old brother, and her heart raced, a wave of fear swept over her, it felt as though the world was about to stop.
The fear of losin' was visible clearly.

"Arhh where's my bag" murmured the lady.

"Nooo Nooo!!!"

The lady turned back as she felt someone's hands on her arms, it was the little girl who was holdin' a gentle breeze of tears in her eyes.

Silence ....

"Please.... don't go mumma", the little girl requested in a sobbin' voice.
The lady replied, "Mumma can't live here anymore. I've to go. Just come along with me my dear."

"What about my younger brother Mumma?", the little girl replied in a choked voice.
The lady remained silent for a while,looked at the 3 year-old baby boy who was sleepin' in the baby cot,and then she replied, "fine!! he's my son. He'll also come along with me!!".
"Shutup!!! they're my kids!!! I won't let you take them away from me!", the man furiously yelled.

"Do you really think that I would ever let you keep my children with you?huh",she gently replied him in a mockin' tone.
"You!!??haaah you?? You're gonna stop me ???who the hell do you think yourself!!!?",the man replied with a smirk on his face.

The lady looked angrily at him and replied, "I'm the one who gave birth to both of them!".
"I totally don't care, don't ever dare to take them along with you!!", the man replied in a serious tone.

She didn't replied to him and picked the baby boy sleepin' in the baby cot and tried to hold the hand of her 7 year-old daughter who was standin' nearby.
At the same moment the man prevented the woman from holdin' the little girl's hand and snatched the baby boy from her hands while pushin' her away.

The man placed the baby boy again in the baby cot and gently pushed his daughter to one side.

Both the man and the lady, were fightin' over their children. They were arguin' over them. Despite the main point of their conflict, now they got another reason for arguin'.

They were arguin' over who's gonna take the children along with themselve. They were simply tryin' to let their opponent down. Maybe both of them love their kids but here the thing wasn't about only their live towards their kids. They were simply usin' their kids to down each other.

They were totally unaware of the emotions of their daughter who kept glancin' back and forth between her mother and father with a little bit of hope.

Tears filled her eyes, and her throat was so dry that she couldn't even make a sound, couldn't call her parents, couldn't ask them not to show pity, couldn't beg them to stay with her and her brother, and couldn't even plead for them to stop the argument.

She just stood there.
She was cryin' silently and was lookin' at her parents with pleadin' eyes.

Gatherin' all her strength, she whispered in a faint tremblin' voice, "Mumma, Baba, Please don't leave me alone. I need you both. Please don't leave...hhh"

Her parents looked at her and then began tryin' to convince her to stay with one of them. Father was tryin' to convince her to choose him meanwhile the mother was also tryin' to convince her to choose her.

Choosing only one of our parents is much more difficult than solving the mystery of the Bermuda Triangle!!

A mother holds Jannah under her feet and a father is the door to Jannah himself.
How can someone choose between the one holds Jannah under her feet and the one who is the door to Jannah himself?

A mother is her child's pride and a father is his child's dignity.
How can someone choose one between their pride and their dignity?

A mother is the first inspiration of her daughter and a father is the first superhero of his daughter.
How can someone choose one between their first inspiration and their first superhero?

A mother is the one who strengthens her children to face the difficulties of the world and a father is the one who protects his children from the evil eyes and bad intentions of the world.
How can someone choose one between the one who gives them the strength to face the difficulties the world throws at them and the one who protects them from the evil eyes and bad intentions of the world?

A person will identified by his/her mother's name on the day of judgement and a person gets identified by his/her father's name in this world.
How can someone choose one between their identity in the hereafter and their identity in this world?

Is it really that easy to choose one of our parents?

The amount of her warm tears increased, her voice completely shut down, her body started tremblin', her lips began to quiver, heartbeat quickened, her eyes grew hazy.
Breathin' became so difficult that the sound of her labored breaths caught her parents' attention.

She was fallin' when her father quickly caught her in his arms.

She had an asthma attack.

When she opened her eyes, both her parents were blamin' each other for their daughter's condition.Even in this situation they were not stoppin' to let each other down.

"Mumma, Baba, please don't leave me alone!", the little girl said in a timid voice.
"We won't leave you, my dear",her parents replied in a united voice.

This brought a satisfied smile on her face.

Asthma is the biggest nightmare for some, yet she was the only one thankful for the asthma attack.
Because it was asthma that resolved the conflict between her parents when even her tears couldn't do that.
She was so happy to see her parents together,but was unaware that this union of her parents was a temporary remedy.

Whatever the case, SHE WAS truly grateful for the asthma attack.
Actually, maybe SHE IS STILL grateful for it.

Day#01 ends here.
SOME THINGS ARE BETTER LEFT INCOMPLETE!!

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