Minha's Shahmeer

CHAPTER 50

Shahmeer Mirza
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It was around three thirty at night when Shahmeer entered into the mosque, finding himself alone in the stillness of the night. The quiet atmosphere of the mosque brought a sense of peace to his troubled mind. Every fiber of his being trembled as he watched the doctor administer shocks to Minha, tears streaming down on his face like a child in distress.

The doctor managed to stabilize her, but the next twenty hours were critical as she had lost a significant amount of blood. The search for a blood donor was underway, and Shahmeer hoped fervently that they would find a match on time.

The thought of losing Minha was unbearable to him; she had become his everything. The depth of his love for her was unlike anything he had ever experienced before. Her smile had the power to brighten his day, and the mere thought of losing her threatened to extinguish the light in his life.

He realized that he needed Minha as much as he needed air to breath.

He made his way further into the masjid, the peaceful atmosphere enveloping him as he walked with purpose towards the wudu khana to perform his wudu. The sound of his footsteps echoed softly in the quiet hall, the only other noise being the gentle trickling of water as he washed his face, arms and feet. The chill of the November night seeped into his bones as he splashed the cold water on his skin, but he paid no mind, his focus solely on his purification before prayer.

After performing wudu, Shahmeer went and sat down to pray. The full moon was shining brightly in the dark sky, with stars scattered all around. The entire sky bore witness to Shahmeer's tears as he cried during his prayer.

His painful sobs echoed through the silent walls of masjid, filled with agony and desperation. With a trembling voice, he pleaded with Allah to spare her life and ensure her safety. He fought with his emotions, praying fervently for her to return to him. Each tear that fell from his eyes carried with it a piece of his shattered soul, longing for a miracle to bring Minha back to him. The weight of his emotions hung heavily in the air, as he surrendered himself to the mercy of Allah, knowing that only he could grant him solace in this time of need.

As Shahmeer's prayers filled the masjid, the walls seemed to resonate with the intensity of his emotions. The moon and the stars above bore witness to his pain, shining down like a beacon of hope in the darkness of his despair. And in that moment, Shahmeer's faith and love for Minha transcended all boundaries, as he poured his heart out in prayer, seeking miracle to reunite them once again.

"Ya Allah, us...usse bachale, uske bagair main nahi jee sakta. Woh meri mohabbat, meri zingadi hai. Main...Main tujhse meri zindagi ki beekh mangta hoon. Usse bachale, usse sehat o hayat de. Tu rehman o rahim hai, mujh par reham kar aur uski jaan baksh de", Shahmeer cried out, his hands raised in dua, tears streaming down his face like a river. His body shook with the intensity of his sobs and cries.

"Tu ne meri duaein qubool ki, use meri zindagi main le aaya, mera naseeb bana kar. Ab uski aadat hogayi hai, toh woh hospital main padhi zindagi aur maut ke beech lad rahi hai. Use baksh de, use bachale, ya rabb. Meri dua qubool kar le, ya Allah. Iss na cheez ki dua par kun farmade", he begged, his head bowed down in sajda, his body wracked with sobs.

His painful cries and begging filled the surroundings of the masjid. The calmness was now permeated by his heart-wrenching cries, his voice echoing in the stillness of the night.

Ya Allah use bachale

Ya Allah, meri mohabbat mujhe bohot azeez hai, usse hamesha apni hifz o amaan mein rakhna

Ya Allah protect her

Ya Allah please unite us.

Ya Allah pak, ya mere maula use mujhse mat cheen