Two Months Later
Just two hours of sleep and now I was wide awake because of another nightmare, when I thought I might just be free from them I am being pushed in the same mud all over again but the difference is instead of seeing the girl I caused so much pain, I see the man who had been the reason of torture for both me and my mother and now it seems like these nightmares doesn't make sense anymore they are so muddled up but again I wake up with sweaty hands and a shaking body almost every other night, the sudden vibration from beside me and then a loud alarm was my cue to get up, turning it off I got out of bed and after getting fresh and performing tahajud I walked out of my room, the apartment was still filled with darkness so turning on some lights and making sure Sabih and Jameel baba were awake I went to the kitchen, it's been ten days that Ramadan had started and every morning we have same schedule, I wake the rest of them and after sahari (suhoor) the three of us go to masjid for Fajar. The best thing about being in Pakistan is; masjid is always near to the place you are staying and instead of alarms for namaz, we are regularly called by imam sahib himself, we can listen to the regular call instead of recorded alarms.
"How do you wake up before me every single day?" Sabih entered the kitchen grumbling .
"Because unlike a lot of people I don't ignore my blaring alarm." I shrugged.
"Whatever," he said taking a cup of strong black coffee while passing me another one and we both sat down on the table while Jameel baba was busy preparing parathas. "No matter how much control we Pakistanis do but sahari without parathas? Just can't do that!" He chuckled once Jameel baba brought his plate and I nodded with a grin.
The rest of the sahari was of discussion from work to the latest football match and then how I defeated him in the video game because obviously he is never going to admit his defeat but he loses every single time and I am an undefeated champion!
"You are not an undefeated champion! Just because I got a call and you won it never means that you are a champion!" ignoring the fact that I spoke my thoughts out loud I shook my head and replied; "It's better to admit than get embarrassed again." With that I ignored his continuous cries and went towards my bedroom to get the medicines. Every night after taraweeh the two of us either play Fifa or even NFS, he is a bit crazy fan of all video games and out of all his collection I just play three of them whenever I am free enough so we have made a routine of spending one hour without cell phone and office files and emails sitting on a bean bag screaming like teenager boys but I won't deny the fun. Gulping in seven different pills I sat back resting my head on the head board and closed my eyes while rubbing my temples. It's been two months since the last severe attack I had but since then I feel the pain every day it's not that bad but it's still there, a cruel reminder and every time I close my eyes I see him smirking. From somewhere far away the first call for all of us were made and silently listening to it and absorbing the meaning of each word I also prepared myself to answer it.
Another thing absolutely amazing about Ramazan is that in even Fajar our masjids are still filled up with people from every age group and praying in a group with such enthusiasm is a fun in itself. After we all were done with namaz and when people start leaving I stayed behind and decided to read Quran here instead of home and listen to a bit of discussion they do every Sunday after Fajar. So taking a place in a corner I sat and started reading from where I left last night, I was still reading when someone approached me and looking at them I found imam sahib looking at me and I quickly stood up to meet him,
"Asalam O Alikum," I said greeting him and shaking his hands.
"Walikum As Salam, we were starting our daily class there so I thought if you would like to come and sit with us?" he asked smiling at me and I quickly nodded; "I would love that." So following him I sat among the group which were only of elderly people and one or two of them were younger but still older than me. Soon imam sahib started and today's topic was shukar (gratitude);
"Asalam O Alikum to all my brothers and friends," imam sahib began once he sat, he had a vibrant smile and his face was one of the most refreshing and lively one, his voice was full of energy making the rest of us forget about our Sunday morning sleep and listen to him, some people have this charisma in them and he was full of that charisma. "It's good to see you all again this week, though last Sunday we discussed about the First Ashra (first ten days of Ramazan) of Ramazan, rehmat or mercy no matter what you call it so I decided that this week we continue it from there only, in this ashra we ask for Allah's mercy, for his kindness and what better way to ask his kindness is other than being thankful for it, being grateful for what he had bestowed upon us, even those hard times which are the reason of some of our happiness. Allah Subahnu Tallah in surah Luqman remind us "And whoever is grateful, he is only grateful for the benefit of his ownself" (Luqman 31:12) and then in surah Al-Baqrah Allah Tallah said "For surely if it was not for the Grace of God on you and His mercy, you would have been among losers" (Al-Baqrah 2:64)
"So brothers we see that thanking Allah, being grateful to him have always been a reason to success and for a momin the biggest success is Allah's mercy and forgiveness, no doubt all of us have some problems, your might be bigger than mine, the person sitting beside you might have issues bigger than yours, some of us have family issues, others have financial issue, some of you might have health issues as well, all of our problems are making chaos in our life BUT then again Allah never burdens a soul more than it can bear so along when you ask for his mercy this year, when you call him to shower his blessing upon don't forget for those good times he had given you, for all that blessings he had already blessed us with...."
The discussion with imam sahib ended after an hour and the time I got back to the apartment the sun was already out and as I was sure that others are already sleeping I made my way to my room and laid back down but the continuous flash of my cell phone keep disturbing me, at first when I thought to ignore it but then I picked it up and checked the notification, there were almost ten missed call from an unknown number, the number was local but now I was in continuous conflicted thoughts either to call on the number back or sleep, as the number I was using was my personal number I use back home and as I didn't bought any new sim card in Pakistan and whoever was calling me knew me and the ten missed calls were sign of an emergency, and it indeed was. I was still thinking and was in doubt when the phone started ringing again so after waiting for couple of seconds I picked up the call,
"Wali Bhai?"
"Yes, who is this?"
"Talha, Irtiza's cousin! Wali bhai I got your number through Irtiza there is an emergency so I thought—"
"What Talha?" suddenly all my dizziness was gone, emergency? School!
"Wali bhai, basically this new Chaudhry and his sons are making a chaos in the area again, the place where the school and the dispensary is built they have cut the electricity supply, though I have talked to the care taker but it seems like everyone in the town is scared of him, he has support of a very strong political party and he is using it against the people! So I thought before informing Irtiza I should inform you!"
"You did right! Don't inform Irtiza he can't leave bhabi in this condition right now, we'll handle it. Just tell me what his demands are?"
"Wali bhai..." Talha hesitated and I knew something big is coming.
"Talha speak up!"
"Wali bhai he knew that it's yours and Irtiza's project and that you both—"
"Don't beat around the bush, Talha!"
"He demands money and a major amount so then he'll let us have the land and will let the kids study—"
"Or?"
"Or he'll start using kids and he has basically black mailed for abusing girls and blaming it on us."
"Ya Allah! Okay don't worry I am coming back to Karachi and then we'll go together and In Shaa Allah it will all be fine." I convince myself more than him.
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