Qubool Hai? (unedited)

PTSD!

PTSD? Any guesses? No?
So here, let me tell you what is PTSD!

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"Hel....ugh.. Bbhhjddgh aah..ahah."
She was panting heavily, without knowing where she was. Her hands making up-down motions and legs too.

Inhaling air heavily like she was suffocating from something, she continued panting again..

"A..Abb..ughh______"
For few minutes she lacked her audibility..

After a while she screemed huskily..
"Razaa_Sav_uhh__Me__Abbu..!!"

She finally cried out loudly still inhaling havily the air surrounding her like if she doesn't take it inside her lungs, she would die of suffocation and lack of oxygen level in her body.

Nita heard her scream while she was passing by her room. She burst open her door and saw her screaming like maniac, she was throughing her hands and legs in different directions in a way that look like she was fighting with someone for her life. Neeta rushed towards her and called out her name; but she never heard her voice rather she continued her panting and hands throughing task.

Hearing all these voices, her parents reached her room to find out why she was screaming like that.
Paleness spread their faces when they spotted her lying on her bed and doing all this. They both shared a look which they understand much better.
They knew her past was haunting her again, her mother rushed to her and tried to wake her up; shrugging her body placing both her hands either sides of her sholders.

Suddenly, she opened her eyes and jolt out of her traumic dream. Her face was colourless, every cell leaking heavy sweat. Her mother tried to wipe some drops of sweat from her forehead with her drape; still she was panting hard. Mrs. Khan hugged her daughter tightly giving her some assurance but Jannat was still unconscious, she wasn't moving even a single muscle of her body. Suddenly she got fainted and all her body weight fall on her mother. The lady who was her mother hold her there only and felt hot tears making their way out of her adorable eye orbs.

They called their family doctor who was treating 'Jannat' during her childhood for the same traumic attacks.

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"See Mr. and Mrs. Khan i had already warned both of you about this! If you are not able to keep her away from all those things and people or memories of that incident then, her trauma will come back again and you could see that happened, what we were fearing of, she.."

"But doctor, we didn't had any choice! She was well from past years so we thought her trauma is over now and we had to tell her all that.. Now please.. give us some other way to get her out of these traumic conditions?"

"Hm...Mr. Khan now.."
She started hesitatedly scratching her forehead.

"Yeah tell us please.. Is there other way? Don't hesitate, we'll do anything for our child"
Mr. Khan asked the doctor for any other solution to their situation.

"There is.. only one way now! She have to face her fears! Let her face everything alone, if she over came from her trauma then.. only then we could have some expectation and hope of her to recover from PTSD!"
Doctor explained the only way to her problem.

"But doctor.. you already know her situation, how this would be possible? And if in case she didn't over come her trauma, then?"
Mr. Khan asked the doctor worriedly; afterall it's a critical moment for his daughter.

"Sir this is the only solution to your problem and you too are aware of this that she can't live with this fear for life long! If circumstances are giving us such a solution then why not try it out, afterall miracle happens when we take risks! She is strong enough i believe she can do this and rest is up to Allah!"
She told every critical point related and assured both of them that their daughter will be alright and she has the veins to over come her fear and the worst.

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Doctor remind and conveyed some more vital information regarding their daughter's health and conditions, so that they could take necessary action when needed.
After escorting the Doctor out of their home, Mr. Khan stood near her bed staring at his daughter's flimsy frame lying on the bed. A little wetness formed inside his eyes.

'The man felt boneless seeing his daughter in such conditions, he felt restless as he can't do anything for his precious pearl of his heart b'cz his hands were bind with the contract which was made between his father and his uncle, making him feel useless and ashamed of himself.'

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