Lost and Found

Chapter 31

Sleepless nights and wandering thoughts seems to be my companion now, in the mid of the night when sleep is faraway from my wide awake mind I sit in the balcony under the moonlight where the late night breeze is hitting me and the sleeping city is allowing me to think about anything and everything without getting disturb. Looking at the dark sky adorned with diamond like stars I thought about the dream I had few hours ago. A part of me was anxious while a part of me was at peace maybe because I saw my father, I saw my mother happily enjoying her time with Wali or maybe the first time in past two weeks I haven't woken up with my face covered with sweat beads because of a horrible nightmare which had caused me to weep when no one was there to hold me. Or when he wasn't there to hold me.

Allah gave us a life to live and filled our story with different kind of people and made us a part of their story, some are here to stay with us for a long time while some spend just few minutes and others just few seconds but even then everyone of them give our life different colors some our lighter while some our darker shades, some brighten up our days while other becomes the reason of the dullness but one way or another every single one of them shape us in a person we are now or we will be in future. And in the same manner Wali came into my life a long time ago, seven years ago he helped me become the woman who could stand up for herself, who can confidently fought for herself, I thought his action which weren't exactly his but the people he thought were his friends; broke me and hurt me yet made me stand back on my feet and help me in defending the right not only by my voice but my deeds, and now seven year later the same person entered my life again and this time he changed it again but in a whole lot different way, he made me believe in the bright colors of our life, he made me seek happiness in every little thing, he made me love myself and respect myself and this time he made me much more stronger. This time he led me back home. He brought me close to Allah in ways he doesn't know and that's the most beautiful thing that in past one month I became closer to Allah and whenever I close my eyes now instead of remembering how hard my life is I call him in silence, ask him to ease this hardship I am suffering from.

I remember when I was little my mother and I were used to make breakfast every Sunday morning together, I wouldn't be much of a help but I would still stay in the kitchen watching her making baba's favorite things for breakfast while telling me different stories and at the end of those stories she would explain me the moral hidden behind them. Everyone of those stories were of different prophets facing different hardships and sometimes stories of different sahaba-e-ikram who went through different troubles all their life. One day I asked her why do all the good people had tough time when they were always working for the betterment of others, spreading the message of Allah and never did anything wrong? She smiled and said 'Beti, they were no doubt the best among us yet Allah tested them because Allah wanted other people to know that everyone of us is equal and isn't that a big lesson for us? When people like them can be tested in much harder ways than us so why do we complain rather than being thankful and asking help from Allah? Always remember Khadija, Allah test those whom he knows will succeed!'

I wiped the tear from my cheek and got up when I heard my phone ringing. Walking inside the bedroom I picked up my cellphone which was placed on the coffee table as my eyes read the caller ID my heart sipped a beat, Sabih, Ya Allah!

"Asalam O Alikum," I picked up the call with a drumming heart.

"Bhabi?" His voice was alarming yet excited.

"Sabih khairyat hay?" (Sabih is everything okay?) I asked, nervousness was getting the better of me.

"Bhabi he woke up--"

"Ya Allah! Ya Allah tera shukar! Sabih we are coming! Thank you! thank you so much!" I replied in a haste, a rush of new energy filled my system, my face was already wet with tears of gratitude, I didn't hear what Sabih replied but shutting my phone I picked up my dupatta from the carpet and wrapping it around my head I ran out of the room towards mama's room.