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Epilogue
Loneliness. Solitude. Silence. Memories.
These things have kept her company through the two years. These things have became her best friends.
It was so hard to live all alone and think about the old times. But Falak knew it was all worth it. It really was worth it.
Somehow the two years have passed.
Falak still works in Army Public School as that keeps her mind occupied.
After such a long time, the time has arrived. Her son's passing out ceremony. Haider is finally becoming a Pakistan Army Officer. Falak can not be more happy.
The training in Pakistan Military Academy was tough. It pushed the cadets to their limits. They now look forward to the passing out ceremony where their families will come see them.
Haider's dada (paternal grandfather) is too old to travel all the way, hence only Falak goes. She arrives a day earlier and stays in a guest house, eager for the next day.
There is such a marvellous parade of the cadets. Falak totally fells in love with the part where they correct their lines. It is truly amazing. Seeing her son there brings the memories of all the years back to her. The good, the bad. The happy, the sad.
When Haider receives the sword of honour, she nearly faints from happiness. Tears of joy make their way out of her eyes. Her vision becomes blurry and she wipes her tears in order to see light of her eyes. Her son.
Once the parade is over and Falak is waiting for Haider, he comes and stands in front of her in soldier stance. He salutes her and takes off his cap, placing it on his mother's head.
Behind Haider Falak sees Faaris in a glowing white shalwar kameez (national dress of Pakistan). He looks handsome as always. Faaris nods at her in approval. Like he is happy about the way she raised their son. Straightening her back, her head held high, she nods back at him. For the first time not bursting into tears.
Falak takes off the cap, her dupatta falling off her head revealing her graying hair. Age hands it to Haider who puts an arm around her.
"Your Baba must be so proud of you.'' She told him.
"Maybe. But I'm not doing this for him. I'm doing this for Pakistan." He replies. Falak has tears in her eyes.
"It is the way it should be." Her voice cracks.
"I was inspired by the best and I learned from the best." He says, wiping her tears.
Falak smiles.
With his arm around Falak's small frame, Haider and his mother walk away together. Both happy, both content.
****
Seven years later;
"What a night!'' Haider exclaims dropping himself on the bed. He was in his grandfather's house and so was his mother. For a very special reason.
"I was the one in three inch heels, major." His wife replies popping down beside him.
"I'm still tired, you know." Haider tells her, taking her hand in his.
"You're too lazy. And to think you're in the Army. Fatty." She replies, closing her eyes.
"Sehr, my dear?"
"Yes?"
"A word of advice. You don't try your best to insult your husband on the night of your walima."
"Noted. But it's too late." Haider rolls his eyes.
A silence falls between them.
They were perfect for each other. Haider was really glad his new wife wasn't a shy one. That would have been too awkward.
"You looked really beautiful tonight." He complimented her.
She was wearing a beige/golden gown with some delicate work. Her shiffon dupatta was neatly set on her long, slightly curly, light brown hair and she wore light, natural make-up.
"Thank you. You were very handsome. A little too much." Sehr says in return.
"How come?''
''My phupo's (paternal aunt) daughter. She was like 'OhEmGee! Sehr, you lucky girl. He is ... I can't even... I wish I get an army officer!'" Sehr made a face as she recalled.
"So you were jealous?" Haider asks her smugly.
"Jealous? As if! Some crazy girl finds you attactive. Big deal." His wife answers.
Haider doesn't reply but kisses her hand.
"Why don't you go change?" He says, "I'll help you if you have some problem with the zipper." He wiggles his eyebrows at her.
"I'm very much capable of reaching my own zipper. Thank you very much." Sehr gets up and enters the adjoined bathroom.
A few minutes later she comes out again. A big scowl on her face.
"My hair are stuck in my zipper." She points at her back, "No need for a remark. Just do it."
Haider laughs out loud and makes his way to her. His hands shake from his laughter and Sehr can't help but join him.
Once he is done, she enters the bathroom again, leaving him with his thoughts.
The couple is perfect. They compliment each other in every way.
Haider couldn't be happier that day and looked forward to the night of endless talking to Sehr.
Knowing her wit, he thought,
This is going to be a long night.
And it was.
****
Well then... His Land Called is done! Honestly, this book really has taken a piece of my heart!
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His Land Called
Spiritual-Complete- He was her guide, And she was his darling. He was her rock, And she was his home. He was her ease, And she was his joy. He was her love, And she was his world, But he was a man with a duty, And he had to answer when his land called. ▪•▪•...
