Redemption is about so many people, so many emotions but at the end they all just need one thing; salvation and peace. We all do. right? But its hard when a hindu hurts a muslim and and muslim fights a hindu, things go complicated more than they oug...
I know it isn't Tuesday, actually a very intelligent reader reminded me about how busy I will be on THIS Tuesday coz its going to be Eid Inn Shaa Allah! So to avoid the inconvenience here is an early update :)
Beware! Hussain's reaction ahead :D
13| Trapped Again?
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Shehry
"Zamaan took her from the store tent to some God forsaken place and we all thought she was dead...."
"What?!" Hussain exclaimed in disbelief, I wasn't shocked at his reaction I was actually preparing my self for the coming ones, for the worse ones.
"How can you do that Shehry! I mean you are a mature sensible person you should have acted sensibly. Why didn't you go yourself for checking if the door was unlocked or not?" he bombarded me with a hell of scoldings and I shook my head as I had nothing to say in my defense. Yes! It was my fault.
I didn't tell him about what that evil did to her, I don't know why but my tongue couldn't repeat those horrible words.
"Bus chal pari thi yar" I knew it was the damn shit explanation, Hussain gawked my face still not believing. "Seriously?! Bus nahee tera damagh chal para tha Saley!" he shot me a look before shaking his head disapprovingly.
"But was she really dead? And how is it all connected with Kashmir? Why did you go there?" he asked as I remained quiet, looking down at the paper in my hand, a part of me was trying to stop all this, trying to convince me to not let him know but, I knew that part was wrong! I knew I had to face this.
"After a couple of days when I was blaming myself for Maya's death I got this" I finally managed to extend the letter towards Hussain who frowned down at my hand. "Promise me you will read it rationally and won't freak out" I spoke my hope out a loud, and his frown deepened.
"What is this?"
"Read" I handed him the paper.
Hussain looked down holding it, still with a frown and started to read. There was silence. Utmost silence. I knew exactly what was coming.
Toofan se pehley ki khamoshi. Sounds cliché, but I couldn't explain the situation in better words.
I was searching his expressions closely when suddenly the frown on his forehead faded and he blinked his eyes down at the paper, his face had disbelief and slowly tints of pain and anger spread across and his jaws went tensed.
He looked up at me. "Kia mazak hea ye?" and almost threw the paper at my face.
Hussain
Blood boiled in my veins as I read the damn thing, rage overpowered the pain oozing from my heart. I felt like smacking the paper right in his face. "Kia mazak hai ye?"
