Chapter 8

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Haya ne gahr aker sabse phele namaz pari, ab woh yeh soch rhi thi ke akhir uski dadi usse kyun naraz hain. Woh har dosray din uske khuwab mein ajati thin.
Is tention ke sath sath ab woh us larkay ki bhi tebtion honay lagi thi Haya ko.
Woh namaz pwr ker dua hi mang rahi thi ke uske phone per ghanti baje,"Hello! Kon?"
"Arish, Arish Malik."
"Aap jo koi bhi hain mujhe isse koi gharz nahi, yeh btayein meri jaan chornay ka kya lein gay."
"Bus ek mulaqat." Yeh bol ker Arish Malik ne phone kant diya. Kab kahan kaisay milna hai yeh btaye baghir. Haya usse milna tw chati thi lekin usse dar bhi lag raha tha ke akhir woh kon hai aur kyun uske peche par gaya hai.
Raat kafi ho chuki thi Haya sonay ke liye lait gaye. Thori dair karwatain badalnay ke bad woh bistar se uth gye. Usko nend nahi arhi thi. Usne apni ammi ki di hoyi kitaab uthaye.
"Emaan walon se keh do ke apni nigahain nechi rakhain aur apni sharam gahhon ko hifazat kerain is mein in ke liye pakeezge hai. Beshuk Allah Talah ko khabr hai is ko jo kuch woh kerte hain." (Al-Quran:Surah Al-Noor)
Haya ko yeh perh ker rona ajata hai, " Mein kyun itni gir gaye hon, mainay dupata tak orna chordiya hai lekin yeh tw zyati hai sari pabandiyan hum aurtoon per hi kyun hain, Allah mardon per koi pabandi nahi lagata kya unka farz nhi ke woh aurtoon ko respect kerain, woh na dekhain apni gandi nazroon se." Ab uski ankhain nend mein doob chuki hoti hain, woh sonay ke liye lait jati hai.

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