Miracle Christmas

Chapter One- Miracle in the Church.

"Jesus! This church is full of bulbs today of different colors blinking and blinking and blinking. They are lightening up the hall so beautifully. In intervals it gets a little dark too and that doesn't really look good. It has no color nothing good at all. It scares me. Though it gets dark for such a less time but I get more of it always. Because I have been living in darkness since my childhood. The bulbs of my life never blinked colorfully. I got to send my mom to your place, my dad set out for you leaving me alone, completely alone. I cried, I did. People said cry out your pain, cry more, I did. Then last Christmas I realized the pain is all in my heart, not in my eyes, I need to cry out blood, I tried and failed. You know I needed someone by my side, I got one but not by my side, too ahead of me standing by someone else's side. Yesterday she hugged me not with love but with a bye and that hurt. Wait. Don't get bored. I want to tell you everything that happened yesterday, everything that is happening with me. Jesus, I have no one but only you to share everything. I don't wait for Christmas to celebrate. I wait for you to appear, I wait for miracle. This time don't disappoint me. So I was telling.. " Azam was standing on his knees and his hands bound with each other praying, complaining and confessing to Jesus and suddenly someone interrupted.

"My Son! Miracle happens and it will happen until I finish this sentence, I am here" Said someone so softly stretching and contracting words from behind.

The church was empty. It was 4 am morning of 24 Dec 2014. This was the time every year Azam used to visit church and talk to God. He has always got through problems and has never found a permanent reason to be happy. He believed in God and knew that he would be the happiest one day and would feel blessed. That day he was more confident. The church was beautifully decorated by the natives for Christmas. The red benches on the sparkling golden floor looked so beautiful. Dark coloured paintings by local artist on the walls were carrying deep messages. The hollow dome above was amazing as it was made of glasses in a rainbow coloured design. Only thing that was not looking attractive in the Church was Azam's face. He was down in mouth.

After Azam heard that voice, he suddenly turned into a rock, thoughtless and still. He turned back after a while. There was a girl sitting on the first bench wearing a long toe length red frock. Her frock had too many flower prints of varied light colours. She was wearing a thin crown on her head shining like a diamond. But he couldn't see these all. Azam's eyes stuck on her angelic face. His eyeballs stared the forehead and then going through her medium sized perfectly carved nose stopped at her charming smile. Those slim wavy lips were not curved broadly into smile but that smirk was enough to take over any guy's beats. She looked like the first ray of the dawn that was falling that time on the red bench of that Church. Her face was as bright as the face of Jesus. Azam couldn't handle himself watching that heavenly face of that fella and he stood still on his knees with his hands bound together kept on his chest as if trying to decrease the rate of his heart beat.

"Heyy! Stop being an idiot. This is not miracle. I am a human like you. Don't give me such shocking looks" Spoke the softest vocal cords.

He was still not calmed. He was still like a statue.

"Flinch! Please!" Requested the lovely lady.

Azam listened to nothing. He was deeply involved in watching her.

The girl stood up from the bench and walked towards him. She sat afore him on her one knee and then held his chin with her hand. She shook his head and shouted "get out of your bloody artistry which is showing me as a miracle, i am else of a dilemma"

Azam blinked and shouted back "Miracle! Miracle! Miracle! Jesus! Miracle"

This was not soothing to the girl in white frock. She was having a cold feet. She stood up and walked away from Azam.

"Look Man! I am s. s. sorry. I am a human being and I am new in this town. I couldn't sleep and I live nearby to this church so I thought of visiting here as I could see the beautiful decorations from my home. This is not miracle. Don't get mad. Oops! I mean don't get... I mean I hope you understand what I am trying to say. I am really scared." The girl hesitatingly said this and took a deep breathe.

Azam started laughing loudly.

The girl was stunned and in a fearful voice she asked "why...why are you laughing?"

"You can mock at my confession and i can't even make a fool out of you?" Azam laughed so hard.

Gorgeousness was dumbfounded.

He was continuously laughing at her. She kept silent for a minute and then spoke "come nearer"

He walked and stood closer to her. She punched in her stomach and ran away.

'Ouch!" he exclaimed.

She went to the exit door of the church and screamed "Merry Christmas!"

"Jesus saw you hitting me in the Church. You're not safe. And yeah listen better you wish me Miracle Christmas" He was smiling.

She laughed. "Haha! Okay then. Miracle Christmas. I hope helpful miracle happen to you next year. I wish you the best"

"Thank you Beautiful and whats your name?"

"I am Miracle" She chuckled.

She left. He turned back to Jesus with an unending smile.

"So I Was Telling.. I Was Saying That My.. Oh No! Did i forget everything i wanted to say. God! Miracle. Miracle. I forgot my worries. haha! I am smiling. Well! Thank you for showing me the face of an angel. Not disappointed this time. Jesus! Bye! Leaving town for work so lets meet next year, same time and the same place."

Azam left the church clamoring "miracle..miracle" and laughing.

Written by
Mubashshir Azam (mubsh)
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