Redemption

33| Ray of Light

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33| A Ray of Light 

Her feet trembled, hands fisted over her tummy as she held the fabric of her shirt firmly trying to hold herself from falling down, from getting weak.

Crossing the empty cold veranda her gaze roamed the surrounding; plain and simple having no such interior to be told, the walls were cemented as if the paint was still to be done on them or as if somebody left it in the middle. There were rooms opening in the veranda, doors were open but inside it was all dark at least what Maya could see from outside.

Suddenly a soft melody strike to her ears and her feet stopped, up till now the only thing she could hear was her own uneven breathing but all of a sudden a male voice had interrupted her thoughts; the voice had a glum in it as if somebody was sad, too sad to bear.

Maya's feet headed into the direction, she knew it was Arabic, it was Quran. Hussain ka Quran, she had thought and all of a sudden the hatred and pain had increased. Maya stopped in the door frame and peaked inside; a big room with matted floor, the mat was torn and shredded. Her gaze wandered and landed on the source of the melodic voice; an old man with a thin but long beard sat there in one corner busy in reciting the book he held all ardently in his hands.

At his back two men were seen, one in prostration one sitting over his bent legs and Maya could see the index of his right hand was lifted up while the rest of the fingers turned inside. Something she had seen Hussain doing. Hussain ki Namaz.

Hatred increased, she gulped the lump down and stepped in her feet started to shake and she felt weak and sick inside.

Dhoka. Fareib. Jhoot. Maya felt every word the man was uttering was laced with a lie. Her heart started to pound as she stepped forward, the man with the raised index was now getting up, he turned found Maya marching in and his forehead wrinkled.

The man with thin but long beard was still in his recitation, as if he hadn't noticed anything, no movement around him, as if all he could feel and notice at the moment was the book he had in his hands, the connection he had with the writer.

"Jhoot bolti hea apki kitaab" And Maya who was holding onto so much burst up as her feet stopped near the man with thin but long beard.

"La haula wila qoowata!" Maya heard the man standing at the back muttering. But Maya didn't care. She was still looking down at the beard man, who was still busy in recitation. "Dhoka diya apk Allah ne mujhy, jhoot bolti hea ye kitab apki, ye darhi apki or jhoot bolta hea islam apka...

"Na'oozu billah! Kon hen ap janab or kis kisam ki wahiyat batein ker rahi hen?" the man at the back had lost all his self control and stepped forward. Maya looked up with wounded eyes. "Na Allah kabhi dhokey mein rakhta hea na ye kitab, ye muqadas kitab hea. Zaban sambhal ker bat kijiye" his index raised.

"itni muqadas hea to de merey sawalon ka jawab" Maya challenged, the man frowned.

"Ap nikaliye yahan se khatoon is se pehley k....

"Shahwaiz!" the man with thin but long beard, for the first time stopped reciting and looked up at the man who was fuming now. Shahwaiz went quiet.He calmly closed the book brought his head closer to the cover touched his forehead down kissed it and got up. Then placing the book over a shelf he turned back to Maya. Still calm and contained.