Redemption

40| Reminiscence

Assalam-o-Alaikum!

The longest wait you guys had to do in the history of Redemption I guess :-p So here it is, the wait is over :)

Shehry is back by the way ;)

40| Reminiscence

Ayesha

Log chaley jatey hen pata nai tab he q humein unki ehmiyat ka ahsas hota hea?

Maa baap zinda hon to qadar nai aati, chor ker chale jaen to pata lagta hea k khazana he lutt gaya... berbaad ho gaye, kuch nai bacha. 

I stood by the door, Fatima's room and the strange yet familiar voice kept ringing at the back of my head, his words had something I couldn't name but it was there, a trance a spell binding my senses to obey them... every one of them. So this is the reason my sister was crazy after his books, his words.... enchanting, captivating. 

I looked down at Fatima's cell phone and then knocked on her door, no reply.

"Faty it me" still no reply.

I slowly pushed the door back and looked inside, she wasn't there but as I stepped inside I could hear water splashing. I looked at the bathroom's closed door. Her room was as always messy, a total disaster; bed cover crumbled, quilt falling half on carpet, pillow cover distorted and last night's big Mac's box was still on her side table. I rolled my eyes in extreme irritation, I dunno how this girl could even bear such nuisance around her.

I stepped forward and stopped near the door. "Faty am leaving" I dunno why but I informed with a slight knock, the water splashing stopped at once. "Am leaving" I repeated, looking down at the cell phone. I dunno I had hardly cried in life but today as if I wanted to... cry rivers in front of anyone, Faty or maybe Chachoo, or .... Daddy?

"Then leave, why are here telling me this? As if you care!" I got her curt reply, her tone harsh and dry.... So unusual of my sister, doesn't matter how rude I behave with her, or how much I shoo her away she would always be the I follow you kinda sister. But today her words were stabbing me.

"I just..." I looked down at her phone. "came to return your phone".

"Ahsan hai apka...... bari behen hone ka haq adaa ker diya apne, ub ap jaiye werna ek moti, badsoorat or nihayat he bekaar choti behen ki waja se apki important flight miss ho jaye gi" and with that the water started to splash again, louder this time. I just stood there for a few silent moments trying to reflect upon what she has said and why she has said so.

I turned, held onto my tears and looked around purposelessly. I felt how difficult it becomes to breath when you are holding onto your tears and hiccups.

My gaze landed onto the flooding book shelf in one corner. So many books, she called them her friends maybe because I could never become one for her.

I stepped closer placed her cell phone there and looked at the piles of books; Journey to Hell, No forwards, Catching up Breaths, In Ruins, Greater Good..... my fingers moved back to the previous book and I picked it up; shadow of a mountain, dark horizon and a girl's silhouette, the cover was catchy I liked it, maybe cox it somehow reflected my life. The author's name was there at the bottom Haider Hussain.

Suddenly the voice from last night started to ring again in my ears.

I looked back at the door and informed "Am taking one of your books Faty. I hope you won't mind"

Mominah |Kashmir

"Haider please come back home beta, you are running after a mirage. Stop it before this illusion ends and the reality hurts you" I was holding the phone close to my ear as I spoke, I could hear him breathing evenly at the other end and I felt a sudden void, I wanted him right there in front of my eyes. It had been long since he wasn't here and home wasn't home without him.