I don't know how long I stood there outside in verandah, away from the crowd of people.
The cold wind kissing my face,reminding me back to reality.But still I can't get my head into clearity.
Everything was blur.After having enough energy to walk, I move towards the corner of verandah.There he was....
In the lap of grandmother who was trying to soothe him.He was crying hysterically.His beautiful black eyes were pouring tears,his curled eyelashes were all wet from crying.His face holding hundreds of emotions that I can't understand.
How could I forget him, my brother, "The Hero" HUSSNAIN!!!!! Mama used to say his name was an amalgam of Hassan and Hussain.The Prince of Jannah...His proud eyes were full of pain,doomness.His arrogant and cocky face was so broken..so vulnerable.It was totally unusual scenario because my brother was never weak.His face always show his cockiness,his intelligence.He was handsome and he knows it.I was always envious of him.Everyone used to say he is like mama.He indeed holds her blood.
When my mother eyes used to land on him they were always full of pride.His clothes were always flawless, just like him.He was the pride of our family.Unlike me, he held the charm that attracts everyone at one glance.
His creaseless clothes were disoriented,his cheeks red from continuous tears.At that moment I wanted to shout to mother that
"Wake up! LOOK YOURS ONE perfect son is dirty... please change his clothes you always do!!!! You never left him with any spot."
Yet your prince is in pitiable condition.Wakeup!! and Dress him.Dress him like you do everyday.'
He needs that care because you would never see him like this.Your heart would break into pieces seeing him like that. But she didn't answer back.
She doesn't woke up and replied.She was gone to another world.From there,there was no return.
My brother glanced at me trying to communicate with me to share his pain.To be the part of sorrow.
Yet how could I???
Because It was beyond my understanding.Suddenly my Uncle (Chachu) came ,he was the youngest of family : my father last brother.He gave a lollypop to my brother.The orange lolly pop was sparkling.My brother watch with fascination towards it.
He always had a fetish for sweets.Mama especially used to make Gulab jamans and kheer for him.He was pampered always like the cute and only one he was in family.The first child of First son of family, Ahsan Abbasi.
Yes ,he was my father yet I don't know where he was.Since death I haven't seen him.My brother smiled and started licking lollipop.His eyes curled with thick eyelashes were shining with happiness.
This is the thing about children they forget about bad things and start enjoying good things.He was one year older than me.The bossy brother had little idea about the reality like me.Chachu also give one lollipop to me and we both started to enjoy our sweets.Forgetting the people cries,the deadbody on charpayi(bed).Forgetting the sorrows of world because we were in our world.INNOCENT WORLD....
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Cries Behind Smiles
SpiritualHayat's life went upside down after death of her mother.She's pure,innocent and trying to face every difficulty but not giving up. Azaan- feeling soldier's guilt after his comrade is killed during battle.He was depressed and angry until he met Hayat...
