KUN FA'YAKOON

CHAPTER : 7

While beings of light and darkness were planning about the human beings for good or Evil destiny, at that time unaware of all doors Supernatural plans people of the Earth were dreaming swiftly at the last hour of the night. And after sometime with some sign of pre dawn Sky of eastern corner was becoming less darker than the Western corner. Abdul Rahman awoken by the soft sound of his mother's footsteps. She was trying her best not to create noise as she knew about her sons light sleep but he always awakes. There was still a few minutes for 'Fajar's prayer'. He rose from bed and Rushed towards the washroom for 'Ablution'. He was habitual of 'Tahajjud'. Her mother used to sleep less at night due to her age or her past which was still fresh in her mind it appeared like ok ghost at night even in sleep but she was inclined to her memories. She had offered her 'Tahajjud' and was reciting 'Quranic Ayahs', she was wearing a loose long shirt and scarf. Fatima, mother of Abdul Rahman fair, beautiful women in the late fifties, her green eyes were covered with wrinkles, his father's death had affected her strongly, she shed no tear but her heart never remain emptied by Abaad-Ur-Rahman. Abdul Rahman return back from Masjid and he found his mother in the kitchen. She was doing 'Zikr' while making breakfast for her and her son. It was her routine. He passed through the Olive tree which was planted by his father, now it was filled with Green Olives, the same tree under which, his father's death body horse placed last year. He tried to get rid of the flashback of memory and took a deep breath. Enter the kitchen.

Fatima was just seven years old when they first migrated from the land where her family was living since centuries. It was a town of Palestine. She was brought up by fear and unrest. She noticed that her brothers and father in a low voice, used to talk about the dangerous situation of their home land. The horrible evening was still in her memory. His brother was running madly in the street to home. He was with a horrible news, which made him pale. She was playing in the courtyard with her cat, when she saw his brother Mansoor rushing towards home. She came she became frightened when he took her arm and came in the room to her mother. Mother was confused about the situation," What happened Ahmed! Why are you panicking?" She asked. "Mother" Ahmed gasped in pain."Umm..vow to destruction...many towns and cities are destroyed and massacre of Muslim man women and children had even shock the heavens. Zionists attacked yesterday on 'Saf Saf', martyred all men young and old and women and girls were impossible to utter. Her mother asked in tension "why...why..O my Lord, why?" She forgot Ahmed and Fatima. As he was talking to Allah. Fatima hug her in fear,"Maa" she whispered. Her mother shook and took back her balance of mind. She took her in her arms and wiped off her tears. Mansoor was rubbing his palms with each other in grief." These are zionist, these merciless animals had made dirty plan, Maa" he stopped in front of her. They plan to evacuate Palestine from Arabs, it's native Arabs. Why...how they were given permission to come and live in this land. They are usurper. They snatched our home, our motherland and our lives. Ah...maa...ah...how weak and immature ones were our rulers..such cowards.." He was not wrong. Arabs were not united. The foolish ruler had already divided it in small, powerless countries. And above all of it was the unity of its enemies who strengthened each others hand two throw them out of their own homes. Jews... rather Zionists were ready to suck the last drop of Muslim blood for the security of Israel.' That was the filthiest truth of time'. Fatima have heard this sentence many times from her father and brothers. Previous night felt like Demons hell upon a town near their own village. Israel army entered in the town from all sides, they were on tanks and bulldozers to demolish muslim's homes to cross their bodies and souls. They overtook huge buildings of town, kill men mostly and took women and children as hostages, while all of civil world was sleeping in ignorance.

It was the night of decision for her family. Most of the town was awake and anxious. Those Demons were almost at their doors, they were their next target. How could they sleep. They all decided to send their women and children to her maternal family living in a town near West Bank. Her mother, Fatima and her two younger brothers left their home forever. Her brother Mansoor, Ali and father, two uncles and 4 cousins were left behind. Their fear came true, army attacked but they could not took complete control of town, they remained at state of War with Freedom Fighters. Elder brother Mansoor and Waleed took charge of freedom organisation after Shahada of their father, later the younger ones Rayyan and Saad came on front. Generation after generation struggle spreaded like between Pitch Black clouds and rays of sun. Fatima got married with Abdul Rahman their elder son Imaad was shot by a soldier in his early youth. Fatima and her husband took extra care of their younger son Ebaad-ur-Rahman, who was a brilliant student studying in a university. He was now 25 years old.