The Blue Eyes

A Big Hell!!

Date: 15/06/2020

The Blue Eyes (Rifa Fathma)

Episode 1:

A Big Hell!!

Kis raah me jaana humko zindagi ke baad?
Kya laut kar aana bhi hai Aawargi ke baad?
Rab chaahta uski bas ham bandagi karein
Ham kar bhi kya sakte hain uski bandagi ke baad

~Maira Sulaiman.

TRANSLATION:

Which route shall I take after the end of my life's journey?
Am I even supposed to turn back after embracing wanderlust?
God Wants us to establish our sole worship for him
And we can't even think beyond worshipped him.

~Maira Sulaiman

Islamabad is the most glamorous city and Capital of Pakistan. Highly clean with lush green Mountains and tranquillity makes Islamabad one of the Worlds best Capital.

The sun was relaxing alone, glowing luminously, scanning one of the tallest buildings of Islamabad, which was blazing proudly under the sun.

The sun's glints made their way towards a balcony and peeked into the room. A girl was sitting in her room, jotting down something in her diary (above poetry). Her delicate, silky hair was tied up into a ponytail and some of the curls were smooching her tanned cheeks. Her soft lips curled up into a smile as her big, black eyes scanned the freshly written poetry.

Whenever she felt miserable or lonesome, she seized her diary and began writing any poetry that came to her mind.

She was a 22-year-old pretty girl with long, silky, black hair and big black eyes.

People envy her for her unpredictable beauty. Her life has been tough. No one was there for her when she needed help when she wanted to cry her heart out. She placed all her feelings into those poetries. She was a strong girl. She didn't want anyone to support her, to give their shoulder for her to cry. Because Allah was there for her.

The sound of the Azan, being called from a nearby mosque, made her lift her head. The clock was showing 12.45 p.m.

She hastily closed her diary and kept it on the writing-table situated just beside her bed.

After making ablution, she stepped out of the washroom. She opened her wardrobe to take the prayer mat. Beside the prayer mat, a black coloured cloth was kept neatly which of course was her Abaya. She took it in her hands and traced her fingers on it. A smile made its way across her lips as the scene played in her mind.

TEN YEARS AGO...

16 days had been passed since her being attended her age (puberty). She was not going out for the past 16 days as she didn't get the Abaya, which she was asking so desperately. Her mother didn't wear Abaya neither did her sister. They didn't like to cover their body with Abaya to protect themselves from the evil eyes of men.

But for her, Abaya was everything. She could go beyond limits to achieve Abaya. But, she was restricted to do so.