dear love

CHAPTER # 01. (edited)

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Zehra

Wednesday;
8th-July-2009
07:35am; morning.

I once again checked my room thoroughly. I was so sure I had forgotten something but I couldn't figure out what. I checked every surface in my room twice. I was born like this, so none to blame for my lovely memory. I sometimes forget things completely. As if they never happened or existed.

I'm amnesiac.

In only five minutes, I turned my whole room upside down. But I still couldn't remember what I was forgetting.

Mamma-jaani peeped in through my half opened door. There was no room on floor for her to walk in.

"Zizi, don't tell me you're going to unpack now, just to remember what you've forgotten..." she said in a flat tired tone.

HD too peeped above her head. His height is opposite to mine. He is 196cm, while I am only 143cm. He is taller than anyone I have ever seen.

"Appi just tell me, you coming or not!!! Everyone is waiting for us!! Leave it!! Whatever you're forgetting, just leave it!! I don't have time for this!!!" He scolded me and disappeared from my doorway.

"Haddie is right Zehra. Leave it now. You guys are already late. Everyone is waiting. Leave it forgotten what you've already forgotten." And she too disappeared.

'Now what...?
What if it's something important...?
But they are right. We don't have time...' The most important things were the dairies from which we were gonna recite and mine medicines which were already taken cake of. HD packed them with his luggage himself. Mamma-jaani was right, 'let the forgotten things be forgotten.' Thinking this, I pulled myself out of my room.

After a billion hugs, kisses, prayers and advices from both mamma-jaani and Baba-jaani, me and HD left for agency. My girls were waiting for us there.

Today was 15th of Rajab (the 7th Islamic month). My group was invited to recite in a Millad in China on coming Sunday; 19th of Rajab. I never knew China too had Muslim residents till invitation.
We were leaving for Karachi now. We had some hours' stay there, our flight for China was next day in morning at 6:10am. We all were extremely excited for it. It was our group's third tour out of country. Finally we were progressing. We were getting famous out of country too. In country we were already famous recitors. We were religious (rookie) celebrities.

But what was making us more excited was the news that our fans were already waiting to welcome us at Karachi airport.

Traveling is my favorite thing. But traveling with a bunch of monkeys makes it best. Me and Aisha were always pulling pranks on each other. Mayram was sleeping whole times and Neha and I were the target of jokes that day.

Aisha intentionally emptied her bottle on my leg. So, to avenge my dripping jeans, I put my foot in front of her nose.

"Urgh!! Now I know what you forgot! Changing socks!!" And in a blink, she pulled my sock out of my foot and threw in out on road. It hit the wind-screen of our staff's car, behind us.

"My beloved sock!!!" I animated a mourning shout. "You just wait and watch how I avenge my sock! You 'chiri-maghaz' (sparrow brain)."