The POWER She Chased

6:Exertion of my audacity.

"Salma..wah doll meri hei..muje deejiye..."
(that doll is mine..give me)
I was constantly pleading to my friend while playing outside. A bour ago Baapu left to town commanding me to have an eye on Thahir. I was significantly upholding my duty. Anara di was busy at household works. Dinky turned 2 years by last month. He was roaming directionless throughout the frontyard chirping in his own language.

I quitted the game  after messing up with Salma and swooped on the floor, face digged down, ears burning with rage. Fortunately my eyes landed on a slender man entering through the gate. He was costumed a torn black  kurta and a cap revealing his belongingness in Islam. He had a jute bag hung on his right shoulder. Inshort, figured like a begger! I felt compassion and critisized myself for being rude all the time. 'Look at me, how blessed Iam' ,I claimed to myself pocked with guilty.

I hurried inside to hand him anything as a charity and came back with handfull of coin collection with happiness of self-contentment.

'If someone pretend to help a poor,the Almighty save him from an awaiten hazards..'

The holy words ran through my consciousness. I gazed till infinity but saw no hint of the man. Determining that something is alarming. I preffered to have a hunt on. Suddenly I paused seeing the begger, now no pitty look on his eyes but cruelty floating in it. He was regorously trying to zip dinky's tiny lips which were tending to sream aloud. Subhanallah!!

Half-consciously my legs staggered to reach him. As soon as I did, my little pointy teeth punched on his hands. Helpless man! Hawled and let his hand away and emptied the space within minutes. How sudden an angel replaced with sathaan. This duniya is a virtual image of fictious people in it. My heart pounded with a hundred rejoicing flowers discerning a cute dimple-smile on my dinky's petrified face.

Alamdulillah! The great Subhan rescued us from a mishap.

I was fondling his rosy cheeks, instantly my glance layed on a bag laying on floor. Yes the one hanged on begger's shoulder. I inspected every equipments inside the jute pouch. They were formal papers, many cards.. I preserved those matters in my custody and without seeking Baapu's attention, I adjusted to dial the central police of pakistan with his phone. I have dialed '100' ,that I have learned in G.K book last year.

Should I restricate a kidnapper?!

There is probability for him to do samething what he did here.

"Hello, Inaaya speaking. Here a kidnap was being attempted. Evidence of the kidnapper is with me." And I immediately crushed cancel button. Uph!! Finally got an opportunity to interact with POLICE !
But was it a double coincidence? No..I just blabbered everything without letting them spell a word.

I was squeezing the dreary minutes by  involving in Thahir's gobledegook babbles. At the time of tea, two three security-dressed officers ascended home. One of them, supposed to be the chieftain, inquired " Farooki Manor? The residence of Ms Inaaya? "

Baapu who was burried in newspapers,pojed his head out with much bewilderness. Anara di shifted to dining hall with a pan in one hand and a spatula in other feom the kitchen. Her eyes were protruding out with amazement.

"Yes.. Inaaya ki ghar hei. Thum log keise yaham? "

(It's Inaaya's house. How you guys be here?)

Baapu dropped his jaws. He was frozen at the same posture.

"We are from Pakistan Central police station. And here for filing an FIR on the witness of a phone call complaining about a kidnap being attempted at 11'o clock. Can we get Ms Inaaya for inquiring?"
The headsmen proclaimed vociforously. After visualizing , Baapu responded chuckling "Haa ji, why not? Mei bulaonga uskoo. Inaaya....beti.. Aao na.. Here are many investigors seeking for you.."

I sputtered to the scene obeying baapu. Those people while seeing the little Inaaya,were perplexed than ever! Their eyes were about to oust out.

Why the hell are they aweful like espying a monster?!   

I scanned myself whether anything wrong with me. Like anyone do when someone watch us without letting a wink!

The constable, vertical behind, mumbled " No No boss ... We are mistaken. Let us retreat back!"
I was clueless about the incidence occured before few phases.
" Ya Ya Inaaya Zafar Farooki speaking." No doubt that I have exclaimed with a synthetic ego..
The head of the constabulary smirked "Are madam ji, you have called the central police station for filing a case"

Instantly that moment flashed on my cerebrum. I chuckled back. I grouped every resources that I have traced from that begger's bag. He declared to my baapu by prolonging his hands with a 1000 rupaye towards me "Mr Zafar, your marvellous kid is never meant to be suppressed at inner roof, she should be drived till troposphere!"

Baapu was ubreliably glancing at me.. Police maamu tapped my shoulder with compliments. While after they discended I fondled the money in my hands fostering my desire to join a private english medium school one day. Insha Allah.

I was forced to outline all the former accident to baapu and anara di. They were incredibly gazing me like I have removed the heavy mountains of Himalaya.

Marvels are never brushed off valuing as a piffle, but are enveloped with approbations!!

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