Mrs Pathan (On hold)

3|Elam

"What is destined will reach you, even if it be underneath two mountains. What is not destined, will not reach you, even if it be between your two lips!" What ever is meant for you will be coming your way, while you are led and directed toward it"
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Yelling.

My soul was silently yelling. It felt as if it was life time ago when my soul was at peace. All happy moment were playing in my mind, trying to give me courage.

My Wedding.

It was like my life was cycling backward trying to recycle my memories so as to fit all the gaps and creat a new space and home for new ones.

"Ammar, please don't let this happen to me" I whispered when a cold breeze slowly swept by me . Tear stinged in my eyes , when I saw ladies outside by my window chirping happily like birds and cleaning the courtyard .

I was wishing for the impossible to happen. That my Ammar would rescue me from this nightmare I was living in broad daylight.

"Elam! Baba and your Ammi are expecting you in their room " Sana my sister in law's voice yelled from across the courtyard making me tensed. Taking a deep breath and arranging my shawl over my head I found my self walking down to the stairs .

The Haveli was full of fragrance and laughter in the air, Ladies were running around to complete their morning chores and their children were playing in the courtyard.

Slowly taking the last step , I turned right seeing the large floral-encarved door wide open. The very sight of my grandparents and mother all sitting and smiling brought me a small sense of peace.

My gaze met with Baba - my grandfather . He was the only father figure in my life. After loosing my father in childhood he and my Uncle - (my father in law) took me and mother under their care . It was then my marriage with Ammar was fixed.

Seeing his still sharp eyes fixed at me he tilled his head like he knew what I was remembering. The very last time I was called to this type of family meeting was 7 years ago .

"Assalamu alaikum" his voice vibrated in room and across the large hallways. Returning his Salam, I walked to my mother seeing her kind green eyes smiling at me. Even after losing her husband in youth like me she still maintained herself and stayed happy for my sake.

Inhaling her sweet rose fragrance, I sat down beside her .

"How is my Gudiya (doll ) doing?"

"Alhamdulillah, I am good , Ammi " I softly replyed. Looking straight I saw my Dado ( grandmother ) praying on her stone beads.

"Did you eat your breakfast?" She ask sensing my gaze on her. I smiled brightly to cover up that my appetite died after hearing the news last night.

"She didn't . I saw Rahima taking back her breakfast plate back in the morning hours" replyed my Baba. Sensing the hard tone in his voice i tried to steal my eyes from his gaze.

Dado gasped horrified and Ammi silently touched my hand as warning . Taking deep breaths, I saw Baba with disappointing look on his Wrinkled face.

"I had the milk glass in my room, so I was not hungry and anyways I will eat after 10" I answered to avoid any other lecture from the three of them. Instead of communicating any further I glanced down at my hands.

"We want you healthy and happy. Elam jaan don't neglect your health" dado voiced her opinion out loud.

Happiness and me. I thought.