Mrs Pathan (On hold)

5| Them

"Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it." - Rumi

Saqr

Peace and calmness.

A sense of peace and calmness ,of one finally reaching his home with belonging . That was my feeling this morning , It was incomparable.

Call for morning prayers were heard from the mist of the hue lights. Winds were whispering the call in the ears of believer, inviting the angle to bless those who were responding to their Almighty.

Sighing softly I blew Holy Ayat from Quran on Omer. Covering him , I turned to side cupboard taking out the praying mat.

It was indeed true when it was said that the beauty of morning was blessed , but not many were privileged to see it. I glanced back to see Omar was stirring from his light sleep. His face looked relaxed, not a sense of tiredness from midnight Fiasco.

•|flashback |•

"Assalam u alikum ,Saqr where are you lost?" mischievous voice of my sister broke me from the trance of my worries. She looked beautiful more like our mother . Breathing heavily, frustration overwhelmed me as I remembered my mother and her Promise.

"Have shame, Saqi you are still to wed her . Untill tonight, in sha allah. What will Dado say if I complaint about you sulking with frustration before marriage. Huh" she teased before turning right to water the plants and feeding the aquatic animals.

Will she agree to our Marrige?

Nine hours and her decision would be the final take.

I mentally whispered. Placing my hand on her head , I took the water can from her hand and started watering the plants. Still unsure of what future unfolds for us.

It was not untill evening prayers, Baba called me to his chambers . The man had sheepish smile on his wrinkled face. The message was heard even before he said it.

I was getting married.

Congratulations were heard in the haveli . My elders blessed me for blissful life ahead. I was waiting for any judging looks in the chambers but found none.

None for me , but for her?

It was unfair on her. I know it was. She was compromising as a mother. It was for the sake of Omer. My little boy. Sure I would be respectful to her , but will she be ever comfortable with me?

Seeing me again after 5 years .

My face .

His face.

Two-hours went by , and I was flabbergasted seeing the haveli decorated . I stared at the crowd, all of them with happy faces and cheering smiles. Her mother came by my side , petted me on my shoulder with a small smile. My stomach churned, glancing at the white hand weaved Chaddar acting as curtain dividing the large hall.

Elam was sitting on the sofa. She was blurred by the material of the curtain. My body stilled as we all heard the older man asking for her permission. The once quite room lifted in roars from my brothers and villagers as she accepted the request . The elderly man with hope in his eyes walked towards me.