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Hey friends as you all can see am on awriting spree and wrote this today itself..its a sad one ,but hopefully you all will like it...Please feel free to send me your feedback!hapy Reading!
Main.
Aur.
Rehaan.
Her words kept ringing in his ears,subduing his surroundings.She had looked him in the eyes ,not even flincing for a second as the words fell from her lips.So had it all been a lie to her,so much so that she had wiped him off completely from her memory..
"Zain OSman Abdullah apka nikaah Sanam Asad Qureshi ke saath tya kiys gya hai..kya aapko yeh nikaah qubool hai?"the Qazi's voice rang clear in the marriage hall...Zain once again zoned out-his mind reeling back to the day he'd been questioned with the same for the very first time..
He looked at her through the veil searching for his answers in the dull emptiness of her soul,but he found none.He had always been sure of the fact that no matter what happened..he would always find his answers in her..but this time it was different,his 'Mamu ki bhanji' was destroying everything with her own hands,while he just watched his life turn upside down in front of his eeys...
"AAliay Ghulam HAider kys aapko Zain Osman Abdullah ke saath yeh nikaah qubool hai?"
"Qubool Hai.."He had noticed the lone tear slip down her eye"Zain Osman Abdullah kya apko Aaliya Ghulam HAider ke saath yeh nikaah qubool hai?" The Qazi asked him.."Qubool hai.."
"Zain abdullah tum meri pehli aur akhri mohabbat ho.."
"tum aur Rehaan?.."..."HAan main aur Rehaan.."
"Zain hum humare beintehaa mohabbat ke beech kisi ko aane nahi denge.."
"Main zindagi ki akhri dum tak Aaliya Zain Abdullah ban ke rehna chahti hoon..."
"Aaliya Zain Abdullah,aaj sabke samne,Allah ko hazir-o-nazir mankar,main Zain Abdullah tumhe talaaq deta hoon.."
"Aaliya hum ek doosre se lad-jhagad sakte hain,haar jeet sakte hai,naraaz ho sakte hai..par kabhi bhaag nahi sakte hai..."
"Jo ladki mere parivaar ke tabahi ki wajah hai uske saath rishta khatam kardena sabke liye munasib hai..isliye main tumhe aaj teesra talaaq deta hoon..."
""I love you Zain.."..."I love you too Aaliya.."
"Rehaan aur main..."
"Jo rishta mar chuki hai usse hum kabhi dobara zinda nahi kar sakte hai..."
"Zain!"his mother shook him out of his reverie,everyone was staring at him expectantly..."Qubool nahi hai.."
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When she first left himhe would describe his pain and heartache as like an insatiable fire that burnt all the oxugen in his body leaving him lefeless and empty.But now it was more like a thin layer of ice,colling his insides,warning him of the pain that came along with it,bewaring him not to start that fire again...It seemed unfair that no matter how much he strived to be the man his conscience wanted him to be,it would keep taunting him of hid failures.Each time the regrets emerged,he would diligently analyse in his mind hpoing that this time his mind would be satisfied with his self professed remorse--but no.it was not like that..not when he was -once again,standing before her doorstep,looking for his answers..
"Zain.."her voice was a raspy whisper.."Aaliya..Mujhe.."
"Chale jao yahaan se Zain.."
"mujhe bauhat saare sawalo ka jawab chahiye.."
Sab kuch khatam karke -meri zindagi barbaad karke,intni zillat dene ke baad bhi tumhari rooh rok ko chain nahi mila..aa gaye tum meri zindagi phirse barbaaad karne ke liye...CHALE JAO YAHAAN SE ZAIN..."
"mujhe bauhat saare sawalo ka jawab chahiye.."
Sab kuch khatam karke -meri zindagi barbaad karke,intni zillat dene ke baad bhi tumhari rooh rok ko chain nahi mila..aa gaye tum meri zindagi phirse barbaaad karne ke liye...CHALE JAO YAHAAN SE ZAIN..."
"Aliya agar main kabhi sach mei bauhat door chala gaya.toh tum mujhe kabhi miss nahi karoge na? Afsoos nahi hogi tumhe?".."Nahi karungi..Chale jao tum yahaan se.."she muttreed the same thing once again..as if trying to convince herself and not him.
"phirse bolo."
"Chale jao yahan se .."
"Akhri baar bol do Aaliya..uske baad tumhari zindagi se bauhat door chala jaonga-taki mera saaa bhi tumhari zindagi nahi padega.."
"Chale jao Zain...".."Allah Hafiz.."She could repeat his words...
"Akhri baar bol do Aaliya..uske baad tumhari zindagi se bauhat door chala jaonga-taki mera saaa bhi tumhari zindagi nahi padega.."
"Chale jao Zain...".."Allah Hafiz.."She could repeat his words...
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His pain was like an icy wind choking the breath out of his lungs,and making a noose around his neck.Its savage and bitter blasts cut right through his bones and grasped his brain inits freezing claws...
It was raining heavily.Rain was one of the most significant aspect of their relationship..the kiss they had shred in the rain..the night they became one..his fathers death and thier divorce...Rain which had once been his favourite now jabbed at his open wounds...
Zain Abdullah was walking down the middle of the road ,not seeing where his staggering steps were taking him-each step,each breath,questioning the worth of his existance...
And that is when it happened-silently,in the muted darkness of the sinister evening...as the car hit him,he flew a few feet off the ground and feel with athud on the damp ground..death was like asoft blwo to his tired soul..it was his last gasping breath,as the calming darkness fell upon him,ushering him to a place where he would be free from his pain ,regrets and despair..where he would peacefully live with just the memories...
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They wouldn't let her near his body,she was not allowed because she had lost al rights,because she was responsible for another death in their family.She didn't care about the taunts,the jeers,the hurtful words and insults metted out to her,the only thing that mattered wwas that she had lost her world,and her life had ended noiselessly in the darkness...
"Aliya agar main kabhi sach mei bauhat door chala gaya.toh tum mujhe kabhi miss nahi karoge na? Afsoos nahi hogi tumhe?".."Nahi karungi..Chale jao tum yahaan se.."
"phirse bolo."
"Chale jao yahan se .."
"Akhri baar bol do Aaliya..uske baad tumhari zindagi se bauhat door chala jaonga-taki mera saaa bhi tumhari zindagi nahi padega.."
"Chale jao Zain...".."Allah Hafiz.."She could repeat his words...
"Akhri baar bol do Aaliya..uske baad tumhari zindagi se bauhat door chala jaonga-taki mera saaa bhi tumhari zindagi nahi padega.."
"Chale jao Zain...".."Allah Hafiz.."She could repeat his words...
She cried until there was nothing left behind but a raw emptiness that nibbled at her insides.Her irises were threaded scarlet,her eyebals hung heavy in their sockets.Her whole body humg limp like each lipb weighed twice as much as it did before and just moving it slwoly was a painful effort...Aaliya watched as they took him away ,their voice ringing clear in the air.."LA ilaha illalah muhamud wr rasulAllah.."
Aaliya wished she had stopped him from saying those words,stopped him from saying his last goodbye,stopped him from going away forever...Her vision slowly faded..everything was over...The sun would still rise in the sky tomorrow,but not for her,the birds sing once again,but not for her,for her there was no beauty ,no meaning left in the world...
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As she knelt down on the freshly dug earth,roses claped in her hands,memories ransacked her brain.Tormented with what could've been and what should've been.Words and regrets taunted her with a savage intensity.The imges were so clear that she felt like she was living with his ghost.How much she longed ot creep under the rich loamy soil and ebb into an eternal slumber.."Main tumhare paas bauhat jaldi aa rahi hoon Zain..phir tumhe kahin jaane nahi doongi.."
The next morning when they broke into her room,they foun dher sleeping peacefully under the covers,Zain's jacket wrapped around her shoulder and the picture of their nikaah clutched against her chest..She had reached her destination safely...she was with him ..she was afe..there was nothing to worry about..All was well..
Rumor had it that Zain and Aaliya never stayed away from each other for very long...
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This is the end..and this is where Ieave you all to judge my work.I'm aware that in ISlam women are not allowed to enter the greveyard..but i reallt needed to put in the afpresaid scene and so i had to excercise the wroter's liberty.Please gimve me ur feedback.
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