Humsafar - Khirad&Ashar CLOSED Indefinitely - Page 7

Originally posted by: .Stuff.

My four favourite words ;)

Those who watch the show, what happened to Sara?

i hope no one minds me spoiling future scenes? Sara commits suicide once more after finding out khirad has re-entered asher's life and this time she is successful, her end is brutal. Even though i hate her, i find myself thinking, what was her fault? that she fell in love with someone?

Originally posted by: ninand

That's quite where I am at too. I don't understand him. There was aggression when he disliked Khizr, but that went for a toss overnight. Only simmering resentment remained.

then the man who so beautifully worked on their marriage, turns unapproachable and cold in a second.. all because he Khizr praises his wife in front of him and he overheard his mother praise their friendship!

Agree with you completely. Its a massive turn off.

There is quite a bit of character transition written for Ashar in the show and without showing reason. But overall, whatever said, the few episodes where they begin bonding, is an absolute delight to watch.
Don't mind going through them again ;) Hopefully we will get to such magical scenes soon in the FF. (Ok..on second thoughts, may be not. Its going to be difficult to write them )

Posting the first video, I got my hands on

[YOUTUBE]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H679UjoBi54[/YOUTUBE]

The girl really is weak. She committed suicide only because she couldn't get the man she wanted? And does she really love him, if she couldn't let him go. She was just a selfish spoilt brat who mistook infatuation and the care and affection Ashar showed towards her as love. What about all that time before Khirad came into their lives? she could've told him then.

Originally posted by: .Stuff.

The girl really is weak. She committed suicide only because she couldn't get the man she wanted? And does she really love him, if she couldn't let him go. She was just a selfish spoilt brat who mistook infatuation and the care and affection Ashar showed towards her as love. What about all that time before Khirad came into their lives? she could've told him then.

To me she comes across with a mild obsession for Ashar, so I guess her life did revolve around him in some ways...and even if it was only all about conquering that obsession of hers (not love).

And I don't mean the ladder of love one climbs to reach obsession. This is the destructive kind I'm talking about.

Though she is portrayed with a modern outlook on life, I believe, she couldn't overcome the social bounds and propose Ahsar...
Well, I would go one step ahead and claim it's really just a girl's need to be sought out that didn't let her to do so.

Originally posted by: 6thElement

To me she comes across with a mild obsession for Ashar, so I guess her life did revolve around him in some ways...and even if it was only all about conquering that obsession of hers (not love).

And I don't mean the ladder of love one climbs to reach obsession. This is the destructive kind I'm talking about.

Though she is portrayed with a modern outlook on life, I believe, she couldn't overcome the social bounds and propose Ahsar...
Well, I would go one step ahead and claim it's really just a girl's need to be sought out that didn't let her to do so.

Originally posted by: .Stuff.

I felt the same. If they so kill her off in the show, I hope they do explore her character more. There must of been something that triggered her obsessive mannerisms...or maybe not.

She couldn't propose to him before, but she could literally beg him not to leave her after his marriage has been fixed? I don't think it was the social boundaries that kept her from proposing, rather the fact she never feared he would leave her. She knew their parents were thinking of fixing an alliance anyway and she also sort of felt he feels the same way as she she does for him.

Some obsessiveness cannot and don't have to explained...

Ah! see that is something I totally missed. Very well then; she just took his availability for granted.

Aaalooo - I've heard a lot about this tv show - but have never caught up with it - it's only for the greed of reading something new that you have to offer, that I've shown up here.

Originally posted by: mechantefille

Aaalooo - I've heard a lot about this tv show - but have never caught up with it - it's only for the greed of reading something new that you have to offer, that I've shown up here.

Happy New Year.

Welcome :) And what do you know, I have an update coming up...

While seated in his executive office, located on the 43^rd floor that overlooked the deluge of waters bordering the Chicago bay, he swiveled in his chair with his chin resting on his fist and contemplated the overseas call he would soon make in a few minutes. He was thoughtfully considering his choice of words to use when he would enquire about Khirad.

Somehow the subject of Khirad and his aunt never came back following their visit to Hyderabad almost ten years ago. It had been a short trip that was made right after Khirad had called his dad, when they were drowning in hospital bills over his aunt being hospitalized for a heart condition. In short, it was a rescue trip to stabilize her family situation. They had all returned back to Karachi after a few weeks, bound tight from the endless gratitude Khirad's family had showed them. And in the years that ensued he had come to realize that his father's sisters' family was to be treated like the few unwanted relationships in their lives were: their presence simply known, but never acknowledged or genuinely cherished and forgotten in the din of everyday life. They didn't go back after that trip and a few short calls had come later to keep them informed about the affairs back in Hyderabad. But that had faded too with time and they lost touch, with the exception of his father perhaps - whom he knew furtively had his means of keeping an eye on them, if he'd ever chosen to. However, it was only a hunch he'd harbored, given that he always knew his father deeply cared for his only sister and her family.

If it weren't for Khirad or for the fragile honor she had kept up in the face of helplessness, he had no reason to remember the trip where he'd slept in a pigeon hole room and constantly cringed while using a broken toilet that had turned out to be his nightmare. That and perhaps the one time he'd observed her in the terrace without her knowledge, guilefully tucked behind the long coconut leaves that slopped over one corner of the roof, while he was gloriously smoking away a cigarette.

Strangely the distance he had put - in the form of time that had passed - between him and the memory had him seeing things differently. She'd come up with a bucket of clothes to dry them on the clothesline and had gone on doing just that, with his back to him, until a gust of pixie wind had made the dupatta - with which she'd covered her head - fall and pool around her neck. In the swift motion with which the cloth came down, it had disturbed her bun too and her hair had untied from the knot, slowly pulling itself out and had swayed to all sides in the undoing motion, before it finally spilled its length - just the way he'd seen that morning - as a shiny black cascade. Seconds later, she'd tied her hair back and as if her presence was a cue, a flight of pigeons had descended not far from her.

Even as he doubted the rosy tint his brain was craft fully giving the line of events that'd taken place, he was certain he could never be wrong about the blissfully indulging smile she'd given then. She'd run down immediately; perhaps to get some grains for the birds. But he'd escaped down the stairs, before she could make her way back up, for he distinctly remembered an elevated state of energy inside him. To him, it had appeared that he was plain nervous about getting caught.

Although he'd initially dismissed everything about the incident as inconsequential, he couldn't continue doing so when the memory had come back to him at the most unsuspecting times, over the next few years. He'd curiously turned to Google and researched enough on the human mind and memories.

There had been a million theories in the web, and when one school of thought had gone against each other, it was comforting to consider it as a malfunction at his end. And when some vague website confirmed that it wasn't always possible to determine why the brain treated a few memories differently, he felt unburdened.

It had also been what he was looking for; at times denial was far easier than acceptance and erringly - conveniently more so - he'd believed just that. A couple of years went by and he heard news of her being married off to a local college professor and then the memory had turned into a harmless token of his only lone encounter with his cousin...until that unsuspecting morning when fate had artfully dragged the troubling recollection into reality, recreating it with near similar details that had originally had him running from an insane thrum of tension.

His body shook with a small laugh as he found himself staring at his shoe when his mind turned to the present day. The long respite he'd gained from the suspension of the recurring flash of memory seemed at the verge of being destroyed. He was vaguely bothered now, that he was either seeing things - for the last he heard Khirad was still living in Hyderabad - or he was seeing Khirad in people, due to the one possessed memory.

He needn't overthink the morning as long as he could get that call going to his dad and so he did just that. Since, he didn't think his mom ever felt eagerly welcoming - besides he thought he also sensed an uneasiness in his mother - when it came to his dad's side of the family, he placed a call on his dad's cell phone instead of the home line.

"As-Salamu Alaykum Dad..." He said, impatiently waiting to get on with the conversation.

"Wa 'alaykum as-salam beta...how come you remembered me during your office times? Khairiyat?" He instantly heard a concern shade his earlier cheerful tone.

"Yes Dad...we spoke just last night. Remember?...But there was just something I wanted to tell you. I thought you would be happy to hear some news about your favorite niece" He paused to draw some emphasis and also to know if he could still get his hopes up for Khirad. There was a long silence that he hadn't expected, but eventually a response came through.

"Haan beta...Don't make me wait if it's happy news" Once again, he found his father's voice shake from a deep something that he never could trace, the few times his sister or Khirad came up and his father did what he did best - he masked it with a slithering laugh.

"I think I saw Khirad this morning. If I'm right...then she lives close to my apartment. What is weird is that I have never seen her there before" He ended with anticipation for his father to challenge that information.

"I don't know Ashar beta..." His father paused a second, obviously putting a show for him, "The last I heard, she was still in Hyderabad"

He knew just the thing to tell his father then, to bring out the truth. "Are you sure dad? I thought if it was indeed Khirad, I will go down and invite them over for a dinner at either my apartment or a restaurant" He ended, with a sly smile playing on his lips.

This time around, his father didn't speak for a longer stretch of the minute. "If you promise to be discreet beta" He could hear his father smiling as well "then I can tell you that she moved to Chicago with her husband two years ago, after he got an offer to teach in a small college there...community college?" He heard him questioning "but, if you chose to discuss this with others, then I would just tell you she is still in Hyderabad"

They laughed together, which was a rare event, given that he seldom had anything intimate to share with his father. "Now you tell me the truth dad? After I promise to reach out to her...Anyways, dad when was the last time you spoke to her? Do you know that she is still here?"

"Ashar beta..." His father heaved a heavy sigh, "There is nothing to hide anymore. I really don't ever call there...You know how your mom feels about them. It's a friend I know from close to their home in Hyderabad, who used to give me the inside information. Your phuphi and Khirad didn't know that he talked to me and he also passed away a year ago. May Allah bless his soul. So I can't give you the confirmation you are asking for"

He sat there thinking what he could do next before he went knocking on a stranger's door without being sure she would recognize him or ascertaining her presence there.

"Ashar beta...I would like it very much if you can go down there anyways and meet her..." He thought his father was going to cry, his tone pleading. "Think you are doing a favor to your old man"

"Dad...Of course..." He said, with a stronger hint of assurance and felt unexpectedly proud that he was finally getting to do something in return for all that his father had given him. "I will invite Khirad and all of her family home"

He hung up shortly after with an untold anxiety on his new summons...and spent the rest of the day pondering why somethings had become significant - and felt workable - now and not later or before.