Part 4
"Why are you crying ammi?? Ammi please Najma is getting scared seeing you like this, say something ammi", tears rolled down Asad cheeks as he tried to shake his mother out of her reverie. But he was unsuccessful. He had just seen his father storm out, while he was entering the house, he had run after him, but his father did not hear or stop for him. His father had returned from Dubai last week, they were having gala time, but today things were havoc. His mother was was not responding to his pleas. He ran to call zahoor mamu, he was hysterical on phone.
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"Ye sb Kya hogaye dilshad?, zahoor asked holding his sisters hand.
"Sb dokha tha, jhoota tha..bhaijan " dilshad was hysterical.
"Tum itne yakeen se kaise keh Sakti ho??, zahoor inquired.
"Mey ne APNI Ankhon se Dekha bhaijan... Rashid ne Dubai mey Dosri shadi ki aur unke bache bhi hain... Unhone mujhe aur mere bachhon ko Dhoka dIA,.. Mey ye kaise bardasht karon..Asad ye bardasht nahi kar sakta, Uska dil nafrat se bhar jaye ga... I won't leave him, bhaijan. He will have to pay for his sins ", dilshad sobbed unaware of her son standing just out side the door.
His world came crashing down. His picture of happy family cracked under the weight of his father's betrayal. He moved away front the room, each step weighed like a ton, someone had punched out the happy soul and replaced it with a vacuum.
"Bhaijaan," Najma tugged her brother's hand "mujhe dar lag rah haai,can you put me to sleep?"
Asad looked down to her tear stricken eyes, he was devastated to see the fear in them, he lead her to her room and made her lie down. Najma held his hand and he sat down by her side lulling her to sleep. "Bhaijan ammi ko Kya hua hai??" He could not answer.
"Bhaijan Abu kab aye in gey?" Najma questioned relentlessly.
Asad was lost on his own agony, what was a suitable reply to a 4 year old kid's questions. He did not know. He brushed his hand on her head and made her sleep, as he wouldn't let his sister suffer, they won't suffer anything they didnt deserve.
Making sure Najma was asleep, Asad made way to his room.
"You know it all..." He scribbled in his dairy and stood watching out if the window. Life was like a mirror, once shattered it held cracks for ever.
It was a choice for him to make a life of wrath pain and agony in which he burned himself for revenge, or be a God fearing who loved all creation and accepted life as it came to him, until he had the power to write his own destiny. What was he supposed to do, a choice which would stick with him for a lifetime, and also affect his family, his world his mother and sister. Thoughts of angel Zo which ere on his mind for years were buried by the weight of his present circumstances. He looked over the horizon which was black, but thence he had made up his mind.
To be continued...
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