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😛Farooqi Triology😛
I watch her as she climb up to our bed. she's looking lost...very lost. I ask her if she's okay and she just shrugs nodding her head in yes and no! I chuckle at her cuteness.
"was that a yes or a no?" I ask her.
"both" she says staring at her hands.
I cock my eyebrow up "huh?"
"I'm okay but she's not!" she says looking up at me. I nod my head in yes and then as I realize what she said I ask her "who do u mean is not okay?"
See my girl sitting alone...
Went to ask her "girl what's wrong?"
Seen her staring at her phone
She said "I'm having problems at home"
"zoya who was she?" I ask confused.
"I don't know who was she or where did she come from...but she felt known" zoya says coming closer to me. I put my arm around her.
"what happened? what did you do next?"
Said I know what ur going thru
She said no I don't think you do
Could tell she wanted me to go away
But something said no auburn stay
I said just tell me what's on your mind
She said no I don't have the time
I said well can't we at least pray...
"where were you? Did u guys pray?" I ask her
"I was coming from the hospital" zoya says running her palm over her belly caressing the womb. I smile at her and peck on her temple.
" and I don't know what just dragged me there near her. She was standing looking scared and frustrated."
...
Then she turned around to say
Growing up was real hard for me
Watching daddy beat mommy till she bleeds
I was young but I still stay by her side
Now I cry and I pray to god but I wonder why
A shiver runs down her spine and I hug her tight. I know the same zoya has gone through...and how hard it is to speak about the same...but I won't stop her to say because she wants to. I squeeze her arm to let her continue. She hides her face in my chest seeking the warmth and then looks at me...her eyes are distant remembering something. I peck her lips lightly touching and then she gives me a smile which dies in a second.
I said girl I had no clue
She said yeah well now you do
I watched her as she checked her hair
She said I gotta be somewhere.
I said well where you headed to
She said somewhere with this dude
I met him at the club last night
I don't really know him but he seemed right
I said well what if he's wrong
I don't think you should be alone
She said don't worry I don't trust no man
I learned that from living with my dad.
I'm a t my mom I'll be just fine
I'm just trying to go and get mine
I looked at her like she bumped her head
Then she turned around to say...
I feel something warm slip by my heated body. She was crying. This was a situation in which I myself felt bad for the girl and then zoya's muffled cries made my heart break. She had faced the terrible creature...the man whom she no more called her dad.only I know it took ages for me to gain her trust...to make her believe not every man is her father.
What an irony! Girls always dreamed about her prince charming to be like her father. And on the contrary my zoya was searching for that someone who is unlike her father.
And when she found me sitting under the coconut tree...reading a magazine of supermodels...i knew looking up at her that she would be the one I want to spend my life with. I chuckle at the memory of that moment where I was lost in her beauty and a coconut hit me over the head to bring me back from my la la land.
I watch zoya looking at me still in tears ...her eyes accusingly asking me why the hell I am laughing when she's crying and is serious. I shut my eyes and then cup her face. I look at her apologetically wiping her tears.
"I am sorry zoya my mind just drifted to when we met" as soon as I utter the phrase when we met' the smile broke on her lips followed by the sweetest giggle ever. I show her my teeth and she pat my cheeks lightly
"mr. writer I guess your thought processes can wait for now!"
I try to make a serious face and she grins. "okay I am serious...so what did she say?" I ask her as she frowns.
Growing up real hard for me...[phone ringing]
Hello?
Where you at? U ready?
Yeah I'm outside
I brought my homies that's cool?
I guess its alright
You by urself sure there ain't nobody else??
Yeah
A'ight I'm on my way
Can't you see whats going on
They tryna get u all alone
She said that's usually how it is
U treating me like I am a kid
She said no I don't need ur help
I'm doing fine all by myself
I said well girl don't get help from me
Can we please get on our knees
Please before you go that way
Can we please kneel down and pray.
Shiver by shiver zoya clutch my arm tight and I hug her. Her gestures told me she was scared then for that unknown girl she felt a connection with...and she's scared now...scared of the future of our baby. Of the generations to come and how are we gonna deal with parenthood. Scared I was too but not anymore...togetherness can beat anything. I hug her and let her know that we will together create an understanding between the three of us...that our child would trust me...trust her...will never lie to us and that nothing such will happen to our child.
"meeting that 18 year old girl and the situations she was in...the young age and...those guys were coming to take her...away" zoya shivers and I touch my lips into her hairs rubbing her arm. I think the name of god can make her feel good...i ask her "what did u pray?"
Father...
We come to you wholeheartedly
And I ask that u hear our prayer
And you give her the heart and the mercy
To look past her father's mistakes
Just as you have been merciful to her all of these years
But I know you see what she goes thru
And I know you been trying to reach her
But god she was deafened and blinded with hatred
But now she's here lord
And we're ready to listen
SHE's ready to listen
Amen!
This is the moment I feel so proud on my zoya. Proud on her coz the girl wasn't ready to take her help...but even then she prayed with her...she did what she had faith in.
"what happened with the girl?" I ask her
She stares at me blankly...even she doesn't have any idea but she has faith in her god. "I don't know but god must have helped her. I don't know who was she but why do I feel I knew her!"
"well ur god will make u meet her again if so! Now shall my baby sleep?"
She smiles at me as I adjust the pillows around her and make her comfortably lay down. Caressing the womb she drifts back to sleep. I keep on caressing her hairs smoothing the knots and lightly brushing her tensed lines on forehead.
The writer in me is unable to just not think about what would have happened to the girl zoya met. My phone rings and I hurry to pick it up before it wakes up my darling wife.
"bhaijaan..." ayaan's voice come panting...his breathe sounds heavy.
"Ayaan...is everything okay?"
"bhaijaan...i..i told you about Humairah ...she" ayaan breaks down into a heartaching cry.
"Ayaan...what happened? Where are you tell me I'm coming right now"
I cut the call worry lines mingling on my forehead. Changing into my jeans I kiss zoya's temple before making my way to the hospital Ayaan was in.
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As soon as Ayaan sees me entering the hallway he lurches to hug me tight.i give him the comfort and warmth he needs all confused to what would have happened.
"Ayaan...look at me" I cup his face as we both sits on the chairs.
"what happened...is Humairah okay?" I know this has to be related to Humairah so I ask him staring into his red eyes.
"bhaijaan I was working when I got a call of a attender here that a badly bruised victim of sexual harrasment is admitted and then the officer told me that the they got hold of the boys and are proceeding to lock them in. I happened to read the form bhaijaan...i saw her name in there" ayaan cries shakingly. Ayaan was a police officer who has come to investigate the case but the girl being humairah he felt like his life was sucked out of him.
I put my arm around him...by now I've understood that the victim was Humairah. 1 month back Ayaan had come to me running that he loves a girl he sees everyday just in front of his house working in a call center.
"has anyone come from her house?" we hear the nurse asking us with a form in her hand.
Ayaan was going to answer but we hear a man speak from behind us, his voice truthful and responsible.
"jee hum humairah ke abbu hai" I turn around to see a man I never wanted to see. One second before I thought of him as a responsible man but now looking at him I feel disgust wash over me. And was he humairah's abbu?? How...zoya never had a sister...or she did??
I stare at the man who ruined my zoya walk by. I know him by face since I caught zoya burning those photo albums she never want to see again.
I see him filling the form while my head just pops up with anger and questions. So many why's to his actions years back.
I fist my palms together with hate in my eyes. If humairah is his daughter then I ask u god...this man! Does he deserve a daughter after what he did to zoya?
My eyes fill up with tears. My phone rings flashing zoya's name and I start wiping my tears.
"hello"
"Asad Ahmed Khan where the hell are you? I don't like waking up to an empty house!"
"I am sorry zoya I came without informing you I was going to call you I am at the hospital..wo"
"asad is everything alright u sound odd...have u cried? Why at hospital what happened?"
I clear my throat "zoya wo ayaan he called...u knw abt humairah right she is admitted"
"humairah? Call centre wali na? why what happened to her?"
How can I tell u zoya...she has gone with the same "I ..i don't know yet to find out"
I hear zoya sigh "okay so I have a check up at city hospital"
"yeah I'm sorry I'm coming to pick you up."
"no I'll come with nzma she's on her way to meet me. U be with ayaan"
"ohk I'll see you here" I hear the beeps and put my cellphone in my jeans pocket.
Gulping the lump in my throat I sit on a chair beside ayaan. And then my eyes widen at the realization to what would happen if zoya meets her dad?
I watch mr. Gaffur siddiqui sit in front of us oblivious to the fact that I am his son in law.
I hear a sob and place a hand over ayaan's shoulder.
___________ 1 hour later___________
I went to see zoya smiling at me but worry in her eyes.
"where's ayaan?" she asks and I side hug her getting emotional to see her...all those moments she had break downed in front of me due to her animal father flash in my memory.
I peck her in her hairs and try to smile at her "wo yahi hai...come lets get ur check up done first" I usher her to the lift not wanting to risk zoya coming face to face with her dad.
___________ 1 hour later__________
I hold zoya's hand as we walk out of the lift. To avoid ayaan and humairah's topic I try to show that I'm busy reading reports. But I know zoya won't go without meeting ayaan. And to add to my fear ayaan called me from behind.
I turn around to see him walking with the medicines in his hand.
"ayaan... what happened to humairah?"
I see ayaan close his eyes and preparing to tell zoya but before he could I ask "you got the meds?"
Ayaan looks down at the polythene in his hand. "uhh yeah her father was called inside to see her so I offered to bring in the meds"
From the corner of the eye I see zoya nod and then again open her mouth to ask. But before she could I open my mouth "er..ayaan did her f father know u...I mean does he know u like her?"
"no I introduced myself to be the investigator." Ayaan frowns and tells me while my wife narrows her eyes at me for asking questions to ayaan who was already worried.
Ayaan continues "jaanti to who bhi mujhe nahi hai ab tak"
"ayaan how did this all happen?"zoya ask him and I can't help but sigh.
"zoya wo...jis case par mai kaam kar raha tha...those guys geeting away with harrassing girls...they did that to humair...humairah" ayaan chokes and zoya press her palm to his arm.
"did u meet her?" I ask and he denies by his head. I watch zoya lost in thoughts and tighten my grip on her hand.
"ayaan I'll come again after dropping zoya"
"its ok asad u don't have to wese bhi mai case me busy hojaunga" I nod and look at zoya "chale?"
She complies and we walk out of the hall. Zoya stops and I give her a questioning look.
"asad I want to see the girl..i want to see humiarah. I feel like I should"
I panic as moving in would mean zoya seeing her dad too. This is the least I want this moment.
"zoya she's with her dad c'mon we'll see her later"
"asad please...i fear...that she's the same girl about whom I told u about"
I remembers last night and my eyes widen "you mean what all happened...that.?"
"I hope not asad...i prayed with her...god can't do it I want to confirm she's not the same girl"
"but...her dad.." she already has started towards the hall again. I can't help but follow.
As we stand out of her door my heart goes for a wild jumps. I hear zoya gasp as she looks through the window of that ward.
Zoya nods her head in no as she backs back to me. "asad...she...she oh no why did I let her go...those guys she knew them...i knew they were coming to get her" zoya cries and I hold her. I am relieved that gaffur's back is to us who's sitting on the same bed as her daughter. Wait! Daughter. It means humairah is zoya's sister!
"zoya..."I caress her hairs and she looks back at humairah through the window. And now I feel the absence of warmth that zoya's body radiated as I look at her walk directly towards humairah's bed. I follow trying to stop her "zoya...zoya ruko toh"
Hearing my voice gaffur turns back and that gives a end to zoya's walking foot.
Zoya's hands cover her mouth coming face to face with the man who made her life terrible. Gaffur doesn't even deserve to be called a MAN.
growing up was real hard for me
watching daddy beat mommy till she bleeds
i was young but i still stay by her side
now i cry and i pray to god but i wonder why...
I hold zoya close almost behind me away from the eyes of her dad. What type of dad was he.
"zoya hume chalna chaiyee" zoya looks up to humairah and my eyes follow scanning her bruised face...neck with the red fingerprints..her lips blood clotted at the corner. I can't look at her...it feels bad and I am sorry to what had happened.
"mana kiya tha na tumhe un ladko ke saath jaane ko" zoya's voice breaks in the ward, loud and angry.
Humairah frowns "abbu aap inhe jaante hai?"
I close my eyes and zoya's head shot up to gaffur...i see a unbelievable look on her face.
Zoya whispers in shock "abbu?"
I can't take her voice...the broken one "zoya...ghar chalte hai"
"nahi asad mai apni behen ko iss jaanwar ke saath kese chod du" as soon as the words came out of her mouth humairh's eyes widens and gaffur glares at her.
I gape at zoya for accepting humairah as her sister too early while 9 am still trying to take in what does this all mean.
"what are you doing here? I told u I don't want any help from you" humairah says almost in a broken voice. For a victim like her it was going to be hard for meeting people and definately now isn't the right time.
"zoya please...give her some room lets go"
"no..." she whisper looking sideways at me and then step ahead "humairah you are my sister...nd I won't let this man come anywhere near to you"
"zoya..." I hold her arm while her dad stares at humairah...who has a confused look on her face.
"abbu ye kya keh rahi hai? Do u know her?"
"aap log patient ko akela chod dijiye...we need to check up" nurse comes in much to my relief. I know zoya is staying strong but meeting that man was breaking her. As soon as we come out of the ward zoya hugs me and I let her cry.
I let her seat on the chair and she is still in my arms seeking warmth. "zoya ese tabiyat kharaab hojayegi...lets go home hmm?"
Zoya hisses as she feels the abdomenal pain and nods in yes. "come lets get you and our baby to rest" I walk with her to car and we zoom out to our home.
_______________2 hours later__________
I see ayaan near humairah's bed after reaching the hospital on zoya's insistence. There are police officers and zoya's dad is handcuffed. I make my way straight to ayaan.
"who are you" humairah asks ayaan as I enter.
"relax...i am here to investigate." Ayaan says and looks back at me.
"whats going on?" I stand there awkwardly.
Ayaan stand up to come to me "those guys...they worked for gaffur...humairah's dad." I see his eyes looking vulnerable. As I sigh I look at humairah who was watching us trying to hear "does she know?"
"yes" ayaan's voice breaks "she does and she's not ready to file a complaint"
"then why is he handcuffed?"
"police custody. Nikhat is going to put up a case against him."
"how is that possible when she's not ready to speak." I rub my finger at the eyebrow.
"it is possible just like how it was 5 years back" nzma walk in tying her hairs as I frown and then close my eyes.
"how are you feeling?" she asks humairah who nods saying "confused"
Nzma smiles at her and then looks at me. "she gotta know that bhaijaan" my lips form a thin line as I feel ayaan's hand on my shoulder.
" humairah 5 years back ek case hua tha farooqi triology..." humairah nods ... "abbu cell me the ..." her eyes tearing up.
Nzma then goes on to tell how zoya's mother suffered castration and then was killed in an accident which was actually a murder but without proofs and weak case gaffur got away with that easily.humairah gasps as she hear it out while my eyes close as nzma goes on to tell her how that man was behind her beautiful daughter zoya farooqi. I feel a burning ache in my heart as I listen once again to the terrible story of child abuse by a father who has hired a whole lot of animals who went around to abuse little kids and the morning news paper carried the news of 5 year olds casterated by drugs.
"it was hard for zoya to live with a father who would just walk into his daughters room at nights and would make her suffer thru a physical tension" nzma starts crying as ayaan and my eyes go red while humairah's face shows us how shameful she was to have such a father.
"zoya farooqi is my wife" I answer her unsaid question and her eyes go on a remorse ride .
"ab bhi aap statement nahi dena chahengi...what is stopping you?" ayaan asks frustrated and humairah cries and watching her is heart wrenching.
"abbu...he...he will kill my ammi if I voice against him"
"humairah your ammi isn't alive ...for god's sake he's lying and taking advantage of you" I hold ayaan back as he shouts at her in rage. Humairah breaks into loud wails and ayaan punches out the door open and get away. Nzma tries to console humairah. I start to feel my head ache. Emotional breakdowns are something I can nor see neither have them. I drink some water from the side table and pass a glass to humairah..
____________night at the home_______________
Zoya has gone to sleep. Staring at her swollen eyes I have an idea how much she'd cried. And I feel bad to leave her alone at home. Switching off the table lamp I sit with my laptop in the balcony. The winds work its calmness over me and I cover my face with my palms.
Tomorrow humairah would stand against gaffur and gaffur deserves death. How horrible of a man...of a father...i breathe in a long breathe and starts typing the court letter to keep humairah with zoya and me. As for ayaan I'll make sure he apologises to her for shouting at her when she was vulnerable and still taking time to believe things.
Sometimes I do get emotional to see happiness in zoya's eyes and I could only feel proud of her to stand against her father five years back coz she knew she had nothing to loose she was fearless and determined. Though gaffur got a punishment he managed to come out of the cell and now again his younger daughter was going to show him his right place.
Man and their lust ...their addiction to things sometimes crosses a limit ...such limits who even ignore the fact that crimes does have a payback and gaffur is going to taste it.
"asad?" I turn back to see zoya.
She comes near and I help her sit beside me. I feel her finger at the corner of my eye "why are you crying?" I bury my head in her arms "I love u zoya I promise ki mai humari aane wali princess ko wo har khushi du...wo har haseen lamha du jo hum na jee sake" zoya's tears fell on my face and hug her smiling at the she said in a crying baby voice "I love u too asad...and u'll be the best dad our princess will have"
"and the best jiju??" I raise my eyebrow coming out of the hug.
She flashes her dimples wiping her tears "haa who bhi"
We walk back to our bed "wese kuch hi din hai humairaah humare paas...phir to wo ayaan ki ho jayegi"
"nno ways...I won't let her go anywhere for 3 years to come...at the least" I kiss her forehead. "I'll adopt ayaan too don't worry"
She chuckles at me and breathe in the scent of her hairs which soon relaxes me and we continues to talk in whispers weaving a beautiful and a safe future for our baby and discussing a welcome to humairah at our place.
---------------The End______________
initially planned it as a song drabble but it turned out longer as an os.
song link : https://www.rockmonster.ru/1380377373375381378381/growing-up-auburn.mp3+download.html
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