A wanderer Episoed 11

 

As soon as Hakeem Sahib left, Ishal, swaying in happiness, connected the call to Mumtaz Begum.

"Assalam Alaikum Ashal daughter!" Mumtaz Begum received the call.

"Friend! You have to come to my marriage tomorrow. I have taken permission from Abba. No more excuses will do. If you don't come, my friendship with you is over!!” Ashal was being chattered like a fast gam, neither did he respond to the greeting nor did Mumtaz Begum get a chance to speak.

"I can't tell you...how happy I am today..." Ashal took a breath, Mumtaz Begum laughed and said:

"There is no need to tell... Ashal daughter...!! I know everything."

"Who has told you...?" Ashal asked incessantly.

"I have come to know everything because of your happiness.

"Wow, yes, wow! You are a very mature government." Ashal was being spoken at the same speed.

"Where's the government? Ashal daughter...!! How would I know about Morgan without you...I will definitely come tomorrow...I will just talk to Morgan and inform you?”

"Why do you need permission from Morgan? You are his grandmother. He is not your grandfather!!” Mumtaz Begum laughed hearing this.

Do not take permission, daughter! He has to tell. About Aqil and our relationship... If I mention Meraj, he will feel as if I am talking about him and Maham.

I want him to mention Maham himself to me.”

"Grandma!! It's impossible...Maham is my best friend. He has not hidden anything from me till today, yet Morgan and his own love do not discuss with me... Morgan will not even talk to you.”

"Will definitely do... when the time comes..."

"What time are you talking about... It has been six months, the story of Tota Meena... During this period, I myself spoke to Maham once, she was still refusing.

I was angry that I had repaired it so well.”

"Aashal...!! By repairing the friend, the ill-fated ends"

"Grandma...!! You are right, but I was angry that when I fell in love with Haris, I told Maham about my heart first.

When it came to convincing Abba, I still told Maham. Abba loves Maham as much as I do.

Maham should have trusted me.”

"Trust is placed on someone and belief is one's own... Ashal daughter...!!"

"Grandma! You started talking difficult things like Abba..."

"The easy thing is Ashal!! You have also kept the biggest secret of your life hidden from him...don't you trust Maham...? The poor thing could not even hide her secret, she just refuses to believe.

Ashal daughter, he needs you, take care of him. The joke of a few minutes ago was drowned in the sea of ​​thoughts.

"Grandma...! I have to go to Maham… I am waiting.” Ashal said seriously and switched off the mobile.

Ashal went to meet Maham after Friday prayers. When she reached their house, Maryam Bibi and Momina were getting ready to go to the market.

"Aunty!" Where is the preparation?" Ashal asked.

"Your mother-in-law has forcibly prepared me and Momina with her...going to the market."

"You torch!! You too come with us... Haris brother is also with us." Momina had said to Ashal. The sound of the horn sounded in the ears and everyone's attention was diverted.

Momina had said in a mischievous way, "Long live your Haris brother." Maryam was noting Momina's frankness with Bibi Ashal.

"Momina!!" Mariam Bibi scolded Momina.

"Ashal is older than you...you don't make fun of me." Chloe Harris is waiting. Ashal you come and close the gate.

"Aunty!" Maham is not going with you.

"Ashaal had asked the same even knowing.

"Which one goes to the market first?" There is pudding in the fridge, take it out and take it to his room, eat it yourself and feed it to him too.” Maryam Bibi was giving instructions to Ashal while passing through the yard. On reaching the door, Ashal stopped, Maryam Bibi and Momina sat in the car. Ashal had seen Haris through the half-open gate.

Haris was unaware of Ashal's presence.

"Ashal, close your gate." Momina deliberately made a noise while sitting in the car. Haris's ears perked up after hearing Ashal's name. By then he had driven the car and Ashal had also closed the gate. Maryam Bibi once again stared at Momina, who was sitting in the front seat with Harris. Maryam Bibi was sitting on the back seat with her friend Halima.

"Wow, yes, wow." Aunty Ji made tasty kheer,” Ashal was commenting while eating kheer. Maham smiled a little when he saw it.

"Do the test...put a little" Ishal asked sincerely.

"My heart is not wanting..." Maham had refused to eat the pudding, resorting to a dull smile.

"I have been taking notes for a long time.

. You are like Bajji Bajji…any problem…”

"You have an illusion...it's nothing like that."

"Tomorrow my marriage is...you now...where is my best friend who made my engagement so much fun." Ishal put the empty bowl of pudding on the table and looked at Maham's face.

"Monday!! Let me tell you one thing... You used to be like a fragrance, wherever you went, you would leave your scent despite the silence.
Now you are burning from the inside. Confess your love to Morgan, then break up with Shimoon." After listening to Ashal's words, Maham looked at her with anxious eyes. "Don't look like a madman..." Ashal had said in a restrained tone. Maham started laughing like a clown, Ishaal was very angry at his laughter. Saying "Go to hell", Ashal got up angrily and started leaving the room. Maham held his wrist and said:

"Sorry... Ashal...!!" Ashal quickly placed his other hand on Maham's forehead, his anger turned into worry.

"You have a high fever... Why didn't you tell me...? You lie down... I will bring medicine from Abba..." Ishal laid Maham on the bed and started to go herself.

"Torch!! Sit down… I have taken the medicine a while ago” Maham who was lying got up and sat leaning on the back of the bed.

Ishal dragged a chair with a writing table and placed it right in front of Maham and she also sat on it.

"Torch!! I want to say a lot to you, I tried a few months ago but could not say it, sometimes I feel as if you doubt my character. I don't consider myself parsa. I am a sinner. Apart from ignorance and indifference, I can say with confidence that my body has been touched by only one man till date.

Everything happened in front of your eyes on the day of Banish's procession. My God knows that there was no malice on my part at all, it was all by chance. For that mistake, I am very angry in front of the Lord of the Kaaba.” Maham became silent while talking. Ashal looked at him like a statue.

"Ashaal give me a little water." Maham had already said that Ashaal looked at the glass and water bottle on the side table, there were only a few drops of water in the bottom of the bottle.

She grabbed the empty bottle, placed the pudding dish in the tray and left the room. A few minutes later she entered the room with a full water bottle, she poured the water into a glass and served it to Maham. Maham drank half a glass of water and placed the half-full glass on the side table.

"You often say to me... I have fallen in love with him... I don't know about love... It is as clear as a line on a stone that neither I will break the relationship set by Abu nor will I let Ammi ji break it." will

I don't even know why I see him after that. Those who commit sins at the time of Fajr, remain engaged in their forgiveness until Isha. Every day I promise not to see him and every day I break it. After Isha, when I lie on the bed, it feels as if he has secretly set up a house on an empty plot in the name of Shimoon and now he wants to light the lamp of love in that house and make it a nest of love.

Despite my thousand efforts, his memories keep playing in my heart. Ashal is beyond my understanding. If this is love, I can't even admit it. After confession, if I take the escape route, I will go to hell.

"Good very good... you will go to hell... please do me a favor... instead of making him wait, refuse directly and clearly... he too can sit peacefully in his house and you can also close this open window...

In this way, at least I was able to get a peaceful sleep!! "Ashaal had said something straight from his side in a blunt tone.

"Torch! Hakeem Chacha says... Waiting in love is the name of life ending and denying love in love is equivalent to death.” Maham had said desperately.

"Well said... Come on, you believe... that this is love." Ashal said with a triumphant smile on his face.

Trying to smile at his smile, Maham glanced at the half-filled glass on the side table and said:

"I have told you one thing that Hakeem Chacha said... I did not confess my love!!" Maham explained his point.

"That's interesting...!! I didn't confess my love..." Ashal had said in Maham's style, seeing his style, a sweet smile spread on Maham's lips.

"When he sees me, modesty covers his eyes. His gaze does not feel a prick on my face, but a touch."

"Wah, yes, if someone else listens to your logic, they will think it's a joke and laugh."

"Tell yourself... leave others..."

"Torch! Look at this half glass of water, half full of water and half empty. You are seeing the water of love in a half full glass and I am feeling the air of relativism in a half empty glass.

Both are immutable realities in their respective places.”

Ashal looked at the empty glass carefully and thought for a while, then smiled and said:

"The air in the empty glass...no... no... the air of the proportion determined by uncle...Morgan Beg is a good person...how did you love me..."

Happiness returned to both of their faces.

"Thankfully, your face glowed when you were giving big dialogues.

Maham Chaudhry!! I have no doubts about your character and modesty. Mind it…!! He sees you, you see him, questions will arise in your heart.

"Well, I am worried about you. You have to be...tomorrow is my marriage..." Ashal had said emphatically.

"I know...I'm sorry for today...I will spend tomorrow night with you," Maham replied.

"Getting ready tomorrow...Morgan Beg's grandmother is also coming." informed Ishal.

After listening to Ashal's words, Maham got lost in thought and after a few moments said:

"Morgan Baig's grandmother