Assalam-o-Alaikum

Update! A little longer this time. 

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"Mominah beta tumhen sochna chaiye is rishtey k barey mein. Ahmad acha insaan hea, mein zaati tor per janta hoon usey. Phir wo bhi doctor or tum bhi. Sochna zaroor"

"JI mein Inn Shaa Allah soch ker bataoon gi Maulana sahab" Mominah replied, keeping all the pain and restlessness inside her as he stood in front of her keeping the wooden cane firm on the ground over which he supported his weight.

"Maulana sahib wo madrasey k liye kuch cheezen lai thi mein, wo Arshad ko bol ker apki ghari mein rakhwa di hen or..." Mominah stopped as she caught sight of him, he walked out from behind the curtain and stood in the door frame. She smiled softly.

"Assalam-o-Alaikum! Come in, why are you standing outside?" she was asking, Maulana sahib turned and looked at the boy, it seemed only yesterday when he was a toddler in his arms and today standing taller than himself.

"What will you think Ammi?" he asked frowning as he refused to step inside. Mominah frowned a little. "you said you will think and reply, what will you think about when you know it has to be a NO" he further added in the same tone and Mominah's frown faded.

"I heard you people talking, am sorry dadoo but Ammi is not marrying anyone, ap mana ker dijiye unhen" He then turned towards Maulana sahib.

"Mager Haider beta....

"Please Dadoo" But Haider raised his palm up, softly but firmly stopped him.

The 13 years old Haider then turned grumpily towards his mother who stood there, stunned and quiet. "How can you even think about getting married Ammi, you have always said that you still love my father then how can you even think about starting a new life with someone else than him?" Haider was asking.... Accusing her for something she didn't even do.

"Ap bhool gai hen Abbu ko, you have forgotten him, you don't love him anymore. You have sent dadi away from us and now you want to kick Abbu out form our lives, hea na?" Haider's voice raised and eyes bloodshot as he accused her.

"Haider beta hamari bat suno, Mominah to....

"Naheen Maulana sahib, bolney dijiye isey. Is k sawal ghalat to nai" Mominah had a soft smile across her lips, soft but grim.

Haider's eyes had turned moist. "Will you betray him Ammi?" and his words stabbed Mominah's heart. "Please don't do this, I can never accept anyone as my father...anyone but him, who was and is and will remain my father" his words loud and firm and clear.

"You have always told me stories about him, about my father, you have always forbade me to utter even a single word against him even after the fact that he let you suffer alone. Ub aadat ho gai hea Ammi, mujhy aadat ho gai hea unhi ko sochta hoon, unhi ko apne ird gird mehsoos kerta hoon. He is my father and I will never...." He stopped, he saw a tear escaping his mother's eye. His own eyes flowing rivers but he couldn't notice up till now when he saw her smiling a grim and painful smile with moisture in her eyes.

"Ammi!!!......" I could feel a tear rolling down my eye as I sat there leaned with the pillar over that plush maroon floral carpet in the mosque.

My gaze moved up and I saw him sitting there in the little crowd; the man my mother loved all her life, the man she lived for. Hussain, my father. 

He was not that far from me I could feel his presence; his knees bent up and arms wrapped around, a white knitted cap covering his head under which I could feel he still had those hair Ammi used to tell me about Bilkul bhi baap per nai gaye tumharey bal... unk baal to itney achey thy, tail lagaya karo Haider. Ganjey ho jao ge beta!.....

A smile unknowingly crept onto my lips as her words rang in my head. Ammi Abbu k bal safaid ho gaye hen. Budhey ho gaye hen ap k hero. I chuckled mentally as I could see the touch of grey ozzing out in his hair. But it made him even decent, aging suits some people.

His gaze was firm over the man giving sermon, I moved forward there was a little space between, which was left unoccupied. I moved further, silently holding up my breaths I sat behind him.

I could smell his fragrance; he was wearing a dull maroon collar shirt over which he was wearing a grey sweater and grey dress pent. I tilted my head a little and could see his feet; my gaze lowered to my own feet and another smile appeared as I noticed Ammi was right again, I have got same hands, same feet bilkul Hussain jesey hen tumharey hath paaon.

"oho Ammi apko to mera sab kuch he Abbu jesa lagta hea"

"Nai tumharey Abbu k bal tum se ziada....

"Han han pata hea,, un k bal ziada ghaney thy, ziada achey thy. Wo oiling kerty thy or mein nikamma nikhattoo nai kerta. Ganja ho jaoon ga. Bus.....? ratt gai hen ap k batein Ammi"

"bakwaas na karo yaheen se kheench ker maroon gi chimta" I could hardly cover my smile as I recalled my mother holding a chimta in her hand and threatening me.

The sermon ended, I quickly moved back as I saw him getting up. I stood up and walked outside, but I could leave not until one last glance on him. I aimlessly stood by the door frame and as I saw him coming I bent down and started to tie my laces slowly with my head hung too low.

"Ji bus to phir aap tayyari kijiye Arshad sahib, mein kal tak bhija doon ga saman" somebody spoke, right over my head and for some reason my heartbeats sped up.

"Theek hai Hussain bhai, kal phir yaheen se truck nikley ga. Kuch universities k students ja rahe hen sath, ap sath chalen ge?" My hands stopped holding my laces, I wanted to look up and live the moment. I had heard him speaking, I had heard my father... it was him, it was Abbu.

"Nai Arshad bhai, Ammi ki waja se jana mumkin nai ho ga. Ap log hen na meri taraf se bhi shirkat ho jaye gi" with a few more words the other men left, Abbu sat down on the step and started wearing his shoe. I could feel him so close to me and sneaking sideways I could see his hands as he wore his shoes.

He was done with both while I just sat there muddling with my shoe lace. He stood up and moved ahead when I could finally managed to look up but my gaze landed on something he must have left while he sat on the set for wearing shoes. His wallet.

Oh! I looked up and found him walking towards the exit. Shittt!

I quickly picked up the wallet and stood there watching him go away, the leather felt old and soft under my touch. I looked down and with uncertainty I opened the flap only to my surprise it had..... a picture, our picture? Ammi was smiling holding me. I looked up, Abbu was nowhere. I looked down again on the picture, I couldn't remember the picture being taken.... Abbu had us with him all that time.

I was frozen in my place, couldn't even move my one hand holding the wallet and the other trying to take out the picture when I felt my wrist being caught and my head jerked up.

My eyes met a pair of frowning, deep orbs penetrating into me. I couldn't blink, couldn't utter a word as his gaze studied my features, all of them, while I just stood there with my breaths caught up in my throat.

He was in front of me, it was a first.

"This isn't what you do in a mosque son"

Son! he called me son.

His hand was still holding my wrist. My throat was so dry I could hardly reply but then I had to and cleared my throat.

"you left it here on the step while wearing you shoes. Am sorry I shouldn't have opened it, but I didn't steal it. My name is Ram and what one should do in a mosque I don't know" His grip around my wrist visibly loosened and I dunno why but a sudden change of expressions I noticed on his face, was it disappointment? Or something else? Did he recognize me? No, he couldn't.

Slowly his hand let go off my wrist, I was extending the wallet towards him and my gaze firm on his face. And when he held it I added. "You can count the money if it has any, am here. Make sure all is intact inside" And crossed my arms at my front. Abbu had taken me as a robber!

He took Ammi as a murderer and me as a robber. Oh God! Abbu ap kab logo ko parakhna seekhen ge? You are still bad at tackling people, too very disappointing!

"And may I ask what Ram is doing in a mosque?" he was interrogating now. I remained calm while he had a little frown in his eyes.

"came for this" I took out the sleek envelope fatima had given me, in the parking a young boy was distributing the flyers stating Donate for the Famine Victim, I had taken one and kept in the envelope. It was completely unplanned but thankfully came at handy in front of the interrogator cum father of mine.

I took out the flyer and showed him. "Came to collect donations for the victims, I have heard Muslims do not discriminate between needy people, doesn't mater they are blacks or brown Muslims believe in.... uh.... " I scratched my brow as I pretended to forget the last part.

"In charity" He completed my sentence and I smiled.

"Exactly. They believe in charity" I nodded sheepishly. He ignored my smile, took the wallet out from his pocket, opened it and my gaze once again caught sight of myself there right there in his hands. There were cards and inside pocket were a handful of notes, he took out all of them and quietly pushed into the envelope.

"the child is beautiful" I asked smiling as I pointed towards his still wide open wallet. For a moment he gawked my face didn't utter a word then looked down at the picture and his jaws clenched.

His gaze still at the picture as his thumb touched the face. "He is my son" his voice came out from the deepest caves. I gulped down the urge to vomit anything in front of him. Such longing I could see in his eyes the way he looked down at the picture.

"What's his name?" I heard myself asking. He was still looking down.

"Haider"

And my name felt the best coming from him, I had never loved it more in life. I fought back all the tears and foolish emotions.

Abbu looked up, I looked away quickly flashing a smile. "Thank you for the donation, God bless you" and with that I had no courage to stand there anymore, I walked past him and almost ran towards my car.

I met him, I met Abbu. He was so like me he was all human, like any normal usual human being and here I was thinking what he would be like... thinking about his voice, thinking about the way he would talk and thinking about the way he will look at me when we will first meet. 

I have met him finally.... but he couldn't recognize me, Abbu couldn't recognize me Ammi!

Mominah| Kashmir

"Dr. Mominah here is the test report you had asked for" Shazia, my P.A kept the file on my table in front of me. I looked down, wearing my reading glasses.

"Where is the MRI?" I looked up, finding it nowhere inside.

"Its still there, the lab boy says it will take a little more time" she apologized and I gave her a disapproving look onto which she pressed her lips together.

"For how many times do I have to remind you that I need my reports on time Shazia, ask him to send to my room as quick as he can and change Mr. Shah's appointment. Tell him his reports aren't ready yet, reschedule it for tomorrow morning" after instructing her I started to read the scan reports.

Shazia was about to leave when she stopped in the doorframe, and turned, I kept reading the reports. "Uh- Dr Mominah your.... Your guest.....umm

I looked up, she sounded hesitant. I rolled my eyes taking off my glasses and looked closely at her face. "What is it with him now?"

"He is waiting since morning" She informed.

"I know. What else?" I curtly demanded, she was wasting my damn time.

"He has asked me for like a million of times when will you call him in and...

"He clearly knows Shazia that these are my clinic timings and I do not cater aquantances, I am dealing here with my patients I can not invite friends and family here. Go and tell him for the last time"

"He doesn't listen to...

"Call the guards. Throw him out" I cut her through and resumed my reading, wearing the glasses back.

Shazia left the room, I studied the reports the scan was suspicious but I had to see the MRI before confirming him his stage. Wali Shah was one of my old patients, he used to visit for his normally high blood pressure and stuff which gets a must in his age but he was recently been diagnosed with a lump in his throat and I was afraid it was a cyst containing tumor.

Shutting back the file I looked down at my wrist watch and then turned to see the screen on my wall, there were just two patients left in today's list but I guess they hadn't appeared for checkup, though their names were in the appointment list.

I leaned back in the seat with my head resting back and eyes shut when my cellphone rang up. Opening my eyes I looked down and suddenly all the weariness vanished.

"Assalam-o-Alaikum!" Haider's voice gave solace to my tired brain, I smiled keeping the phone to my ear.

"Walaikum Assalam! These are my work hours Mr. Haider Hussain and I hope you know this, and if not let me....

"I saw him Ammi" his words cut me through. For a split of a second Hussain came to my mind and then I jerked the thought away. "I have seen him here in London, he is here Ammi" but Haider's words and his tone was confirming what my mind was saying.

"I have patients Haider" I tried to end the call though my words betrayed.

"Ammi I met him, I met Abu" He urgently stated. My hand freezed in its place.

"I have to see my patient beta" My voice sounded so much weak this time.

"Ammi he had a picture with him. I saw it and you know what, it had me and you in it. Ammi Abu misses us, he misses you..."

"Mr. Haider Hussain I want you back in Kashmir as quick as you can. Board the next possible flight and come back home. Did you hear me?" I demanded loud and clear. For a few moments no reply came then I heard him taking a sigh.

"You have your patients, you better get back to work Ami" Haider played my own words back on me. I rolled my eyes.

"DID YOU HEAR ME?" I demanded again.

"Deal your patients well, don't prick extra injections in their bums. Be sweet to them okay?"

"Haider Hussain! You better reply me.....Haider? Haide.... Ya Allah ye lerka mein kia karoon is ka!" I looked at my phone screen as he hung up in the middle.

I saw him Ammi

I saw him here

He misses you

He misses us...

His words keep ringing at the back of my head. Hussain was in London, why? How? And what about Ammi? And Shehry and Amna and Maha.... Oh God! He met him, pata nai Hussain usey pehchana ho ga ya naheen?kaheen wo usey... nahee, Hussain Haider ko nuksan nai puhancha sakta wo baap hea us ka mager... mager wo Maya ka beta bhi to hea. Ya Allah!

I held my head in both my hands and shut my eyes, the weariness was back again. The door got knocked, I knew it was Shazia I didn't look up.

"Dr Mominah the last two patients aren't coming and I have mailed Mr. Shah about.....Are you okay?" she stopped and then inquired. I looked up with the same weary tired eyes and Shazia's expressions turned into concern.

"Am fine"

"You don't look fine, you should take rest" She stepped forward and I sighed, nodding.

Collecting my stethoscope I got up and started to pick up the files when Shazia came forward and held them.

"I will manage, you leave" she pressed an assuring smile, I nodded. "Jaiye ap or dihan rakhiye ga apna"

"Allah hafiz" I said and stepped out, Shazia had called the driver to take out my car already.

"Maya...." My feet halted in the middle as I was being called. I turned finding Khushal stepping towards me urgently, he hadn't changed a bit, just his hair had turned a little grey otherwise he was the same Khushal Mominah knew.

"Khushal its Mominah" I corrected him and he rolled his eyes, waving a hand in the air.

"You were, are and will be Maya for me. Stop correcting me" he smiled.

"And you can definitely come to my place, stop disturbing my work hours or else trust me I will get you thrown out by the guards" I threatened him, he knew they were just grumpy words no more than that. 

Khushal laughed a little, shaking his head.

I would have never talked back to him or contacted him again only if he hadn't been just an integral part during the Kashmir independence. In ways more than one he had given favors to me, to Maulana sahib and today I can rightly state that Kashmir's independence has the sweat and blood of an Indian, of a Hindu who loved Kashmir.

"I still love Kashmir Maya didi" He was smiling and I frowned. "Off course you were thinking about those days, I can tell by your face" he claimed, I sighed, together we started to walk out of the hospital.

"Priya is getting engaged this Sunday" Khushal informed and I stopped, looked at him and a pleasant smile crept on to my lips, after a long time I genuinely smiled.

"Congratulations Khushal, kon hea lerka? Kia kerta hea?" I asked. I was actually happy for them all.

"Architect hai, yaheen Max and Companies mein, achi pay hea shareef hai. Anil nam hai, us k pita ji bhi...

"Pita ji ka mein ne kia kerna hea Khushal?" I cut him through and he made a face. "Ye batao is Priya happy? Did you even ask for her approval ya phir tum or Saroo khud he...." I left my sentence in complete.

"Love marriage hea janab. Aj kal k bachey bhala kahan mata pita ki suntey hen" he mentioned with a little tint of disapproval hidden there, but I knew Khushal was happy, happy for his only daughter he was that kind of a father who would love his children to the fullest and can go to any limit for their happiness. He was happy in her joy I could see that and it made me happy. Very happy.

"What happened?" he asked amused, I was smiling to nothing.

"Nothing, its just that you have made me very happy Khushal, happy and proud. Thank you for being there for me, am glad you have proved to be a human being after all that time" I said genuinely and he smiled softly.

"I was always a human being Didi, you are late to acknowledge" I heard him remarking.

My driver was waiting for me outside, he looked at me and got straightened a bit as he was about to to open to the back door for me.

"Bring Haider and Ram too, don't forget" Khushal added.

"they are still in London, not back yet"

"Really? But I have seen Ram today on my way to factory. I couldn't stop and meet him I was in a rush but...." Khushal stopped as he saw my changing expressions.

"I need to reach back home Khushal, will talk later inn shaa Allah" I pressed a quick smile and sat in the car, the driver shut the door came to the driver's side and took the seat.

I knew Haider didn't come back, he had sent Ram back alone. "Haider Hussain you are grounded"

My car drove out from the premises of Shri Shiva Avinash Memorial Hospital; a three story mega project standing in the heart of Kashmir. When I thought about this hospital I had just one motif; to provide treatment to needy and poor to spread happiness and assure people of Kashmir that their lives are precious and they are safe here and in return I wanted prayers, prayers for dada and Radha, I wanted peace for them eternal peace to their souls.

I still remember the day Khushal found me in Jammu, the days we were fighting for independence, Haider was just two Khushal brought a little baby with himself.... two years old Raam, a few months older than haider. He was a token of happiness and joy in my life but the news about Dada and Radha's murder was heartbreaking. I couldn't talk for days, it was hard to get over with the pain. 

Dev could go to any limit just to get the seat, post and rank and he finally got that after he removed all the hurdles. I wonder sometimes, humans strive for this world so much.... what if they strive the half of it for heaven, i hope half of the struggle would be enough to please Allah. Ye duniya to kabhi khush nai hoti mager Rabb bus thori si koshish se man jata hea. 

I had left my case in the hands of God, I knew Dev would burn, burn in hell fire for whatever he had done and I wasn't brave enough to forgive him at least. 

Car drove through roads of Kashmir, independent Kashmir. Ah! It used to be a dream and today it stands all firm in front of my eyes. Today it was Kashmir, not as a part of India neither of Pakistan but as an independent state of its own. Kashmir. The most beautiful the most peaceful.

Only if maulana sahib was alive today..... zinda hotey to shaid khushi se he marr jaty. I smiled and pressed the button, glass came down and fresh air touched my face it felt good.

But I was happy for him, at least he lived a few last years of his life in his dream Azaad khud-mukhtaar Kashmir. Where we have hospitas and universities and we welcome tourists and we have all what others have and things which others don't have; peace and love and harmony.

Car stopped in the drive way, Bashir chacha shut the gates at our back. I stepped out and the driver picked up my briefcase.

It was colder outside, keeping the shawl even clung around me I stepped inside and found him coming out from the kitchen holding a bowl of... what seems like ice cream to me. He stopped and grinned, beaming the widest smile towards me.

"Assalam-o-alaikum bua!"

"Walaikum Assalam!" I crossed my arms at my front. "And may I inquire why are you standing here alone Ram?"

He kept the bowl on the counter and walked neared. "Am not Ram, am Haider and Haider is here, who is back there in London is not Haider he is Ram and Ram is there." He blabbered while I just frowned. "Aesa he kuch bolney ko bola tha ap k idiot betey ne" he then mentioned and I rolled my eyes, as I shook my head.

"Bua you are most intelligent woman I have ever met in this world but I dunno ye ap ka beta kis gadhey per gaya hea.....

"Raaam!!!!" I eyed him on to which he sheepishly grinned.

"Pata hea pata hea kis per gaya hea. Am sorry" he again picked up the bowl and waked closer.

He leaned closer and whispered. "I think its about a girl"

I gawked his face. "A girl?" I couldn't believe. "Haider is staying in London because of a girl? Ya Allah ye lerka.... Mujhy bata sakta tha mein mana kerti kia?" pulling off my shawl I placed it on the sofa, it was centrally heat up inside the house, it felt okay with only a duppatta over my head.

"Abhi thora kacha hea na is mamley mein, experience nai hea becharey ko usey laga kaheen ap naraz na ho jaen so he....

"he never hides anything from me Ram, unlike few who have started to hide things from Bua" I complaint and sat down in the couch, he quickly came by my side with his eyes wide open.

"What did I hide Bua? You know about Rida, you know about Payal and you were the first one I told about my crush for my Math teacher, plus you know about that bus wali lerki who used to give me kinky smiles and you also know about Megha. Now what did I ever hide from you? You know the whole damn list" He kept on saying and I raised my brow, looking at screen at my front wall.

"And who is Preet?" I demanded the spoon fell off from his hand, I held my smile.

"What the fried eff! Did haider tell you anything?" he was shocked and I chuckled.

"You know him Ram, he knew you would tell me about him and some girl so he already told me about Preet and you" I smiled and he smacked his forehead, keeping the bowl on the table.

"Bua this son of yours.... I swear upon the god of all gods am going to break his throat, let him touch the land of Kashmir and trust me zayaa ho jana us ne merey hathon" he aggressively stated and I laughed shaking my head.

"You may do whatever you want to do with him, but first let him come back. I don't think he is coming any time soon" I stood up and picked up my shalw.

"Ap k liye khana garam ker doon Bua?" I heard Ram as I stepped out from the hall.

"Thank you beta, I had a heavy lunch" I called back.

Pata nai Haider kab wapas aaye ga.

"Don't worry Bua Haider will be back soon" He called again louder this time and I smiled, unable to say anything.

Haider has found hm.... He met him... my gaze shifted up to the walls of gallery, pensive of beautiful memories. I stopped and looked at the frames; different sizes, different faces but same smile.

I remember when I thought about the house I wanted it to be exactly like what Hussain's house was in Lahore, I wanted it to be a memory and so it had become with all the pictures, smiling and a few grumpy faces looking back at me through the frames Haider hung in the gallery.

looking at them my heart sank into the pensive of memories. 

"Haider what are you doing beta? Ram kia hea ye sab?" her eyes were blindfolded as she was being taken out from her room in the middle of night.

"Ammi khamosh!"

"Bua you are being kidnapped, Hu-ha-ha-ha-ha!" Ram who was holding her left hand laughed like a retarded villain of c grade Bollywood movie onto which Haider looked at him.

"Keep your Shakti kappor inside saley"

"han tu aaya vadda Varun Dhawan" Ram had countered onto which he rolled his eyes jerking the collar of his shirt.

"Am hotter than him, am taller."

"You two stop fightingand tell me where are we going?" Mominah scolded them. "Am telling you if this is one of your stupid pranks I will kill you both with my bare hands. I have got work tomorrow and here I am God knows stuck in what?" She kept on saying when Ram and Haider looked at eachotehr with a look..... she better likes it werna we are gone Ram!

Ram nodded assuring him she would like their surprise.

"And here we are Ammi" Haider announced as they stopped.

"One. Two. And Three......" with that Ram pulled the blind fold off her eyes, she squinted her eyes and then opened them coming face to face with Ram and Haider and the stupid grins of those 17 years old boys, she loved the most.

"And what was it all abou...... hey why are the walls covered?" Her gaze shifted back to the wall of the gallery, they were standing. They were covered with silk fabric. Mominah looked at them two.

"What is this?"

Haider heaved up a sigh getting aside. "Go ahead, this is something for you Ammi" he urged her to go and Mominah looked at Ram who smiled.

Mominah stepped forward and looked at the huge grey silk covering the walls to her left and right. She touched the fabric and pulled, the light adhesive tape attached at the top got detached the silk came down in her feet.

Mominah's eyes were fixed on the wall which looked so not like before; there were frames of different shapes and different smiles looking back at her. She couldn't help but stare them all; Maya, Maha and Shehry and him.... She couldn't believe her eyes, it felt they all were in front of her, in her reach, she would step closer and touch them. Their faces and their smiles were so much alive.

It stood alive in front of her, just over a wall all her memories and those days and nights she had spent with a stranger who became her best friend, a girl who got closer than a real sister and the man she loved, she worshiped. 

These pics were in one of her old computer's folder, she had already buried it up under the dust of days and night but... it was password protected and she never shared the password with...

"How?... how did you two..... " she wanted to ask, but then she looked at the other wall to her left, the silk was still there Mominah touched the fabric and felt the visible shiver in her hand when the fabric came down and her whole world stopped around her.

She had forgotten about Haider and Ram, about the folder and the password.... About anything else when she came face to face with a handful of frames, all of Hussain. she moved closer and her fingers touched a frame where he had a smile on his face and she instantly remembered Shehry had taken the picture when Khadija once visited and they all went for lunch together, Hussain was so reluctant.

Her gaze shifted to another frame in which he was bent down over his old bike and was winding it up, Maha had taken to picture and posted it on some social site with the caption "Hussain with his russi hui voti" oh God! How mad he went when he came to know about the picture and Maya had taken the blame on herself, Maha was saved but Maya.... Grounded.

"Happy anniversary Bua" Mominah's stream of thoughts broken when she heard Ram at her side, She looked at him with her teary eyes. Tears soaking her face. Ram smiled and wiped the tears.

"Haider!" she turned and looked at her son, standing there staring the pictures on the wall with his eyes plain, no tears at all.

"I hope someone had wished him too Amii, I hope he remembers you and me and I hope he is fine and...." He stopped and gulped down the emotions flooding inside him, Mominah hiccuped and stepped forward embracing him in her arms.

Mominah was sobbing over his chest, while he just stood there hugging her back securing her in his strong arms. He kissed her head and rested his chin over there for uncountable moments when they heard a complaining voice.

"Bus ker diya na paraya mujhey, mein to hoon he nai kisi ka.... Bata saley kitni mushkil se dhoond dhoond ker di tujhey tasweeren, or yahan dekho kesey mother India is embracing her only son.....

"Shut up Ram" Mominah smiled through the tears as she extended her arm and Ram smiled like a puppu coming into her embrace.

"mother India has two sons. Bhool gaye tum?" Mominah had said and both of them smiled through the flooding eyes.

"Bua you stopped here again? Come on go have rest" The voice broke my stupor, I felt warmth in my eyes.

"few memories are worth stopping for beta" I smiled looking at the the frames and felt he wrapped his arms around my shoulders, I rested my hand above his arms and he rested his chin over my shoulder.

"And few people are worth melting for, I melt for you every time I look at you" he flaunted a dialogue from an old Disney hit. I smiled patting his face.

"no wonder you are a lady's man Ram, tumhari baton k aage konsi lerki ho gi jo impress nai ho gi" I remarked and Ram pulled up straight.

"Kia Bua itna bhi dil phenk nai hea ub apka Raam" he made a face and I smiled.

"Come on tell me about Preet"

"Uh- wo...um... I have to call Haider, I didn't even inform him about my safe arrival, bechara pareshan ho raha ho ga" Ram tried to escape when I stopped him.

"I have never seen you stuttering over a girl Raam, Preet must be special han!" I smirked and he smiled that cute Ram's signature smile and scratch his head.

"Uh- subha bataoon ga, theek?" he offered and I smiled nodding.

"Go sleep, will talk in morning" I patted his cheek and turned for my room. 

After a long time Mominah's POV. 

P.S. I wanted to kill the character, I mean Maya (Mominah) but then, I didn't want droning over my house :D after what I did to Heer..... I couldn't do the same to Maya, though I wanted it badly :( #monsterwriter #ilovesadendings

Just a few more chappies and Redemption will be completed, Inn Shaa Allah