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Chapter 7.16. Adam and Iblees

Nauman's POV

"So it was a bad day, yeah?"

"Everyday is a bad day" his voice was hoarse, words pain laden and tone tired.

I looked up from the book open wide in my lap; he was still in the bed, his forehead in bandage, lower lip swollen and a cut was evident near his right nostril. His gaze was permanently fixed on the ceiling above, he looked shattered not because of the accident but the bruises seemed far deeper than the skin.

"that's okay son! Life gets snotty sometimes. Don't take it to your heart"

"My life sucks" it was a gritted whisper, dry emotionless and for a moment I just looked at his face trying to get to know but than I dropped the thought. I didn't want to drag those already tattered things.

"So what if this life isn't perfect, its not Jannah" I stated and he looked at me, for the first time his gaze detached from the ceiling and I smiled showing him his book.

"you have written it here, your words am repeating"

"Its not mine, neither are they my words" he looked back on the ceiling as I frowned.

I got up from the chair, kept his Quran on the side table. "Then whose book is this?" for a few moments he remained silent.

"Iblees" I looked at his face in utter confusion as he uttered. "Iblees's book"

"Iblees? You mean Satan. How can he carries Allah's book?" I asked with a little chuckle. This boy was surely interesting, there was something in him, his eyes spoke more than words.

"Iblees he hea wo; ghuroor kerne wali, fakhar kerney wali apni ibadat per, apney sajdon per Khuda se muhabbat per akerrne wali Iblees. Adam ko hakeer samajhney wali Iblees. Wo Iblees he hea...." I gawked at his face, I couldn't decide it was hatred or pain in his words.

It was definitely pain as a tear slowly escaped his eye.

"I need to get back home" his voice interrupted my thoughts, he winced a little as he tried to get up and I quickly held him by shoulders making him sit in the bed.

"you can take rest if you want" I offered but he remained quiet and with a little difficulty he got his feet down the bed, his breaths became a little heavy already as he stayed there for a few moments.

He glanced down at the wrist watch and then his hand raked through his hair."Shehry must be worried. Its too late"

"I couldn't find your phone, or else I would have informed someone in your dialed list" I explained, he was standing already.

"That's okay"

"I will drop you home" I stated and picked up my car keys.

He picked up his Quran and we stepped out from the room, I brought him out form the house to the car and made him sit in the seat next to mine. The whole way, he was silent only staring down at the black heavy book in his lap, his fingers caressing the cover softly.

"Whats your name?"I started a conversation casually and he looked at my face as if was being dragged out of the puddle of his thoughts.

"Hussain" He told me and I smiled, extending my right hand towards him.

"Nauman." we shook hands, he tried to press a smile but failed utterly.

Once again silence.....

"lagta hea buhat naraz ho tum Iblees se" I stated casually.

He remained silent. "you know there was one similarity and one difference between Adam and Iblees" I stated, as expected he didn't respond so I continue. "both of them disobeyed Allah, but Adam repented, cried his eyes out and asked for forgiveness and so was forgiven but Iblees, Iblees went arrogant and keep on disobeying Allah"

"We all commit mistakes but one should be like Adam not Iblees" I added, trying to deliver my point but still he was silent as if he hadn't listen a word of it.

"apko buhat pareshani hui meri waja se. Am sorry for the inconvenience" he stated lowly as I stopped in front of a building according to the directions he was giving and I smiled.

"Am a firm believer of fate, jisy jab or jesey milna likha hea naseeb mein wo tab or wesey mil jata hea, you can not stop anything from coming" I said, his gaze was once again firm on the Quran.

"Naseeb ko mantey hen ap?" he asked, not looking at me and I nodded. "Bilkul"

"Allah ko bhi mantey hon ge phir to" he asked further.

"Apney wajood se berh ker Us k wojood per yaqeen hea" I replied honestly and he looked at my face, his eyes blood shot and face pale.

"kehtey hen ajnabiyon ki duaen lagti hen, ap mere liye Allah se dua kijiye ga k Wo mujhey maaf kerdey, mein Adam hoon Iblees nai"

There was something in his gaze that caught my tongue and I couldn't respond, and when I tried to he was already stepping out from the car. Without looking back or waving a good bye he limped up to the building and disappeared.

Kuch ajeeb sa tha us mein; jesey do kashtiyon mein sawaar insaan, kabhi khud se naraz to kabhi.....

I heaved up a sigh. "ajeeb mamley hen terey perwardigaar! Insaan is duniya ki dorr mein na Adam ban pata hea na Iblees"

Hussain's POV

"Shehry! am perfectly fine, stop parading. You are giving me willies" I touched my forehead as I begged him to calm down, he was doing this march pass since I stepped in the house.

"Saley, Ullo k Pathey, Harami thy kon wo log?" ignoring my statement, he asked the same question for the millionth of time but I didn't tell him about Josh and Darwa. He was already angry I didn't want him to be even messier.

"I dunno man! Street robbers maybe" I lied.

"And the person who took you to hospital...

"it wasn't a hospital, it was his home I guess. Pakistani tha koi. Nauman. He dropped me back home as well" I told him and he remained quiet, his gaze searching my face.

"Tujhey doodh la ker doon? Ya kuch kha le pehley, I have made chicken curry. You will love it. Tu ruk mein lata hoon" he sounded still in panic as he kept on blabbering looking here and there and I rolled my eyes.

"Shehry!" I held his wrist when he was about to get up from the brim of my bed. "am okay, relax ker tu. Kuch nai hua mujhey" I assured him and he just looked at my face. He reached for my face, his fingers softly traced along the bandage over my forehead and his eyes concern laden.

"you just don't know how I spent those few hours with you missing, not attending my calls... nobody knew where the shit had you gone. Phatt gai thi meri, janta hea tu?" even his anger had pain and I gulped down the lump in my throat.

"na kiya ker meri itni fiker. Itni muhabbat itne salook k kabil nai hea tera bhai" I stated and he groaned in frustration as he got up.

"dekh! Tu Raj banja, Rahul banja, Aryan or Arman ban ja mager Khuda ka wasta hea... hath jorrta hoon terey aagey ye manhoos Devdaas na ban jaya ker Haramiiii!" he ended his statement rather loud and forcefully and I couldn't help but smile at his drama.

"Khana la dey, bhook lagi hea" I said and he shook his head before walking out of the room and I heaved up a long deep breath resting my head with the back post of my bed.

One should be Adam not Iblees.....

Adam repented, cried and asked for forgiveness... Iblees was arrogant....

Should I also ask for forgiveness? But how? Allah won't listen to me, He is angry, he must be hating me... Ub tak to Tehreem ki bad dua bhi sun li hogi Us ne, ub to Wo mujhey kabhi maaf nai karey ga, na wo merey aanso dekhey ga na meri feryaad suney ga.

Tum ro ge terpo ge ghirghirao gem ager tumhen na mafi mili gin a sukoon. Mera Rabb tumhen maaf nai karey ga Hussain!!!

Allah mujhey maaf nai kare ga. Mein Iblees ban jaoon ga... mein Adam se Iblees ban jaoon ga.

....

A few weeks later

"Hussain! this is Alan's notes, you were asking for them?" Hassan passed me a white and grey file as we sat in the library, I was noting down lectures which I missed because of my non serious attitude through out first semester.

"Thanks" I opened the file wide in front of me over the table and started looking for the important lectures, I was only in the first chapter when my gaze caught sight of something which made me forget about the notes.

While you are hating because you didn't get what you want in life... somewhere someone must be dying to have a life like yours. NAK

NAK??? My thoughts traveled back to Tehreem's Quran and my hands stopped where they were, I quickly flipped the pages over almost every page there were scribbling and except a few every one was having the same initials, those alphabets I found in her Quran on the sticking.

I quickly gathered my stuff, shoved them in my bag and got up.

"Hey! Where?" Hassan asked.

"I have to meet Alan"

A part of me didn't want to have answer of the question I had in my mind, seriously why was I after this person? NAK? Why I wanted to know him or meet him? whoever he was and what so ever the relation he had with Tehreem should not be bothering me... but then a part of me was stubborn, a part of me was cursing for the fact I brought her Quran with me.

Pata nai ye sab mujhey kahan le ja raha hea? where am I heading to? What is happening to me? aesa lagta hea aj kal mein khud se kuch nai ker raha, sab kuch khud bakhud ho raha hea merey ird gird.

Alan's POV

"I am Hussain" he extended his hand towards me, he was holding my file in the other hand. I tried not to frown at him as I tried to recognize him, he was surely not in my class or the MSA.

"Alan. Alan Stark" we shook hand, I pressed a smile but he looked rather disturbed, a strange urgency in his behavior as he scratched his eyebrow with his index.

"this is your file?" he asked showing me the file and I nodded.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Yeah sure" he was surely making me curious now.

He opened my file and pointed somewhere. "What is this?" I looked down finding his index over a quote I had scribbled in the dirtiest of handwriting while listening to one of my favorite lectures.

"uh- I didn't get your question. Am sorry...

"Who is this NAK?" he asked clearly this time and I frowned up at his face.

"You don't know?" and he shook his head.

"Numen Ali Khan" he took the name in his white accent. "he is the person whose quote I have jotted down on this and almost every page of my notes, he is a theologian. I don't know why and how but he has got into me too deep, his lectures and those wise talks... whenever I feel down I listen to him and..

"Can you take me to him?" he cut me through, his tone urgent.

"Yeah sure why not. In fact its strange that you being a Muslim student here in New York don't know about him, he regularly visits the MSA...

I stopped in the middle of my statement as he frowned at the mentioning of MSA, he didn't know about that either and I smiled knowingly.

"MSA means Muslim Student Association" I explained.

"Oh okay. So you..... I mean you are not...

He trailed off as he couldn't understand how to ask that question, I causally chuckled over his hesitation.

"he isn't a Islamic scholar only, he is like the best human being I have met so far, he shows the perfect code of conduct to every single human doesn't matter he is a muslim or not. Am a fan man!" I smiled broadly.

"so you are a part of MSA as well?" He asked and I nodded.

"Am not a part of MSA for sure but in conventions they cater other religions as well, its not a hard and fast rule that you have to be a Muslim to listen to good talks" I winked, he tried to press a smile but someone inside him seemed was disturbed, panicked a strange sense of urgency spread throughout.

"its Friday and its almost the time, you can come with me" I suggested and he quickly agreed.

Hussain's POV

I don't know why I did agree to meet that man, I wasn't religious neither had any plan of becoming so but still it felt my feet were automatically headed to the direction so was my heart and mind.

As if somebody had captured my body and soul, as if nothing was in my command anymore as if I was dummy, I was a puppet and the rope was clasped in the hands of somebody I don't know.

It was the same place where once me and Shehry hosted PSA.

MSA, the convention was filled with students and I was literally amazed at the sight; I always thought it was a Muslims' only place but I could see every tint every shade... Alan took me to a hall and showed me the amount of students gathered, huge amount.

"hey Amed!" Alan called a boy, in a group of students a boy turned and Alan waved at him, he waved back before jogging towards us.

"hey man!" they shook hands with a sideways hug and then the boy looked at me.

"he is Hoosen. And Hoosen, he is Amed" Alan introduced and the boy rolled his eyes.

"He meant Ahmad and you must be Hussain or Hassan?" Ahmad clarified as he extended his hand towards me and I smiled.

"Hussain"

"Nice meeting you" he smiled back

Alan told him about my purpose of being there and Ahmad took my custody as he assured Alan he would take me to the person.

And then after about ten minutes he took me to the same hall Alan showed me, it was a huge hall, I remembered each and every moment from the PSA show me and Shehry hosted a couple of years back. That time I was on the stage this time I am here the other side.

The host came and the convention started formally, I wasn't listening to anything my gaze was roaming here and there. And then he announced...

"the moral, ethical, spiritual and psychological decline of the Muslim ummah is due to the lack of connection with Quran..... this is where the lecture ended, now lets call Ustaad back on the stage to continue." The boy in the mike announced and a few whispers were heard, my eyes widened in disbelief as I saw the man climbing the stairs up to the stage, he went straight to the podium and stood straight keeping the book he was holding on the dice...

Nauman????

Nauman's POV

He looked embarrassed as he sat there in front of me, he was constantly fidgeting with his fingers the Quran was in his lap even today.... Iblees ka Quran.

"tum ye Iblees ka Quran her jaga sath le ker phirty ho?" I asked and he looked up at me as if he wasn't expecting this.

"I... I dunno. I just keep it with me" he replied and I smiled.

"But I know the reason" I claimed and a small frown appeared on his forehead. "you feel safe with it" I added and the frown faded.

"Nai, aesa kuch nai bus.....

He tried to condemn but then stopped, his heart knew I was right, his soul knew this was the reason. There was no need to deny it

"us rat pata nai kia kia kaha mein ne, you should have stopped me. I didn't know you were a theologian or...

My sudden chuckle made him stop in the middle of his apology as he frowned.

"to agar mein bata deta k mein koi Mulla type hoon to tum apne dil ki bat mujh se na kerty, right?" I asked and he remained quiet, meant yes.

"agar aesa hota Hussain to phir Allah se koi apne dil ki bat share na kerta" I stated and he blinked his eyes.

"You just said in your lecture that people can talk to Allah, right?" he asked and I smiled with a nod.

"can you?"

I nodded again. "we all can Hussain!"

"Can you teach me?"

I stayed quiet for a moment, there was hope or something in his eyes I found strange and unique; not easily found in youth these days.

"When we read Quran Allah talks to us and when we pray we talk to Him" I told him.

"But I cant talk to Him, He won't listen to me. Am a sinner, gunehgaar hoon mein" his gaze was lowered as he spoke.

"So we all are. So was Adam. He was forgiven too" I replied and he looked up at my face.

He didn't say anything, I continued. "Acha agar seekh gaye bat kerna Allah se, to kia bat karo ge?"

"Poochoon ga Us se k kia waqai mein Iblees hoon, kia waqai nafrat k laiq hoon kia waqai Wo mujhy maaf nai kare ga?"

"His mercy is far greater than our sins Hussain! hamarey gunah samander k pani jitney bhi ho jaen tab bhi nadamat k ek aansoo per Allah maaf ker deta hea"

"per us ne kaha tha k mein chahe kitna he ro loon, ghirghira loon us ka Rabb mujhey maaf nai kare ga" his frown was deep in his forehead now and gaze fixed on the Quran he was holding firm in his hands. It was as if he was talking to himself, as if he forgot my presence there.

"kisi k kehney se Allah ki rehmatein kam nai ho jateen Hussain! you only have to remember one thing...." I stopped and he looked up at me. "trust in Him"

"He can't be seen but we trust His presence, He can't be touched but we trust His presence. Wo na ho ker bhi hea Hussain! you just need to look into your heart and He will be right there, go talk to him now" I smiled, trying to assure him and he blankly blinked at me.

"Can I ask you a favor?" he asked and I frowned a little but then I gestured him to go ahead.....

Gul's POV

"but aunty why did you let him go?" I asked helpless but the next moment I felt bad for the poor mother who was left alone, there was no use of getting upset with her off course Ibraheem was her only son and I don't know how it feels when the only child leaves you but am sure the feeling sucks.

"God forbid if he....

"Aunty please!" I cut her up, kneeling in front of her. "You don't worry, we all know him how impulsive and short tempered Ibraheem is but he can never do a thing to harm himself or anybody. Trust me he will be okay, maybe he is right he just needs a little time with himself" I tried to assure her.

I looked to my left, Waleed was sitting all silent with his gaze down on the table. He looked worried; do all these doctors that sensitive???

"Abhi to mera beta mujhey mila tha or....

"Aunty trailed off, sniffling.

"kuch time akela rahe ga na ap k bagher to aqal thikaney aa jaye gi janab ki. Ap dekhiye ga bhaga bhaga aa jaye ga" I held her face in my hands and wiped the soaking cheeks.

"What if he won't come?" she looked at me with moisten eyes and face horror struck.

Dispite the fear in my heart I tried to press a smile. "I will bring him back Aunty! Ap dekhiye ga, chitter marti hui kaan se paker ker do litter laga ker, apk pas wapas le aaon gi Randhawey ko" even after all the efforts the stubborn tear escaped my eye and I pulled her into me for a hug.

After staying with her for a little more time we left. Waleed was quiet as he drove out from the building parking.

"Is every doctor happens to be like you?" I asked and he glanced at me with a light frown on his forehead. "I mean, sensitive and worrying for everybody"

"tumhen damagh ka nai, dil ka doctor hona chaiye tha" I claimed.

He chuckled a little, throwing his head back... he looked good, the sound of his laughter was even beautiful just like he was, a beautiful human being.

"Am sorry you couldn't meet Ibraheem" I stated and he pressed his lips in a thin line nodding his head.

"Its okay, some other time" he smiled.

"it means you are going to tag along everywhere I will go from now?" I asked trying to sound irritated and he looked at me.

"I have no issue in being tagged along you" he stated simply, honestly and I couldn't help but smile at him.

"so when are you going back to Dubai?" I asked and he made a thoughtful face.

"yar bus ek kaam phansa hua hea wo ho jaye to will move back"

"konsa kam?" I asked, was he trying to hide his smile?

"ek lerki hea, kafi din se koshish ker raha hoon pataney k imager bat nai ban pa rahi" he stated casually and I bit onto my lower lip holding my giggle.

"am amazed Waleed! Tum flirt bhi itni sanjeedgi se ker lety ho" I remarked and he chuckled.

"Laanat hea aesi sanjeedgi per jo is k baad bhi wo na maney" he said and I smiled, shaking my head.

Tehreem's POV

I don't know kise samjhaoon? Mom Dad would never listen to me, even Shehry is taking their side... I can't get it why they don't understand my view. Mere sath sath ye us lerki bhi zindagi kharab keren ge, jab mein usey pasand he nai kerta, jaanta he nai usey to kun bat karoon? Bat aagey berhani he nai phir ye chatting waghera ka kia maqsad?

Nai karoon ga bat or na he shadi karoon ga, ker k dikhaen zaberdasti ye sab merey sath.... Mein....

"Allah Hu Akbar... Allah hu Akbar"

"Ashhadu Alla ilaha Illah.....

Mu'azin's voice brought me out of the trance of those words, those pages wide open in my lap. In past few months I had read all those pages for uncountable times; his hatred, that reluctance, and then the change... that sudden change, in words and in emotions. I don't know what was the reason, I had never done anything to him, I wasn't that pretty neither I had anything special then how could his hatred turn into love for me?

A tear escaped from my lashes and rolled down to my cheek, I quickly wiped it away and got up from the bed, keeping the diary safe under the pile of my clothes in the cupboard making sure it was far from Arsalan's reach.

Arsalan.....

3 months have been passed, I was no more Tehreem Sultan, I was no more a girl I had already turned into a woman, Tehreem Arsalan.

My heart still ache no matter how hard I was trying to be a pious righteous wife for him, still there was something lacking, still I couldn't make him happy.

Performing wadhu I spread the prayer mat and sat down for supplication before offering Salat.

"Tehreem!" Suddenly the door to the room flung open as I heard his voice.

"Tehr....

I turned my head finding him standing in the door frame holding the knob as if was being stopped forcefully in the mid way, his gaze was frowned down at me and I couldn't get what did I do this time?

"For how many times do I have to remind you Tehreem! stop with all this" he marched into my direction and I frowned at his sudden embark.

"What are you talking about Arsalan?" I got up, still on the prayer mat. He raked his hand through his hair, he seemed frustrated.

"ye her waqt ja'-e-namaz per mat bethi raha karo, kia sabit kerna chahti ho han! Batao...." He urged me to speak but I just didn't know what to say. "kia show karana chahti ho k buhat pak daman buhat namazi perhaizgaar ho?"

Tears build up in my eyes as I gulped down the lump in my throat. "aesa kuch nai" I could hardly say.

"Aesa he hea Tehreem! but trust me a character once stained is stained forever. No matter how hard you try to wash it up, the stain won't go" his eyes peered into my teary ones, his index pointed towards me.

"So you should better stop this act. Kam se kam Allah ko dhoka mat do" my heart dropped down in my tummy as he spatted those words that venom pierced deep in my heart.

"Mom dad are coming, I came to inform you. ub betho is musalley per or bahao ye jhoot moot k aansoo" he snapped before marching out from the room, slamming the door hard at his back and I shivered in my place.

My knees suddenly failed to keep up any more and I fell over the prayer mat, with my face deep dug in my palms and tear soaking them.

Shehry's POV

A few months later.....

His phone was ringing all loud as I stepped out from the bathroom, I had to reach studio in an hour meeting Waqas we had to finalize the dates for the promotion of the movie and also a few changes were to be brought in the release date.

"Hussain! your phone" I called him loud but he was nowhere to be seen, no response either. I shook my head and picked up his banging phone.

"Hello!"

"Hello! Am Thew Mavens from St. Georges college is this Mr. Hussain am speaking to?"

"Uh- no, its Shehryar. Am his brother. He isn't here actually, is all okay?"

"Its not actually, we have to inform him that his name will be struck out from the batch as he didn't attend any class in the on going semester and this is alarming for the final exams"

"What???" I literally threw out a gasp as he stated, I couldn't believe that.

"There must be some misunderstanding Sir! I drop him every day to his college, how is it possible that he didn't attend classes then?"

"he has attended a handful of classes at the very start of this semester Mr Shehryar! he didn't give his Mocks plus he didn't even apply for the final examination. I dunno where he goes but your brother is not attending college"

My head spun, I couldn't understand what was going on.

He hung up, I just stood there holding the phone still shocked.

Something struck my mind and I quickly dialed numbers from Hussian's phone.

"Hey bro! where the eff are you lost han?" Hassan's voice came.

"Shehry here" I stated and for a moment he went quiet.

"Hassan! I need you to answer me honestly for whatever I will ask now" I told him.

"Uh- okay. what happened Shehry? where is Hussain?"

I ignored his question. "Hussain is not attending classes for last six months and you didn't even bother to tell me" I stated, though there was no point of being angry on him.

"Uh- umm I don't know Shehry!"

"Don't lie Hassan! I got a call from your college they are about to struck his name off the batch" I told him.

"Shitt! Man! I warned him... I knew this will happen one day" he almost stated to himself.

"College nai hota to kahan jata hea?" I asked and he went silent. "Hassan! For God's sake, tell me"

"he has joined the MSA" he told me, hesitation clear in his tone and I frowned.

"MSA? Muslim students association?" I asked.

"Yup. Its been months since he joined them and now he is hardly seen in the campus, in fact they wanted him to be the vice president but Hussain refused I guess" I gulped down, raking a hand through my still wet hair.

"tu ne pehley q nai bataya mujhey?" I asked grumpily.

"Hussain ne mana kiya tha Shehry!"

"kal aa jana ghar" I told him and was about to hang up when he asked... "ghar? Per q?"

"Fatiha hea terey dost ki"

I stated and hung up, throwing the phone on the bed I stood there in front of the mirror. Messed up situation... totally fucked up.

Hussain's POV

Avoiding Shehry's rants about college absentees and stepping in my room I slam the door shut at my back and almost fell in the bed, feeling tired and drained out.

Deen.

Bus deen he wo rassi hea jo thamti hea, jo sahara deti hea jo girney nai deti...

Tham lo, deen ko mazbooti se tham lo.

My head was spinning, I sat back on the bed and looked around my gaze landed on the guitar placed in the far corner of the room, then it traveled to the huge stereo system, the plasma attached on the front wall, that rack flooding with CDs and DVDs my heart felt as if somebody had fisted it tight. I wanted to throw up.

Music. Passion tha mera.

Acting and dancing. It was my life.

I have wasted two decades, years, months, weeks and days.... I have wasted everything.

I got up from the bed and walked up to the guitar, holding it up I looked down my gaze traveled throughout its length and then a sudden gush of loath filled my heart, my tongue went bitter, holding the strings in my hand I torn them all one by one.... Strange enough I didn't feel bad, I ruined my favorite guitar, I bruised my own fingers while doing so but the pain, those small couple of crimson drops over my palm.... nothing mattered. I didn't feel bad.

I wanted to burn this all, I wanted to burn every CD every picture I ever took, I wanted to burn all those memories... I wish I could.

Feeling suffocated I stepped out in the terrace and started breathing deep in the fresh air.

Shehry's POV

I just sat there in the lounge aimlessly staring up the ceiling thinking about Hussain. My appetite was lost somewhere in the thoughts so I got up and walked up to his room, pushing the door back I found it empty. I stepped in, getting the silhouette through the curtain...and my heart jumped out from my rib cage into my throat and my feet lept forward.

"Hussain!!!" a scream escaped my throat as I pushed aside the curtains and stepped out, Hussain was sitting on the iron railing with his feet hanging down facing the road and back turned towards me.

"Hussain! kia ker ra hea ye?" with my teeth gritted I yelled, he didn't pay much attention and was about to bend a little when my arm reached for his and I pulled him back with all force.

"Have you gone mad? Saley! Khudkushi karey ga?" his collars were in my fist.

"ker bhi loon to kia masla hea tujhey?" he spatted and the next moment my hand flew up and I did what I had never thought I would ever do in my life.

Did I just slapped him? did I slap Hussain? my bakri.....

"Hussain!" I couldn't speak, as his blood shot eyes gazed upon me. "Hussain! tu... tu kia ker raha hea yar? Kun ker raha hea ye sab?" I held his face in both my palms; his left cheek comparatively hot... every inch of me regretted the slap.

"What are you trying to do? Smoking. And now this... this idiotic suicide thing? Haram hea Saley!"

His eyes were searching something on my face and then he slowly but firmly pulled my hands down from his face. "I know suicide is haram Shehry!"

"Per gaaney sun'na bhi to haram hea, movies dekhna bhi to haram hea, nachna bhi to haram hea Shehry! lerkiyon se dosti kerna, girl friends bana bhi to haram hea na... phir q tu ne tab nai roka mujhey?" his eyes turned moist, my tongue locked... no words.

"we did every forbidden, prohibited thing with pride, we did every wrong thing with pride, so if back then you didn't stop me, why now?"

"why didn't you stop me then, Shehry? why are you stoppng me now?" his voice raised, I looked away from his face. I couldn't bare that pain in his eyes.

"dekh na meri taraf. Moo q phair raha hea Saley?" his hands clasped my shoulders as he urged me to look at him again and I saw a tear flickered from his lashes and fell upon his cheek.

"haram haram haram... gunah, khata. Or kuch kiya he nai sari zindagi terey bhai ne Shehry! sr k baal se paon k nakhun tak gunah mein dooba hea tera bhai phir behter nai k zindagi khatam ho or sara masla he muk jaye?"

"Dekh Hussain!....

"Tehreem kehti thi seesa pighla ker daley ga Allah kano mein....dekh! dekh! Seesa dal raha hea merey kano mein Allah, dekh na" he jerked me as he urged me to look at his ears, though there was nothing but still my heart shivered at the thought of what he just said.

"coming back to New York I just kept on thinking one thing that why the hell I met Tehreem? why? If she wasn't in my fate then why Allah made us meet and why I did all that? Now I understand Shehry! sab samajh aa gai hea mujhey" he stated, pain struck features and moist eyes.... It was too much god was asking me to bare, just too much.

"bahana tha sab. It was all a damn excuse; me, Ibraheem, Tehreem we all are puppets Shehry! tu bhi. Hum sab puppets hen Us k" he pointed his index upwards. I just stared his face as he hysterically kept on blabbering.

Tears rolled down his cheek so was mine, I raised my hand to wipe them but he walked passed me towards the room with heavy feet and his head hung low. He was still blabbering under breath.

"Kaha jar aha hea?" I asked at his back and his feet stopped dragging himself.

"jahan Wo le ja raha hea" he stated as if he wasn't in his senses any more. I walked up to him and held his arm softly, looking at his tired pale face. My heart ached like hell.

"Jo yahan tak le aaya hea mujhey Us ne aagey bhi kuch soch he rakha ho ga merey liye" he looked at my face and slowly slipped into the room and then out of the room. I just couldn't follow him.

I looked up at the sky, clear and bright. "this is all happened to my brother because of You! You had already planned all this in his life, hea na? why are you doing it with him? please! Please sab sahee ker do Hussain ki life mein. I want my brother... my Shokhi Bakri back"

"Please!" it was a silent plea, a whisper straight from my heart and I just hoped it reaches the skies.

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Nauman Ali Khan..... #respect #loadsofrespect

I dunno from where his character jumped in my mind but still, am glad he could become a part of my story, I owe him a lot; he was the one who actually lit a flame of the URGE of knowing who am I and what is the purpose of this life and I could finally shuffle my priorities :)thumbs up for his efforts in the way of Allah and in spreading the right message.

A few words for the chappy........

So guys past RANT is officially over, almost over;) LOLXXX

Next chapy will be Inn Shaa Allah LAST past part and then PRESENT.

Stay tuned love you all a lot <3