CHAPTER FIRST [ THE BEGINNING FIRE ]
Who says life cannot be understood and explained, when cemeteries full of dead bodies are nature's universities and every person two yards underground is a professor of life?
So why is it that we are born, die but do not live, we have only learned to live time. We have never lived life and when this time runs out, we wonder what was the measure that was used to measure it, as we kept recording profit and loss in the book of time throughout our lives? And is there any formula that can tell us that profit is nothing but profit and loss can only give loss, the truth of which is that when does life give profit? This is a trade of loss, we were very comfortable in nothingness, then at the hands of this life we were transformed into existence and came to this contradictory world, that is, we were put into a test and in a test there is neither hope of profit nor loss. But it is surprising that we still kept compiling a list of losses.
Life would have passed as it was meant to be... At least there would have been time to leave, maybe if we had closed the account of the losses we had, life would have become a little easier. But we don't understand and time is running out. Sometimes it's someone else's, sometimes it's ours... This game has been played for centuries. We come... we make the straight paths complicated for ourselves and say this and leave.
Looking back now, it wasn't such a big deal.
This is a complicated journey of days and nights, months and years.
It could have been a little easier.
If we walk carefully, that house
Whose door and roof are in ruins
Which has surprises hidden in every corner.
Who has worries about evenings every morning
We could have settled in China.
Now that I see it, it looks very clear.
All the scenes, even the background
But what will be the reward for this long-awaited fantasy?
What was meant to happen has happened.
The lines kept cutting, due to word changes.
These are just a few incomplete sketches of the life I have lived.
No image could be completed
Maleeha Farooqui May 26, 1977
She was searching for a familiar face among the strange faces, holding a bouquet in her hand.
Someone called his name.
"!..tanya"
She turned and waved her hand excitedly, looking in the direction of the voice.
"Faiza...!" The two took steps towards each other and as they got closer,
They hugged
"Congratulations on your brother's engagement," Altania said as she parted ways. "Thank you," Faiza smiled and accepted the congratulations.
"Let me introduce you to my future sister-in-law." Then, holding Nia's hand, she climbed onto the stairs.
Tanya tried to introduce Faiza's brother to the well-groomed and somewhat shy girl sitting next to him, and then after exchanging a few sentences, Faiza's
She immediately got off the stage.
"I can't see your mommy."
"She was here too," Faiza said, looking around, then took Tanya.
Moved forward
"Listen..!" Tanya addressed him, who stopped as he walked to check on the guests.
Was also exploring
"Yes," Faiza said, looking at him.
"He didn't come?"
"Who...? Who are you talking about?" she said, suppressing a smile and looking surprised.
"Your cousin's Tanya said seriously. Faiza is in a constant mischievous mood."
All my cousins are here," Faiza's lament was at its peak.
"I'm asking about Shayan," Tanya finally said angrily.
"Okay, then say it like this," Tanya said as he spoke.
Why are you beating me? ... The bus will come. Anyway, his police training is over.
"Yes, the posting orders haven't come yet, and what better way to keep such a free man busy than throwing a party?"
As soon as she finished speaking, she stepped back, and in support of Tanya Shayan, she was slapped and kicked.
of. Tanya stared at him but then asked, ignoring the intention.
"Tell me one thing."
Ask, "Seeing the situation under control, Faiza stood up to him. How is Shayan your cousin?"
"Actually, my mom is Shayan's mother's cousin."
"Good," Tanya nodded, looking ahead and seeing him dressed in a dinner suit.
Shayan's tall figure fell on him. He grabbed Faiza and shook her, "Shayan has arrived."
"Thank you. Otherwise you would have killed me."
Bokumat Tanya scolded Shayan, who was coming straight towards her, "What's going on?" He came closer and said.
Tanya Mir is going to push me forward in joy of your arrival," Faiza said helplessly. Shayan first saw her figure and then Tanya's, who had both her hands on Faiza's shoulders from behind. Tanya, frowning, removed her hands and pushed him hard.
She spoke by giving
"get over it"
"
Yes, I am. It is also your own loss to become a bone for kebabs like you. And yes," she said as she left, "I am bringing Mami from here in the name of Hulnamat." As she left, Shayan suppressed a smile and asked
"Were you really hitting him?"
"Don't talk nonsense," Tanya said with a bad face. "You don't know, he's acting."
How fond of "
"Tanya!" After a moment of silence, Shayan called out to her, and she raised her head and looked at him. "Can I say something?"
"Say," she said, pushing her shoulder-length hair away from her face and addressing him seriously. He smiled softly and said,
"This is the first time I'm seeing you in such a well-groomed look. You look good," she puzzled. She really used to live in a cocoon for a long time. Very careless on her part. But today, unlike usual, she was wearing a light amber colored chiffon shalwar kameez.
I put a dupatta on my shoulders, put on light makeup, and wore matching jewelry.
It looked different
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