ROAD TO WORDS AND MOMENTS BY AMMARAH ARIF

 'HAZAN! I want to go home...' After many months he was seeing his dear friend in such a condition.

He got lost in thoughts.

'At least for some days ... I can take a break.' She saw in his eyes.

'See... Meesha, it's our profession. No one is ruling on us. But we have to be strong for our clients. After coming from the break, we have to handle all of this too!' 

He tightly held her hands.

'We are the ones who bring them justice.' He didn't know what happened today that she was so disappointed. 

She didn't say a word. But her tears broke the silence between the two. 

She wept and rested her forehead on his hands.

He was her friend!

He should have understood her, and he, of course, understands her!

Whenever she misses her relatives, she always cried like this...!'

He rose from his chair and sat on his knees in front of her. 

'Meesha...' there was a profound solicitous in his tone.

'I can't tolerate all this. I have to go!' She was not seeing him. 

'We are going but before, should we solve today's case?' She lifted up her head.

Although she didn't tell her anything, he knew everything. 

'We will go to the village of that client and solve the case together!' He kissed her hands.

It was feasibly normal in that city to see the girls and boys together. But there was respect in their relationship.

It was the evidence of their dear friendship; that HAZAN taught her to adore herself only. 

They were happy in themselves when a girl called him;

'SIR! Can I get your sign?' She was asking for his autograph again, but he still didn't leave her hand.

HAZAN and MEESHA both saw themselves and smiled.

Whenever she was with HAZAN, she always says him to give them an autograph.

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I was sitting alone in the courtyard of the university.

Most students didn't visit this area of the university.

I wanted to avoid everyone just to think about myself.

But she seemed to be a part of me.

I was sitting near the pool when I again heard her voice.

'H.Z!' She called me, but today I wasn't in the state to reply to her.

I stayed silent.

'Listen!' She again called me, but I didn't respond. She is one of the girls who has taken over my life. 

'Is there a motivational group class today?' Maybe she was trying to talk to me.

She put one of her fingers on my shoulder and tried to move me. My heart was smiling at her actions.

'H.Z!' She again called me, and on her next call, I grabbed her by the arms and shook her;

'Stay away from me!' I could easily see the scariness in her eyes. There were tears in her eyes because of my strong grip.

'H...H...Z!' She was trembling. I tightly placed my hand on her mouth.

'This voice has driven me crazy. This voice is forcing me to commit sins. I'm telling you have kept me disturbed. It is the last warning!'

STAY AWAY FROM ME, OR YOU WILL DIE AT MY HAND!' She was constantly shaking her face. 

My heart knew that I had unknowingly hurt her.

I pushed her mercilessly and left that place. 

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The path was not over, but the feet were tired. Difficultly, I reached home. 

Again I heard the voice of conversation from the dining room. 

I ran towards my room as I felt like I can't breathe.

I scattered all the things in my room as I was finding my inhaler. 

My figure was shivering.

I just give up and sat on the side of the bed.

My tongue got stuck to my nose. My eyes saw the inhaler under the bed. My hands grabbed it in agony and brought it closer to my nose and my mouth. 

I pushed it twice and pulled my breathing inside my soul in shock. I was sitting with my head on my knees.

Can someone's harsh attitude break the other person into the same condition as I am facing?

'That is why I am scared of everyone! 

Coming in his words, I showed my weakness to him.' I opened my side drawer and took a photo frame.

'HOW HAPPY AND CONTENTED LIFE WAS WHEN YOU WERE WITH ME! 

PLACING MY HEAD IN YOUR LAP AND RECITING PATERNOSTER IN THE FINGERS OF MY HEARTBEAT!

YOUR SOFT TOUCH, NOT ONLY MY LANGUAGE__

MY EYES AND THE CORE OF THE HEART__ 

MY ROOM WAS FULL OF GRATITUDE TO ALLAH__ 

I CAN'T BRING MORE BEST WORDS IN YOUR PRAISE MR. FAIZAN__

MY HEART BOWS DOWN BEFORE ALLAH WHENEVER I SAW YOU__

 IT WAS NOT MY DUTY TO BE GRATEFUL TO ALLAH__IT WAS OBLIGATORY FOR ME__

MY HEART WOULD POUND WHEN I SAW MY REFLECTION IN YOUR EYES__

But as life was not accepting myself to be thankful to God... I lost everything I had!' 

Today, I have forgotten to thank God__

I have forgotten who Is my God...

While talking to myself, touching that frame, and hugging firmly that frame in my chest, I slept on the floor.

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She did not forget to pray in a hurry. She was really worried about the new case. 

Even after praying much to God, still, there was no courage left in herself to fight for a girl.

She safely placed the prayer mat on the floor, and now she was standing on it.

HAZAN was coming towards her cabin, and when he saw her in such a position, His footsteps automatically stopped...

He silently watched her every move. There was a look of satisfaction on her face. In their friendship, he had never been super tough to her. He was lovingly shaping her into his colors. SLOWLY, GENTLY__

MEESHA, The lawyer in front of the world was a powerful personality, but he knew her better than she was just as weak inside. 

After completing the prayers, she raised for conversation with God.

There was a big meeting arranged for this case in their association.

With compassionate self-esteem and throwing nervousness outside, MEESHA entered the meeting hall. 

She discussed all her plans with her CO-MEMBERS. 

'Alright, Mam. But do you have any backup plan in case, if we face any difficulty while solving this case so, what should we do? She felt someone had stopped her breathing. She tightly held the table in her hands.

'NO!' HAZAN stood up from his chair, and proudly closed the buttons of his coat.

'I don't think so we don't need any backup plan, because of course, we are working professionally for years, and people know our names, and we are confident in our decisions.' Fluently, he impressed everyone there.

Unbelievingly, she was seeing her sympathetic friend.

'THANKS FOR YOUR TIME! THE MEETING IS OVER!' She pushed the chair and sat on it after everyone left them alone.

He handed him the glass of water.

'You have to hold courage, my girl, or else there will be a question on our professionalism...' He soothingly gave a touch to her hand. She only nodded her head yes.

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I felt a soft touch in my eyes while sleeping. 

I thought that It could be my delusion. 

The mother looked at me with offended eyes;

The mother who used to push me away; 

Why would she sit next to me today?

Why would she grant me her soft touch?

I was missing my mother, but my honor is dear worthy to me.

AHH! My bitter fantasies; I really knew that it was Zabbie sitting closer to me. Talking to myself at night, I did not feel like walking for minutes the next day, and I slept in the same posture with the frame in my hands. 

Zabbie placed her hand on my cheeks to check my temperature, but I don't remember so it would increase in a night just for an unwanted reason. 

'HA! Unwanted reason, the arrival of a person in my life, A mistake to share my life with that person, 

And, bearing his angry state without any reason!

'I am alright! Zabbie.' I removed her hand from my cheeks.

'I have also come at night in your room, but after seeing you in this condition, I stayed here!' As I listened to her justification, my brain was working with its momentum.

'I am getting late for university, take care.' Giving my lips touch to her hand, I moved towards the changing room. 

She was shocked by seeing my condition, but I couldn't close the eyes OF my father's dream.

(After a few minutes, the girl who was stepping out of the house was not the same as earlier expressed DURR_E_MIHARA).

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I didn't dare to go to university after that incident. It was my choice to step towards that girl. Her weeping eyes always indicate me to wander on concealed paths.

It felt wired for me these days. 

WORDS FALL SLIGHT

DESCRIBE THE CONDITION

I EXPLORED FOR THAT GIRL!

'Dear, Why don't you go to them?' I felt a familiar voice on my back. 

'She needs you, dear. She has every right over you.' (This explaining voice was of Zahir Baba. The only guardian living in my house, just to keep me watch on my activities.)

I sarcastically laughed; 'Right and need!'

She didn't remember before she left me. Now, she is ill. She got to know that her son's services are always available for her.' In my tone, I felt intense hatred for my mother. (UHN! She is mean)

'She is your mother.' His proving accent.

'Let me correct yourself! The mother who had sent you to put an eye on me.' I hated every sign that reminded me of my mother.

Tears filled up his eyes as he saw me, maybe he had a great sense of control.

'I am a servant with a hand of rose petals, but dear, I am empty from my heart like mountains. Just here to serve you. Whenever she calls to me to ask about you, I had never told about you...' I knew that he wasn't lair whenever I heard the mentioned name of that woman, my heart swims in poison. 

'Want to talk to you for moments, but I apologize. I should have understood my status.' He stroked my words on my face.

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Seeing my condition, it seemed that I was going to university. I went forward towards the door when;

'Wait! I was stopped but didn't turn.

'You are not going anywhere.' It was my mother's voice but, it didn't leave any effect on my heart.

'Don't worry! Your scaring voice is no scarier for more other than hatred.' I am not of those who stayed behind.

'You...! Who will do housekeeping?' But I didn't feel anything in my heart.

'Get the rest of your servants to work!' I moved my finger towards my stepsisters.

'You...' My mother was going to come to me but so sorry sadly; 'AHAN! Don't even try to come forward. I am not one of your dear daughters who will commit the action as you say.' Still, I can't wait to see her expressions.

'The nastiest MATERIAL OF OUR HOUSE, Don't you know what you are saying?' She hadn't stepped forward yet on my courage this time.

'NASTIEST... Let me correct you! Your hands stained with dirt had made me nastiest. You, frightened for what? Prepare yourself for the bloody storm.' And then I left them alone.

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When she entered the room, she found the room empty. She could easily the laughing voices coming from the pool. She made her way towards the pool. They both were playing in the swimming pool. Hazin was in a swimming ring that kept him away from drowning. 

'If you both are finished with your swimming play, come to the room. It's being too late, Zil!' She tried to be angry.

'Deda is teaching me to swim. You should join us too. We are having fun.' Hazin wasn't in the state of coming out of the pool. 

It always happens like this, whenever Hazin goes swimming with his father, he forgets his mother.

And Zil, His smile accompanied by his laughter in his son's company. 

'Please, Zil, Be a big man. Get out of the pool.' She tried again. 

'Don't you think? Your, Mommy, should also swim with us.' Looking at his son, he said mischievously. 

So he got excited and started shaking his head while laughing. He was watching his father, who was slowly climbing the pool steps towards his mother. 

His mother had run away, realizing Zil's intentions. Zil pushed her into the pool and jumped into the pool himself. 

'You made me wet!' They both laughed loudly and started teasing her. She ran to him to catch him, but he hid behind his father. And she collided with Zil's chest. 

'Why are you annoying the child? Zil took her in his arms. 

'You are spoiling him!' 

'Let him spoil! After marriage, he will improve himself like me.' He began to remove her hair from her face.

'You are more spoiled than him.' Zil laughed, and He grabbed her on one side and Hazin on the other, and he hugged them both. 

'What's the harm in a bit spoiling after having such a lovely family? There was a lot of faith and love in Zil's tone.

'Bit? No, you are completely spoiled.' She said it was just a joke. 

'Your mother has been saying that I am spoiled.' Looking at his mother, Zil said to his son.

'DEDA IS MY HERO, MOMMY!' Hazin said to his mother. Then he put his two little arms around his father's neck and kissed his cheek. 'I LOVE YOU, DEDA! 

'Only love for Deda?' She ran after him again to catch him, and he again hid behind Zil.

'BUT DEDA LOVES YOU MOST, MOMMY!' He was hiding behind his father and was mischievously telling his mother. She caught him in her hands and hugged her beautiful in her lovely touch arms. 

'MOMMY!' AT the same voice, he wakes in a hurry.  

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I just came out of the library after collecting some points. Now, the question was waiting to give it a perfect look. But my hands stopped.

'Can I sit here?' It was a girly voice. I just turned back my head and saw her. The same girl who made me fun with that group. 

'Depends on you...!' She sat next to me. 

There was a silence between us, but she tried to break that. 

'Why are you not like others? You do not even talk to others...' His question reminded me of this selfish man.

'Wanna make my fun again!' I teased her.

'The people like you will be my inspiration in the future!' She changed the topic.

'I am always fascinated by unique things. Will be my friend?' HAA,,, Unique things,,, I thought in my heart.

'There is a difference between the touch of things and human touch.' I can't put my life in more difficulty.

'It takes to believe someone.' She convinced me.

'I only come here to study. I don't use my time to console someone.' I do not want to see someone around me again.

'I will come here again!' After she went, I didn't think about her because STRANGE PEOPLE DO NOT MAKE FRIENDS ANYMORE. SILENCE AND DARKNESS ARE LIKE A SPOTLIGHT IN OUR WORLD!

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There was a dark in the backyard. JESSY! My parrot, chirping, as usual, was silent today like my life. 

I opened its cage.

'May I free this parrot?' I questioned myself.

'MANI...

MANI...' It flew and sat on my feet.

'Jesy! You always loved to sit on my shoulders.' It hurt me when It sat on my foot.

'Why are you sitting here then?' I give a soft touch on its head.

'OOOZ' Jessy shouted.

YES! You are displeased with me too!

That's what happens here,

When people discover a person's weakness, people take his weakness into their own hands.

The same thing happened to me,

YES! You can leave me alone too! I again touched its head.

'OOOZ MANI! MANI! Jessy shouted and came on my shoulders.

'Jessy! You are the perfect composition of my heart! Never hurt my heart by sitting at my feet after today.' It flew and came with me to my room. 

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