ROAD TO WORDS AND MOMENTS BY AMMARAH ARIF

A SHORT PREVIEW OF THE MYSTERIOUS CONVERSATION BETWEEN DURR_E_MIHARA AND H.SHEHZAN

I only came here to collect my final thesis report and to carry out the motivational group class.

When I saw DURR-E- MIHARA sitting near the swimming pool, I had to talk to her.

I went closer to her, and once more, I saved her from falling into the pool.

And supported her and made her stand up slowly.

'Be careful! DEAR!' She was frightened.

'I,,, No,,, I didn't come in your,,, Her hands were shaking in my grip.

I set her free.

'Why have you come here? 

If I had been late, you would have known what would have happened to you here!' 

Her breath was blowing.

'I can,,, protect myself.' Fright was reflecting in her tone.

'Look,,, She took two steps back while talking to me when abruptly I came very close to her.

'Offer me a chance to talk once! I had to stop her and talk to her.

'You told me to stay away from you.' So she did not look for me in the university anymore.

'I was scared of self-hood.

Maybe the fear of going away from God had settled in my heart.' As I stopped, she picked up her things and went towards the corridor.

Always delinquent; It is important to say

Have to stow a promise; I make it sound and want to call you back! Her footsteps stopped when I read the rhythm. 

'You are a fake guy,,, just a cheater! She turned back and answered me as if a child taunting her friend.

'DURR-E-MIHARA! Only once,,, I genuinely bid.

'I propel you to sin.' Despite her sharp voice, she could not shout. I took a step by firmly gripping her hands and took her into the motivational group room.

I took her belongings and kept them in a corner.

'Please, Let me go! She got stuck in the dark corner of the room.

'I only want to justify my behavior, and it's my right to clear my position.' While Seeing her, my voice softened on its own. 

'The way you wanted to be nearer to your relations, the way I learned to get alleviated of these relations!' I sat down on the hill next to her.

'I need a friend like you in my life. Will you be my friend?' I took out my hand from my pocket and placed it in front of her. 

'LEAVES!' She gathered up colorful leaves from my hand.

'Will you be my friend?' I asked her, and I felt the fright gathering in her eyes again.

'He used to say the same thing, but he hit me painfully,,, the moisture 

,,, Hurt,,, hurts a lot!' She handed me the leaves again.

'Our friendship,,, This bouquet bond between the two of us will be a different planet.' I firmly gripped her hand.

'It feels strange genuinely when we see someone else and feels them our own.' 

She was trying to understand me.

'DURR_E_MIHARA! You are like the daughter of my Mommy.' I still couldn't say that I want her reality in my life eternally.

'I am the daughter of my mother.' The manner of her answering was as if throwing litter.

'Will you please agree to what I am saying?' She saw me with many questions in her eyes.

'Always be in the gloss of my eyes!' 

I leaned down and whispered in her ear; I gripped DURR_E_MIHARA's hands.

She was shivering from inside.

'I'm done. I have to go home.' Instantly, she stood and picked up all her things from the corner.

We left the room together.

'DURR_E_MIHARA! How are you?' A girl came in between and asked her.

'Why are you here?' Like they forgot me in their conversation.

'I brought these leaves for you!' The girl spoke to her very graciously.

Her impressions distorted, and the blood began to flow from her nose.

'DURR_E_MIHARA! I moved towards her,

'He,,, he is,,, coming again,,, 'She tightly gripped my hands.

'MAH DEAR! No one is here!' But it was too late, and she wobbled in my arms.

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Those eyes were the sea of ​​true love for me.

Even though she was not with me, I still felt her.

As I entered the boundaries of my country, The dark black clouds greeted me.

And as I was driving down the street to her house, my heart was pounding.

I came here to meet her mother and her grandmother.

I entered the designated area, and the heavy drizzle embraced me.

The rain was rushing down. The streets were gleaming with some raindrops and some headlights.

The scent of rain wafted through me.

'Listen! ,,, Don't you feel fearful of the darkness?' Earlier she used to talk to me with such dread.

'Just tell me!' We wandered together, and we could feel the drizzling drops around us.

',,, WHAT,,,?' She stopped while walking.

'I am with you, still, so what did this darkness do make you so dreadful?'

I looked at her. Like really, I was looking at her. Her eyes meet mine, and I stare soothingly to acquire the answer precisely.

(The most calming stunning flow of the sea in her eyes is more unpredictable for me) And I really whispered to myself.

'That day! The same rain and cold breezes, and It is a terrible feeling, the pain of not being loved even by your blood relations.' I have never seen eyes as dark as hers.

'You don't even feel cold in this rain?' She was walking with me.

'I do feel,,, ' I stood in front of her smiling,

'Let's sit in the car. But you love to wander in the rain in the winter.' She looked around herself whether at this moment; she couldn't see anyone going from this seat.

'No! I loved this moment. It feels good to walk with you in these fragrant scents.' I smiled and started walking again.

'WHY?' She wanted to know me now.

'You live here! Right?' I pointed out to her house with my finger, and she nodded her head as, in a sense, YES.

'When you will  get out of this door, you will feel this land under your feet; you will remember me.

This way,,, Sounds of our footsteps,,, your fear flowing in the water of the rain,,, you will remember everything.

AND MAYBE THAT'S WHAT REMINDS YOU OF ME!' 

She was looking at me in amazement,,, 

maybe she was feeling the sparkle in my eyes.

As soon as the car hit the brakes, I was stunned.

I told you that you would miss me.

You are not here with me, but I am missing you. You are not, but I am feeling your presence here.

I was standing in front of her house again,,, In the dark, cold showery night,,,

I opened that door and went inside.

'DEENO KAKA!' I called the guard, who was busy playing with the parrot.

'Sir! He stood and saluted me in my respect, 

He brought an umbrella for me, and he offered me hot coffee.

'Where is she?' KAKA also asked about the one to whom I was missing the most.

'She will come a day here!' I repeated my words hardly.

'I am always waiting for her.' His expressions were telling that he could have the opportunity to go everywhere and find her.

'You must remember her when you see me.' I closed the door and sat along with him.

'I am just an ordinary servant working here, but the one who is the mother notices the door every day.

She waits for the chance to feel the sound of someone's footsteps through this door.' Fatigue was evident in his voice.

'Are you disappointed?' The rain had not stopped yet.

'Not yet disappointed! But it will happen soon.' I took a sip of hot coffee.

'Did she contact you or anyone here?' I tried to clear his confusion.

'The only connection between her and us is the only prayer. She consistently lives in the deep sea of our prayers.' We both smiled together.

'Is there someone in the house?' As I finished my coffee, I asked.

'No one will come out of the house until she comes to her house back.' I received a sorrowful answer.

'I should go and meet them!' I stood up.

'DON'T BE SAD! Deeno KAKA placed his hand on my head.

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I only visited this house to meet DURR_E_MIHARA former, and since I felt the actuality of her parrot JACKY. I wondered whether or not to meet good-humored.

JACKY, a whistle parrot, it was as it had brought her to its world.

Today, years later, my presence here is evidence that I could feel her aroma and her touch on the walls of this house. 

Sometimes the thought comes to my intellect that this girl dwells with me as an eclipse. She mounts on me more than a soul. 

And there was the utter absence of sound at that moment, which pricked me like a dirty drug.

Even I could feel the sound of the moving needle of the wall clock deciphering the only hush.

I moved my tracks towards ZABBIE'S room. 

'MANI,,, MANI,,, 

Who says animals are speechless? They do not forget the lovely whiff of human beings.

'MANI,,, MANI,,, ZABBIE was going to graze its favorite biscuits to JACKY, but even after being alone for so many years, it had not omitted that kind hand.

I directly took the handful of biscuits;

I stretched out my hand towards it, but JACKY didn't arrive in my arms,

'The favorite CHAPTER in my book is the one in which we

       most

 Are closer together; merely air can't find space between to stay.' I leaned down to JACKY, and its face lit up listening to me about its MANI.

'You will have to eat from my hand because your MANI is only closer to me.' I caressed JACKY's fluffy hair on its head.

'When will she come back? 

She didn't even like to look at us!' JACKY grabbed all the biscuits from my hand. Unfortunately, I ignored ZABBIE at this moment, and as her voice reached my senses, I turned to her.

'Leave her! I am here for you only, my darling!' I took her hands and found my seat on the floor.

'I was not at fault for all this. I have always tried to keep DURR_E_MIHARA away from this abusive world.' Indeed, she was innocent.

'While she is living in a struggling atmosphere.' I tried to give her hope.

'How is she?

Doesn't she remember us?

Has something happened to her?' She asked the questions in an instant.

'She is encountering a case, and until the case file isn't closed, she can't get out of there.' My answer turned her hopes upside down.

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When she was unconscious, her nose was bleeding, and her digits were quivering.

I had been groping for terms to express that self-claggy feeling of devastation inside. accurate

'How do you know MIHARA?' She hung a stethoscope on her neck and sat next to me.

'She studies at my university with me.' I whispered.

'AHEM! That means It will be easy for me to tackle MIHARA.' She leaned her head back against the wall.

'I didn't get you,,, How do you know her?' The words she used as that like DURR_E_MIHARA was suffering from problems.

She opened her eyes and saw me. She straightened her position,,, 'She,,, MAH PATIENT!' 

'I genuinely didn't get you.' I felt the doctor sitting with me was accurately disappointed.

'She is the patient of post-traumatic stress disorder.' This torment isn't trimmer than death.

'She feels that;

 she is the prey of DOUBLE PERSONALITY DISORDER. 

But she is wrong. 

The accident that happened in her life left a murky mark on her whole memory.' She stopped and saw me.

'DARK, FRIGHT, TEARS,,, It all started when,,, She was telling me and, I remembered all the happenings when I met her. 

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'She can't be so numb.' There was the weariness of centuries in ZABBIE's voice.

'She was also innocent. 

 Vey well know that she harshly tried to prove her side squeaky clean.' A lawyer must have a present response that means me.

'Tell her to think of her old mother!

   She makes the same noise all day long. There is only one name in her speech.' She handed me her inhaler.

'You take care of her. Right?' She began to ask as if she were a girl.

'If she wouldn't be fine;

 How could I live without her? I felt myself laughing.

   'Ben de bu kıza bilerek aşık olmadım.

       I also did not intentionally fall in love with her.

   Bazı parlak anlar bu taşlı kalbimi bu kız için yaptı

       Some bright moments made this stony heart of mine for this girl.' He was so relieved that he had won his mother's and favorite love in his life.

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It hurts when I think about it.

It hurts so much that the girl and her condition never left my mind.

I feel like I have become abnormal.

In the end of the inferiority complex, I can't do anything for her.

   Fear of the little things,,, such intensity in every emotion,,, Her severe reactions to very regular matter,,,

The whole scene revolved before my eyes. 

  She could not get rid of the disease like other people.

                 When the entity of the heart changes,

 the affections and displeasures change;

                  In exchange for the soul, 

the whole world seems like revenge or transformed.