ROAD TO WORDS AND MOMENTS BY AMMARAH ARIF

'Look, this disease is not considerably central, but it can also cause serious illness. In such cases, when the patient has undergone trauma, the scene clinches into his mind. They can't get it out.

Because antagonistic memory still doesn't obliterate the human brain very quickly. Accidents in childhood have profound effects on the human psyche. When his father brought DURR_E_MIHARA to me, her condition was not such that we would have asked any question about that incident in her life. The results would have been the opposite, and her nervous breakdown could have occurred.' I was getting stuck on the path from; where I had to turn and go back to her.

Hence, my courage for unanswerable to me.

Who was she?

What had happened to her in her life?

Which incident?

Why did she need a psychologist?

Why did his tongue stagger as she spoke?

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She was hustling her hand on the canvas on the easel board on the back lawn of the house, and her rose, conical fingers were sharply brushing and playing with colors. Beautiful blond hair scattered up to her waist was playing with the wind. 

Standing on the lawn, she must have been sketching someone's eyes on the canvas surely. 

"Black eyes"

After sketching the eyes, she began to fill in the color spread in her eyes. That's what she always did.

Instead of someone's cold seal in those dark eyes, she used to grow the color of love and desire with her dark brown eyes.

A few years ago, she was not interested in painting at all. Yet living with hazan, she possesses such habits.  

'What's happening?' He entered through the door.

His voice had put her being into a trance.

Her fingers stopped,,,

When she stood up from her chair, the paint pallet with the brushes and paint fell on the floor. 

'No,,, nothing,,,!' Her back was towards the easel board, but she failed to hide the painting.

'Can I?' He took a step forward to see the whole painting.

'One should not intrude into someone's personal life!' She moved a step back, but she had forgotten that her fragile existence could not hide this easel board.

'ACTUALLY,,, He bowed before her eyes,

This personal life is also mine!' And she was impressed by his words.

'Ohkay! let me see that,,, 

How my eyes really look so beautiful! Hazan held her arms to move her aside,

'This painting is not yours!' But she didn't move.

'But some people do miss me.' She wiped the paint color from her face with tissue paper.

'Then let them do! 

Don't interfere in their work.' She spoke with a sigh.

MEESHA. The beautiful, perfect girl, who's so different from all others.

'Where were you since a week?' She took tissue paper from his hand and wiped the PAINT's droplets from her arms.

'I went to book a seat for us for our FIRST DINNER DATE.' He was still trying to see the whole painting.

'Since a week!' A small grin blossomed on his face.  

'About arrangements too.' He ran his hand over his forehead and through his hair.

'How is she now?' She frankly understood the entire matter. 

'LOOK, she only misses you every day. After you are hand born and hand play daughter.' Now the tissue was caressing her cheeks with only his hands.

'I am just waiting for this case to be finished.' On her expected answer, he again smiled.

And she always made a weird face when he smiled.

'I'm so cute. So that I really knew it.' He rolled his eyes.

'Don't even dare to smile in front of me.' His sweet smile made her heart pound faster.

He turned back and went towards the door, but he didn't forget to gift her a salute.

'I wish to hear your voice again! His voice was a remedy in herself.' 

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Today it happened again in my life.

There was a doorway between me and DURR_E_MIHARA.

I opened the door.

And I was slowly moving towards her.

I kept my hands on her head and caressed her hair.

She opened her eyes and saw me, but I could feel the pain in her eyes.

'Such patients react strongly to anything connected to their emotions.' I remember RUBAINA's words.

It was a momentary movement, and I felt like she was attached to me because she had hugged me.

She pressed her hands against my shirt and gripped it in her fist, and she started crying. I already missed her while though I could feel her right here in my arms.  

'It's the sadness you have been carrying around for many years. I know how sad you feel but the possibility that you consider feeling happy or exploring when you met me.'

She lifted her head from my chest and looked up at me.

"Hating someone or discriminating someone feels disturbingly equivalent to being in an affectionate feeling with them, and it was not my mistake. 

Everyone reviled from the beginning.' She was although right;

 Who doesn't love blood relationships?

'Everyone raises their hand for friendship. Why?' Her shouting voice echoed in the room.

'Why do they consider my refusal a joke?' Now her screams had turned to tears.

'I will be there with you always and leave all the past memories.

It's advice to enter your professional career. Hope is a delightful topic in your life.' I supported her with a pillow and sat down on a chair.

'DR. RUBAINA and I will help you.' And she leaned her head back on the soft pillow.

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Without you, we would write the world desolate!

lIFE SEEMED EMPTY As; if I am spending my life without purpose.

'When you find God close to you, life will change.' She awakened my mind with the magic of words

'GOD,,, I was like swimming under the abuses, 'Come closer to GOD who will make your identity.'

'Tell me; What's is your recognization?' Today I was going to understand everything.

"IDENTITY

RECOGNITION" The state of drowning.

'I AM A MUSLIM TOO!

I have an identity too,,,

But I do not worship him. So does he know me too?' I spoke in fear,,,

'He knows every leaf of the tree,,, He is aware of the condition of the heart of every human being,,, He has access to the secrets of every thought!

So how is it possible that HE doesn't know you? She had so much information that she was so close to God.

'Is HE so close?' I was shocked.

"He is even closer than your vein,,, "

'W,,, h,,, where does HE live?' I asked again ignorantly_

My eyes were beginning to fill_

Fear came to my heart_

She said while placing her hand on the place of her heart;

'HERE!' I should confirm by placing the index finger on the zone of the heart. The fear was growing.

I didn't know how it felt, but I was very calm.

'YES! THERE!' She reassured me with her wet eyes.

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Words never allow a person to be alone.

'He will ask me,,,' I couldn't bear someone's fear on her face.

'Why are you so scared?' I asked her.

'The person who will come to my life will ask me.

                       He will ask me,,,

                       How is this life?

'Leave the last wounds,' As I said, she tightened her grip on the rocks placed on the stairs.

 'No! He will say leave all the wounds behind and tell me how did this wound feels now? 

'He will ask from a scattered soul.' She saw me saying herself a scattered soul.

'He will express me; The man in the life broke from his fortune tree,,,

            He will declare to me; I ruined him.' She had ruthlessly torn the glass in her hand.

'Did it hurts you?' I brought my hand beneath her hand, and now the blood was flowing on my hand in droplet form.

'It hurts a lot.' Her voice muffled.

  'The boy you are talking about if he is the boy standing in front of you, and you can spend the rest of your life with him.' It was as if she was silent at my voice.

'You!' Tears were flowing from her eyes continually.

'I will never let anything happen to you!' I held her hand and wiped her tears with her fingers protected with my hand.

  She left the stone and sat on the stairs. 

'I didn't even have one in my life. If I had stopped, my spirits would not have risen. I have felt God with me in this lonely life.'

'GOD!' She murmured as a scene came in front of her eyes.

 'I am not able to stand with somebody else.' As if she rejected me.

'Why? Are you mad or ill? Or maybe you consider yourself DISABLE. My voice forced me to rise to a high level.

 'My childhood snatched away from me.

I was home a week later.' She did not want to speak but was speaking helplessly.

'I Don't wanna listen!' I tried to keep her silent.

'I am a sinner. My father was martyred just because of me.' It was as if she had decided to finish everything today and return to her destination.

'MARTYRED,' My lips were moving, but my brain did stop somewhere.

'My father was an army officer. He had discovered a gang through a spy who smuggled innocent children across the world,,, She paused and saw me. 

I couldn't face her eyes.

  'That gang kidnapped me. The members just whipped me like a horse. In a week, my father trapped them and found me. My condition made him a heart patient, but he fought for his country's children.

          'He got martyred in front of my eyes.'

 She stood up and went towards the seawater.

'AAAA.' She was cursing herself. She scratched her hair and shouted down her throat.

  And she knelt down towards the stairs again. 

'Everything got finished. The surroundings were silent.

I went to her, hid her in my chest, and kept her there forever.

  She was weeping,,,

  though shouting, and she had tied her hands on my muffler.

'But you are saved, and we both are here for each other!' My hands were softly rubbing her back.

'EV, EVEN NOW!' Her eyes were communicating.

'From now to ALWAYS!' I was wiping her tears and caressing her cheeks. She passed a feelingless smile.

'If you think that your wounding smile will satisfy me by hiding your pain from me, this is an extent bad misapprehension of yours.'  She was stunned by his words.

It got believed to happen that we had met in the clouds;

This heart finds you.

I am also a traveler;

If you don't exist, I'm homeless

If you aren't here, I'm out of my life.

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But keep your lips away from smiling;

Your eyes are very smiling too!

With a calm smile, she glanced at the adolescents busy with Hazel.

HAZEL, the girl-bearing, half-face ignited; lost hope in her life, but MEESHA encouraged her. HAZEL embellished hER dreams in today's life, and today she was teaching these children in her favorite place.

Indeed, That place did not suit her, but it starts with two drops of water.

She was coming to the other side towards MEESHA after finishing her work.

'HAZEL!' Meesha presented her with a cup of coffee, 'You don't need to worry. You and your students will work together in a well-established room.'

'My name is ASIYA.' She reminded her again.

'But I loved to call you HAZEL.

Honestly, without any greediness, you are very creative. 

You are teaching them the painting and sketching skills which will flourish them.' HAZEL smiled at her appreciation. 

They were busy in their gossip, and inside the severe environment, he was flipping through her case file.

He awaited a new update on this case.

The knock on the door grabbed his attention.

'Come in!' He marked a flap in the file.

'YES! Sir, DURAN saluted him.

'Have you come here to give me the update regarding him.' He saw some data files placed on the table.

'Yes, DURAN rolled his eyes at the girl taking with MEESHA.

'A boy is trying to trap that girl, and that ruler had sent him, but there is something weird; he stopped for a while, 

'That boy isn't giving any update about her to that ruler.' 

'Who could that guy be?' He asked.

'May he knows this girl very well.' DURAN saw her again, who pulled her hair aside and hid her face with the piece of cloth.

'He is building a soundproof torture cell at the place he has occupied.' DURAN showed him documents, and he matched those documents with the file placed on his table.

'I have also opened the previous files. After checking the record, the result was that the ruler had killed brave officers and abused many innocent children too!' He showed a half-burned piece of newspaper to HAZAN. 

'They captivated me for a week and beat me a lot,,,

  ,,, My father was martyred just because of me,,,

IN FRONT OF ME! My senses were signing me as the sky fell on my head.

Was HIS clause correct?

'DURAN, I need urgent help.' He stood up and came towards the mirror from where he could MEESHA.

 'It's just open the previous record and hand me the file of ARMY OFFICER MR. FAIZAN as soon as possible.' DURAN was shocked.

'But sir, don't you think we should focus on this case?' He came towards him.

'Due to my last update, He lost his life fighting the truth war. And a ruler killed him, so it's just to confirm whether I am matching the right person to the correct path or not?' The scene that came to his mind was how she would respond when she found out the truth.

'Yes! I will do it for you!' DURAN turned back towards the door.

'Do you wanna something DURAN?' He could detect that Duran was confused today.

'Is this the same girl?

Did the ruler burn her face?' He rolled his eyes while asking the question.

'I have nothing to say.

    The reality is unmistakable!' HAZAN identifies the absolute look in his eyes. 

 'He deserves punishment because I can't see this girl like that!' He had cast doubt on his character in HAZAN's eyes.

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Her entire face rises up like flares of the solar eclipse. She has no comparison with others that she is the most unique and shines at lustrous state that faces turn dull. 

I genuinely sense myself entangled in her flux that I am close to her face so I might be in the castle of her flames. 

Silence fell between the two.

He was constantly thinking on the matter, and she could feel his gaze on herself.

'What are you looking at here? MEESHA asked him while he kept glancing over her. The smile on his face didn't go.

"YOU!" 

'WHY?' He looked at me every moment.

'Because,,,

  'Is there something wrong?' She felt something wired in his eyes for the first time.

'I have a clause on that ruler!' He held her hand and brought her closer to himself.

'C,,, clause. I didn't get you.' His eyes were downcast.

'ARMY OFFICER, MR FAIZAN,' He stopped because he couldn't speak further.

'DAD! What are you going to say about him; she grabbed his collar, 'HAZAN! What happened? Why are you stopped?' She shouted.

'He has been a murderer before. An abusive case has been filed against him too. I think,' he looked at her,

'Was it the person who ruined my life?' There was a decisive awareness in her grip.

He wrapped his arms around her waist; 'I have found some clues, but I am not assured.' His voice was damp.

'Still, you want to be with me,,, After knowing all this?' She wanted to be behind.

'Saying yes is as valuable as breathing!' He leaned his forehead on hers.

'I fall in love with you again, especially when you drive me crazy!' He caressed her soft hair.

'I was hurt after that incident.' She spoke in a low voice.

'You can be assured that will never happen again.' He bussed her head, and his breath stuck in her chest.

'I was a lost land found by a shining magnetic sky. 

That sky orbits around me!' It was as if he had attached her to himself.

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