Amavas (The darkest night) E-Book

Zafar Ullah

• Herausgeber: Zafar Ullah
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024

Beschreibung

AMAVAS  (The Darkest NIGHT)
 Written by  Zafarullah
To my mum, dad, and instructors. Their lessons are alive and the journey is going on.
The names of the brothers, Najeeb and Kaleem, who enabled this book to be published.
                    
Here are a few Stories (Fiction) I have for you.
However, I'm not entirely sure. Here are a handful of tales, some based on true situations, some not. Since I find writing to be difficult. I cherished reading and listening to stories all of them, very few. I will create my own writing. Then I started writing with the pen. That was the initial step. I wish my mother tongue were Urdu(I started this in Urdu language,national language of Pakistan.and my own language is Pashto). If only it could be a language.
However, it did occur. In addition, I could not resist giving my salutations to Urdu poets and writers in every genre.
It took me ten years to write this book, but it will take much less time to read
.These are our eastern stories of South Asia. You will find simplicity in it. But when you read it, it will prepare you to know more about us.
Why I couldn't publish it in such a long time. Maybe it was because I didn't know the way. There was no platform in sight. I belong to a poor and resource-poor region. Not all people in the world have the same lives.
These stories are ours own, I wrote them for my people. But then I thought that literature has no borders. So I, myself translated it into an international language. You will encourage me in my endeavor. If this happens, I will realize that life can start anytime
 Let me say.
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Inhabited for centuries, this grand human settlement is inhabited by humans. Eat and drink. Walking around. Doing works… work.
          And then a long list of tasks. Who does what?.Good or evil?.What are the reasons?
  We build relationships. As relations, There are many periods in everyone's life. Then sadness and happiness. And pain and relief are also mentioned. Sometimes the world of the heart is inhabited. Sometimes the opposite happens. There is no uniformity inside and outside. Sometimes friends come in the race of life. Sometimes one is defeated by enemies. Struggling from within and without, the man has been in the struggle forever.
Reluctance surrounded it. It was heard. And sometimes it was rejected. Someone waited. Someone became a burden. The greatness of bread has been maintained since eternity. It incites struggle. The life of every soul consists of struggle. Stories were made in all this struggle. Stories will be made. And stories are being made. The number of stories is endless. Every living thing has a story attached to it. And then more branches come out of that trunk.
Sometimes we read a story. Sometimes listen. See you sometime. So sometimes we just feel. There is even a time when we become the story. For a certain time we remain spectators. And at certain times, they become spectacles. There is a big difference between watching and being spectacles.

Leseprobe

AMAVAS (The Darkest NIGHT)

Written by Zafarullah

To my mum, dad, and instructors. Their lessons are alive and the journey is going on.

The names of the brothers, Najeeb and Kaleem, who enabled this book to be published.

Here are a few Stories (Fiction) I have for you.

However, I'm not entirely sure. Here are a handful of tales, some based on true situations, some not.

Since I find writing to be difficult. I cherished reading and listening to stories all of them, very few. I will create my own writing. Then I started writing with the pen. That was the initial step. I wish my mother tongue were Urdu(I started this in Urdu language,national language of Pakistan.and my own language is Pashto). If only it could be a language.

However, it did occur. In addition, I could not resist giving my salutations to Urdu poets and writers in every genre.

It took me ten years to write this book, but it will take much less time to read

.These are our eastern stories of South Asia. You will find simplicity in it. But when you read it, it will prepare you to know more about us.

Why I couldn't publish it in such a long time. Maybe it was because I didn't know the way. There was no platform in sight. I belong to a poor and resource-poor region. Not all people in the world have the same lives.

These stories are ours own, I wrote them for my people. But then I thought that literature has no borders. So I, myself translated it into an international language.

You will encourage me in my endeavor. If this happens, I will realize that life can start anytime

Let me say.

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Inhabited for centuries, this grand human settlement is inhabited by humans. Eat and drink. Walking around. Doing works… work.

And then a long list of tasks. Who does what?.Good or evil?.What are the reasons?

We build relationships. As relations, There are many periods in everyone's life.

Then sadness and happiness. And pain and relief are also mentioned. Sometimes the world of the heart is inhabited. Sometimes the opposite happens. There is no uniformity inside and outside. Sometimes friends come in the race of life.

Sometimes one is defeated by enemies. Struggling from within and without, the man has been in the struggle forever.

Reluctance surrounded it. It was heard. And sometimes it was rejected. Someone waited. Someone became a burden. The greatness of bread has been maintained since eternity. It incites struggle. The life of every soul consists of struggle. Stories were made in all this struggle. Stories will be made. And stories are being made.

The number of stories is endless. Every living thing has a story attached to it. And then more branches come out of that trunk.

Sometimes we read a story. Sometimes listen. See you sometime. So sometimes we just feel. There is even a time when we become the story. For a certain time we remain spectators. And at certain times, they become spectacles. There is a big difference between watching and being spectacles.

Table:

1. Don't Come Here!

2. Brother

3. Dream

4. Smoke

5. Huqqa (the smoking pipe)

6.Amaos (The Darkest Night)

7. Last lines

8.Flute

9. Another Inscription

10.Prayer

11.Passion

12.Daniel

13.opportunity (relief)

14. A request

A Request

1: Don’t Come Here

They don't hear cries. They understand the silence. But in order to do that, they have to get into my heart. But I have been there myself. The place is not empty. So now they're out of there. I'm quiet now. Now I'm going to talk to myself. My heart will condemn me. Every time I touch the flowers, I drink clean and clear water. But this is a farce. I had just come out of the darkness into the light to hide from myself. ”Zulqarnain!(name) You came back here again. What's kept here? Except for the darkness. How long is it going to escape? Is there a way to escape this? If you have been bitten by an artificial sucker outside, Look at the clouds on the horizon! Look at the moon! Look at the waves of the sea! who push each other to the shore. In the morning, the sun will rise from the east. A new day will begin." But every day is a new day. It moves in a circle of time. I'll need the same silence tomorrow.

Yes, but the birds can come out of this window in the morning and speak their language. Their speech doesn't break. It is not repetitive. Just take one. And the time is fixed”.

We were silent for a long time. There was no reason to talk. In the evening, the doctor also prescribed some medicines along with the advice. That hasn't made an impact yet. So we were left in silence. He wasn't the first doctor. I've met a lot of people before. It was a story of years.

And now I've forgotten it too. That's who he was. He spoke to me quietly before. If he were my teacher, So who? I also went to the madrassa(Religious School). I also studied at school. I had a lot of teachers. Or he was talking to me. Which I looked for a lot in the mirror. But he couldn't find me. People get lost in the dark. Why was he smiling in the mirror? Was he hiding his grief by being a stranger to me? But if he knew it right, I saved him by advancing myself in so many storms. His centuries turned into moments. He hid what he had seen and heard. Setting him in a set of seven colour, he imprisoned himself in monochromatic darkness. “You walked out of the mirror and hugged me.” Tears rolled down his cheeks. And he knew it was dark. It only takes a few minutes for me to get there. I think of it as happiness. The moment between two sorrows is called happiness. Listening to two words of comfort and taking a moment to relax in the midst of anxiety is called tranquility. But he lives in me. when he listens to me. I just talked to him a little while ago. I was waving my right hand. He did the same with his left hand. There was also a discrepancy between the wristwatch and the shirt pocket. He has no arguments. He just wanted to be different. Then I walked out into the darkness. He also changed direction.

Maybe he went to the light. I took two steps back. So he did the same. He is my enemy's friend.

I'm scared of him. He wants to hear me sing. But I told him anyway. My house is as old as my neighborhood. My eyes lit up, and I took my head with me. He had once put me in a boat and dropped me into the sea. But then the sea was gone. And I was just sitting there. Yes, but I'm alive. What's the dream? They're still dying. Does it matter if the world is or isn't? There will be more songs now. Myths will now exist. So I went into the dark. As I was walking down from the pomegranate tree, my feet would grab a few strawberries. I was reminded of Anarkali (the name of a lady it means pomegranate flower)( a drama written by a great writer,). People say it was a master of the drama of its time. But for the man I left in the mirror, it is indisputable that this is the masterpiece of all time. He says that it was the pomegranate tree's misfortune, not Salim's (the Son of king)grief. Nor did Akbar's(The king) victory Akbar, however, must have had a grand laugh, considering it his victory. And the courtiers must have saluted by placing their hands on the navel and half-bending. How courageous is the Anarkali ? No, at that time, capital

had killed poverty. But they died. Anarkali was alive. The man with the mirror complains to me.

I can't get over it. Don't turn your head. That's why people listen to me. Maybe I'm intoxicated.

you run away from me every day.” He wants to take care of me. And I'm going to keep running away. But we never stopped talking. I am in great need of it. He leads me to the light. And I push back into the darkness. His hope is alive. I can't see anything in the dark. He doesn't hear anything. And that's what I want to do. But I'm starting a new life. But where's the new one?

What do I do with the old one? What to do with this forested world, where there is fire everywhere? That's what's burning our fires. Many traders came and sold their gold ornaments.

.Race, nationality, language, ethnicity Everyone lit up our Garden with artistry. It was just an evening. And the sun was red in the sea. You came to explain it to me. Where do we go now?

The notification will be clear when the rock is extinguished. Then we will find our home. You will rebuild your home. But you have to be confident. No merchant will set fire to it again.

2: BROTHER

He thought, Why not choose the dirt road that leads to the village tonight? He woke up after dinner. performed ablutions. And he put on his helmet and went out. ”’Mom! close the door.

But don't wear a tie. Put the brick in the back. I'll be back a little later today." why?۔ Where will you go? At this time, Mom asked, and he answered. ”Mom! Sharif has called the singers. I'll be there after the prayer. For some time." but My son! he got married yesterday. And the singers have been called today. " Oh, Mama! Yesterday, it was Willima (marriage dinner party). How could it be done in one night?" OK..OK .Go away! But don't stay there too long.

He did not go to Sharif's house after offering prayers. Instead, he walked a long way from the village. He sat on the bank of the river and waited for a passerby. The streets were often deserted at night. But still, any traveller from the city towards the village would get off the bus on the paved highway. and walked down the street to the village. It was too late to reach the village. And today, Shaukat came out with the same hope. Then they returned from the city to the villages. They had money, too. And Shaukat had less fear of wasting labour.

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His father had died when he was a child. His father owned a lot of land. His mother had given him to a small farmer in the village. From then until now, the annual payment of rent has been received. For a long time, that money was enough for the mother and son for the whole year.

But when he was young, he got married. So it was difficult. Because the rate of inflation was increasing every year. On this account, the farmer used to increase a very small amount every year. And now, due to a lack of water, the landlord has also hinted at leaving the land a few

times. Therefore, Shaukat and his mother did not even demand much from the farmer to increase the amount of the mortgage. And as much as they got. They considered it a big.

Shaukat had no permanent job. Sometimes he would bring some money. That's what his answer to mom would. "Today I worked in the garden of Davood( David). ever say it. " Rafiq's roof was plastered. Sometimes there's a drain, he dug. So he seduced his mother by telling her the wages for building someone's wall. Sometimes a job. Sometimes the second. But he never did it. Whenever he brought something home, it's always stolen property. His mother loved him so much. She trusted him more than anything. His mother never forced him to work. At times, she advised him to manage his own land. To this, Shaukat replied. ;Mom! You know it. Water is needed to irrigate the land. And because of the cost of extracting water today,if we we even sell our land,it will not be arranged

The darkness was very deep. Dark clouds loomed in the sky. when a long time has passed. And there was no one there. So He thought he should go back home. He wanted to get up with that.

The sound of someone's voice came to his ears. He hastily changed his turban into a veil. He was holding a pistol in one hand and a torch in the other. In the darkness, a shadow approached him. The sound of coughing was also clearly heard. And Shaukat immediately guessed. There's an old man approaching. So there will not be much resistance. He suddenly turned the torch on the old man's face. The old man was terrified. "Who's ?”.The old man walked on. And he was not in good condition . Shaukat immediately removed the veil from his face. and the pistol is inserted into the inner pocket. Perhaps he felt pity for the old man. Or not getting anything out of him." Baba! where you come from now. And where to go? The old man said, "I am going to the house of Maulvi(religious teacher) Ziauddin Sahib. So tell me! What are you doing here at the moment? Shaukat probably did not expect such a question. That's why he was scared. he said. I…I…I'm waiting for my friend here. He comes back to town every week. He gets off the bus on the street. You know How far is it from here? But you're a stranger? The old man was trying to recover his breath. he said. "We are the followers of Maulana Ziauddin Sahib.

People often come to this village. Our village is across the river. He left home for the west. But I csn hardly take a few steps. So I'm tired." But Baba” and Shaukat cut him off and said," Maulvi Ziauddin Sahib is sleeping at the moment." “Yes. May be ۔It's been a long night. I will spend the night in the Mosque." Baba! Now the doors of the mosque will be closed. Come home with me.

we'll see Moulvi in the morning." Your friend?” asked the old man. Shaukat said. "He might as well have stopped today. He should have come by now. Shaukat was walking with the old man.

It took them a long time to get home. The musical sounds could be listen still from Sharif's house.. Shaokat opened the door. Old man sat down in the chair. "Baba! You didn't even eat?"

Shaokat asked. Didn't eat it. But now I don't want to eat. I am very tired. Just want to drink a glass of cold water”. Shaukat filled a glass of water from the earthen pot kept in the courtyard and gave it to Baba. The old man's hands clenched. He's done both. He held the glass in his hands. It's like the glass is falling out of his hands. Holding the glass of water, Shokat came out of room. and entered his own room. His wife was sleeping in their room.

Shaukat was very happy because on the way to home ,he once heard 'Beta' (son) from Baba's (old man)mouth. He thought about the whole thing. If his father were alive. You're still the same as Dad۔My father held out two hands.

He, once again entered the room,where the old man was sitting.

On Shaukat's insistence, he ate some pieces of bread with the help of water and hit the back. ۔

"Baba! Did you have to take any advice from the maulvi? "Yes son! After years of waiting, the daughter-in-law has been blessed with a son. But the baby does not get enough milk. Maulvi Sahib gives the virtual lesson of milk abuse…

Shaukat was very happy because on the way to home ,he once heard 'Beta' (son) from Baba's (old man)mouth. He thought about the whole thing. If his father were alive. You're still the same as Dad۔My father held out two hands.

He, once again entered the room,where the old man was sitting.

On Shaukat's insistence, he ate some pieces of bread with the help of water and hit the back. ۔

"Baba! Did you have to take any advice from the maulvi? "Yes son! After years of waiting, the daughter-in-law has been blessed with a son. But the baby does not get enough milk. Maulvi Sahib gives the virtual lesson of milk abuse…

I heard it. The villagers across the big river are very rich. Shaukat now started talking to Baba about his goal. Baba said. "Yes, they are very rich. We also have some poor families. "Do you have children? "I have only one son. He works in Sukkur (a city in Pakistan). That's just the way life goes. "Good baba! It's too late at night. You're tired. Go sleep! I'm going to sleep too. We will meet Moulavi in the morning prayer. With that, he turned on the lantern. He got out of his seat and went into his room. The light from the lamp was burning in the room. Hearing the sound of his steps, his wife, Sajida, spoke. "How long will it take?

"How long will it take?

"Are you still awake? "Yes !It's scary to live alone in night.; Shaukat laughed a little at this of his wife. And he said, "The house is in the middle of the village. There are friends and relatives all around. How do you be afraid? His wife did not answer. And she turned her face away.

Shaukat fell on the bed and started looking at the roof of the room. "It's a village across the river. Shaukat had heard a lot about this village. There are big houses for many years. There are businesses." This is our village. There are only a few houses. He's also middle-class. The land has no money. Instead, he drowned himself. How many families were wiped out? The people of the village live across the river.They deposited their money in the cities. And they in cities, became

kings. If it's from there, Have a small treasure. Then there will be no need to steal agin in life. He thought for a long time. And those thoughts came to his mind. Her eyes opened to the sound of her mother's voice. You see the sun coming in through the window and the door. He got scared and went out into the garden. ;Mom said “ Why didn't you pray? The sun came up. " Why do you not pray every day? And you have to go to work in the morning. Pray and leave the house in the morning. You'll be blessed. No, that's the syntax. Hey ! I'm telling. It is the shadow of evil.

You will have to take advice from Maulvi Sahib. the dark night It's completely disappearing.

Son! How many days have you been married? The wife waited all night. He says it from above.

he can't get up early. It's a good excuse. Mom!; Shaukat said, "A guest came with me at night.

That's why I'm worried." Who's the guest?"

Mom! There was an old man. He came from the village across the river. He was going to the Maulvi. The night was too long. That's why Itook him home."

“But there was no one there. The door was also open.”

"Maybe he'll wake up in the morning. and he'll be gone. You wake me up."

“ Oh, it is. I would have known. It wakes you up. Is this the time? to bring the guest home.

There is also some information about the house. all over the hand. The day is spent at home.

and hosts at night. Hey, good luck!

home. and hosts at night. Hey, good luck!

His mother was speaking. He left the house without eating anything and without washing his hands. His mother had given him it earlier today. It was never like that. ' ... He wandered aimlessly through the village streets for some time. Then he went to the gardens. In the shadow of an old mulberry in a garden,he sat for long there.

Then he thought about the town across the dry river. And before evening came, he came towards it.

When he crossed the river, he reached there. So some children were playing with the house in front.

Shaukat went to them and started talking to them. Pointing to a house, he asked. “Whose house is this?

“A child replied.” This is our house. Who lives in it? The chid replied. Me, one of my younger brothers.

Younger sister and mother. What is your father's name? He lives in the city and works there.

“good ! good! "Whose house is this? Shaukat had pointed towards the second house. "This is our uncle’s home."

“good! Do they live here? Shoukat asked.

The boy said, “They still live in the old house. The roofs of the rooms are not complete yet. "

"Do you have an elder brother? Shaukat asked. " The boy said I'm the elder one.

He looked at the boy again. And he said, ;Bring it home! He took a coin from his pocket and put it in the boy's hand. and went back to the dry stream. The sun was about to set. He went down to the dry stream and sat down in the bushes. He knew so much about the boy. That the owner of the house was not at home. The house was completely empty. There was only one woman in the house. What's wrong with him? It could be, "Do you know if such wealth is found, then there will be no need for theft throughout life? But what if the owner of the house came back today? He was now in some confusion. He was a thief. and robbing passers-by in the dark of night, besides some petty thefts, it had been. But it was the first time in a house. In this case, it could be. He looked at the sky. The whole sky was lit up with stars. Screams of wolves could be heard in the distance.

He got up and moved into the new house. He knocked on the door of the house. But the door was locked .. He turned quickly to the door of the other house. pushed. So he The door was also very tight. After lighting the torch for a moment, a large lock was hanging on the door. Which he didn't see in the light of day? He tossed the torch. and went up to the door. He jumped into the unfinished house and entered another house. started. Because there was no one there. So he came up with the recipe easily. A house with a wall between two houses The hall was built.

After a few attempts, he climbed the ladder. He lifted his head from the wall and looked at the other house. right in front of A light was burning in one of the rooms. He hung himself with his hands against the wall and dropped to the side. He walked along the wall, moving towards the lit room. He sat down near the window. His body was swollen. Sweat was pouring down his body.

He got up and moved into the new house. He knocked on the door of the house. But the door was locked .. He turned quickly to the door of the other house. pushed. So he The door was also very tight. After lighting the torch for a moment, a large lock was hanging on the door. Which he didn't see in the light of day? He tossed the torch. and went up to the door. He jumped into the unfinished house and entered another house. started. Because there was no one there. So he came up with the recipe easily. A house with a wall between two houses The hall was built.

After a few attempts, he climbed the ladder. He lifted his head from the wall and looked at the other house. right in front of A light was burning in one of the rooms. He hung himself with his hands against the wall and dropped to the side. He walked along the wall, moving towards the lit room. He sat down near the window. His body was swollen. Sweat was pouring down his body. He wondered if there was a man in the room. And if he senses her presence, whatever it is, it can be. It can also be life. Or it could be the next one. But when he raised his head and peered into the window, A woman and three children were eating dinner. and a small child

with play stick balls attached to a swing He's playing. He felt a little relieved. But the next moment, he thought of the owner of the house.if He's back in town today.

next moment, he thought of the owner of the house.if He's back in town today.

With that thought, he got up, walked to his left, and sat down in the corner of the room. Then walked slowly towards a tree at a distance.he sat down the tree.

He sat in that position for a long time. Then he saw that the light of the lantern was dimmed.

And the door closed. He still didn't move from his spot. He was sitting there. And then some more time passed. And the moon appeared from the east. He became more and more convinced that the owner of the house would not come. . A little smile spread across his lips.

"With a couple of light knocks, the woman will open the door. This is how she will see the barrel of a pistol and a stranger in the darkness of the night. So that's a mistake. All the jewels and the money will fall at my feet. I will be able to run. She can't will scream. The woman is herself. Very weak to resist :;

Shaukat's smiling lips had not yet shrunk. The sound of a heavy object falling to the ground was heard in his ears. As it was the bill fell on his head. And he lay down on the ground and stared at the sound. A man dressed in a dimly lit room began to move forward. Shaukat brushed his lips with regret. All his hard work had paid off. The owner of the house came. And then he thought If that was the owner of the house. Why did he jumped? Then he realized the door was closed. They're all sleeping. That's why the wall collapsed. He(the new comer /stranger) went to the window instead of the door. He stared into the room for a while. Shoukat was seeing that the new young man stood by the window for a long time. His face looked like something out of the moon. A moment later, a young man appeared at the door. And he started clapping. The light in the room brightened. But the door was not opening. now The man started banging on the door. Shoukat watched the scene in amazement. He thought the light was fading. This means that the woman has woken up. If she awake, why did't she open the door? When the knocks were over, the door opened. The man spoke very slowly. His voice was out of tune. Nevertheless, his face He could see quite a lot. She wanted to cover her head and face. But the new man grabbed her by the arms and began to drag her into the courtyard.

The woman began to scream. "For God's sake, take the money! Go gaga! Don't put your hands on me! Forgive me! someone's respect. But these requests had no effect. And he began to pull the woman towards the other room with all his might. The whole show is now understood. He was not the owner of the house. It was another dark night. He was also a thief. A Separate ladders. He had another purpose. There were different motives. And then, by coincidence, two separate litters were gathered in the same house. The woman's voice was hoarse. A devil was

about to fulfil his desire. And the other was watching the spectacle for a different purpose. the two of them The victim was helpless. an easy catch. ..Woman.. ۔The woman's arm was broken.

And she groaned like a wounded heron. In the melee, her scarf got stuck in the mud on the ground. "For God's sake, Take it all! someone's respect. I'm a mother…Oh God! " The nerves in Shaukat's body started bursting inside the body. The hair on the body stood up. Cold and hot waves began to wave simultaneously in the body. "Your mother, for the sister. God have mercy!

The man responded to the woman's request with a loud slap. There was a change in Shaukat's eyes. his hand-washed It moved towards the inner pocket. And then the bullet was fired. Blood started oozing out of new comer’s shoulder.

Suddenly, woman was silent. Now it was the turn of the newcomer. Another bullet then struck his leg.Shoukat came Out of the shadow of glory , approached to new man. A bullet hit him in the other leg. The woman picked up her scarf. and with her tired hands. I wanted to cover up her tired existence. She said it frantically. You you..Who's? Brother !…..are doing here ?

throughout its entire existence. There was a lull

. "I'm a thief."

“What?;

“Yes ۔ But I steal money..jewelry '. whatever came to hand. But the honour doesn't return.I donot steal honour ….”

She did not return and remained silent for a few moments. Shaukat was also silent. The injured man continued to cry

. "Then wait!” woman said I'll bring you all the money and jewellery and put it on your feet.

Shaukat laughed a little.

No..Sister! Now it's your money. Jewellery was forbidden for me. You said me brother. Saying this, Shaukat put the pistol at the woman's feet. And he put the new man on his shoulder.

"There are three shots. If someone comes again in, don't forgive him!

If Someone ask you in the morning about fires. Tell them that you heard the shot. came from the river. Your children may have woken up. Shake it up! I'm going to take him. The woman opened the door. And Shaukat started moving towards the dry stream carrying the new man on his shoulder. The young man was crying loudly. down into the river, Shaukat threw the newcomer into the bushes. And he ran away to his village. Because his mother was old. And his wife, Sajida, had no brother. ×

Dream

It was the most beautiful evening of Amjad and Najeeb's lives. Their father brought them a second-hand bicycle. They didn't eat well that night. They couldn't sleep well either. dreams in their hearts for years. It was muggy. It was completed. They were waiting for the morning. They learned to ride a bicycle by asking others. But When a thing becomes its own property, It creates a different feeling. And then there are the childhood dreams. They're yes There was a second hand bike. And their neighbors and friends used to have new Chinese bicycles in those days. That's because they The situation was high. And then it was morning. They both ate very quickly. They put their bags in the back. And Najeeb sat in front of Amjad. He started riding his bike to school on the village road. His village school was a primary school. After passing the fifth grade, Amjad had to enter high school. nearly from their village. It was five miles away. He went to school for nine months. Yes, sometimes a villager put him on a bicycle. He'd taken And when Najib passed the fifth, their father had to buy a bike for them. The ride was very enjoyable at first. And then it became normal. But now both of them wanted to. Everyone's got their own bike to make it easier to get to. But it was his father's great desire.

It wasn't about The village high school, in which they both and their villagers studied There was also a primary school for girls. Most of the girls were in primary school. But the girls' families wanted them to study further. So they would enter in boys high school. In each class, two to three girls would sit in the front seats along with the boys. When Amjad passed the seventh, he reached the eighth. So the headmaster of the school made two A and B classes in the eighth grade. Separated the little boys and put them in the B class, with three girls with them.One of girls was Head Master’s daughter and the other two were Myra and Nasreen.

Amjad was considered one of the most talented students at the school. In the last annual examination, he secured the second position in the entire school.

Amjad's shoes were torn. The cobbler declared it unrepeatable. And in the morning, Amjad had to go to school.His father, He didn't have enough money to buy new shoes. The market was too far away. his mother picked up the old stuff that night. Take off his father's old shoes. The leather was very hard. The shoes were soaked in a bucket of water for an hour. so that there's

some soft fall down. Then she took them out of the bucket and put the pieces of old clothes in them. So that the bill can go out. The shoes were dry in the morning. But the colour was very bad. Now it was no polish at home. That's why his mother soaked her clothes in mustard oil.

Trying to shine. What do you think of this carelessness—that when the dust of the dirt road falls on the shoes, what will be the pest? When entering the class, Amjad started passing in front of the girls. So Sadeqah and Nasreen could not stop laughing at his shoes. A scream came out of his mouth. Amjad looked at the first fight. His eyes were focused on his shoes. And then, when it was, he looked down at his shoes. He was really embarrassed. Rather, it was a shock. He turned back to the girls. He looked at the one who was smiling. It was just a Myra. Se wasn't smiling herself. But she was also looking at Sadiqaha and Nasreen with angry eyes. Amjad sat in his seat, walking with heavy steps. His father's old shoes seemed too heavy for him. It was probably the first time he realized his poverty. He sat down in his chair and looked at the girl again. ۔Sadeqa and Nasreen were still engaged in conversation with a smile. And Myra was looking at Amjad in this way. Just like the two of them she was asking for forgiveness. Amjad took his eyes off of it. And looked out of the window. Then the class incharge came in the class.

After checking attendance ,He said . "Yes ..yes! Who will be the class leader? "You choose.” Me.

Sir!” A boy stood up.

“ No The monitor will be at your will. First of all, tell me who wants to be a monitor. A boy in the class raised his hand. Suddenly, Amjad looked at myra, who was looking at him. Myra asked Amjad to raise his hand in her eyes. then Amjad held up his hand as well. The class incharge said "Okay. All the boys come back. And who among Amjad and Waqar wants to vote? Write down his name. The ones who vote There'll be more. It will be the first monitor. The class incharge placed a white paper on the table. One by one, the boys got up and began to write their names on the paper. Finally, the girls were right. Dairy was used. When everyone had written, the class in-charge called Amjad and Waqar and started counting on paper. Because the name of the dignity is written more on the paper for Waqar, He was chosen as the first monitor of the class.

Amjad noticed that one of his names was written with a green marker. Then he looked at Myra, and the marker was in Myra's hand.

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Amjad and Najeeb used to bring grass for the goat after evening. Then doing school handwriting work, memorizing questions, and some before the West.they played football for a long time. In the evening, his father returned home from work. His hands and legs were tied.

They all took dinner dinner .And after that, he would do some school work before going to bed.

In the morning, Both the brothers continued to walk to school. Even at the end of the year.

During this time, Myra fell ill once and for two consecutive weeks. She didn't come to school.

And then She came. When Amjad entered the class, he passed by her desk. So stop for a moment. went. But he went on without saying anything. Myra was known to be older than Amjad throughout the year. And it was large, too. When it's the usual half-day, all the boys are gone. So Amjad got up and stood in front of Myra's desk. And he looked down. "Your health is fine. ?…

“Yes!. I'm all right now. Are You OK?"

Yeah, I'm good. I'll bring you something."

“ No. Nothing. Just do one thing for me. Will you do it?

“ yes..yes! I will do. Tell me.”

“Complete my two copies home work. I can't talk to anyone in class. I will say to complete by them both”. Maira pointed to Sadaqa and Nasreen.

Amjad completed both copies in two days.

"Thanks. Amjad!۔

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Maira's family was one of the richest families in the village. His father retired from the gas industry. a brother was an officer. The other was an inspector. The younger one was studying at the university. There had apple orchards, vineyards, and bungalows in the city.

Exams were finished. So this year, Amjad came first in the whole school. And it's been two and a half months leave. It was cold during the holidays. His father had little work. So it was winter.

food and fuel, as well as heating Clothes were also a problem. Najib was not very sensitive to the issue. But with a sense of poverty and helplessness, Amjad was badly injured. Sometimes he would stay up all night, dreaming about the future. He wanted to grow up fast. in order to be his father's hand. He could become the shoulder on which his weary father could rest his head.

And his mother had it all. So far, he's only been able to He thought. When will the day come when he puts his salary for the month in his mother’s hand? And he will spend only his pocket money. And Najib will also get a job. Then he will be able to sleep. Home conditions and cramped living conditions made Amjad grow up prematurely. He played very little. There was no ambiguity in it. more of it's They weren't friends. Except for 'Uzair'.

The holidays were over. And the schools were open. The admissions process lasted for 10 days.

And then the classes began. Sadqa and Nasreen , They began to come. But Myra didn't come.

Amjad had never thought of it. So he understood that it may be that she had gone somewhere.

Or 've been sick. Although the month It's passed. But Myra didn't come.

. "I must find out from Sadeqa and Nasreen. But how? they'll ask. And why am I asking? The Class In charge was also present. If he Doesn't mention her name , I'll know. ; Thinking so, he waited for the teacher to leave. And as soon as the period was over, the in-charge exits before the arrival of another teacher. When he got up and opened the attendance register, he found that her Myra's name was not in the register.

"Why don't she come ? Finally, he dared to ask Nasreen . "she's not coming back. ;’

“why? She've quit studying?

;No.She went to the city with the certificate. She'll read there now. ”;

۔”Oh!I see’’

With that, he walked out of the classroom. Myra did not return to the village school this year.

There were exams and vacations. This year was different from last year.

It was different because it wasn't The rest of the conditions were normal. Still living in poverty.

the same day and night. The same thoughts, the same dreams It's his father's job. It's the old bicycles and their life. So, what's changed? Only one thing has changed. One thing was missing.

What's so special about Myra? It was a thing. she was the class fellow. There were a lot of class fellows. And why is it her? Remembering her at such a young age. Why is it so?Amjad couldn't understand it. But it had to be so. Myra took the school with her. Another year has gone by.

There were three weeks left in December. Amjad's 10th exam would be held next year. His entire focus was on studies. Because he wanted to score good marks in the board exam to get into a good college. He's already started preparing well. He spent all of his time at home after school. And it's all There was only time to read.

One day,when he entered the class. and sat down in his place. His mouth stayed open. When he was with Sadeqah and Nasreen, Maria sat down as well. In the last two years, something has changed. Amjad couldn't believe his eyes. His eyes were constantly focused on her .She was engaged in conversation with Sadeqa and Nasreen. Then came the class Incharge. When it was halftime, Amjad still, was sitting at his place. When all the boys had gone. He thought, He

couldnow talk to Myra. But , he became worried—what would he say to Myra now? He lifted his eyes and looked at Myra. She was looking at him. He got up from his seat and approached her.

“Myra! How's the situation.How are you?”

“ I'm ok. Amjad ! How are you doing? How much have you grown?”

Amjad smiled and lowered her eyes. Like something to be ashamed of

." We never asked. And when Myra came, you began to ask. Nasreen said.

"She is a guest. Came two years later. You have to ask now. And before Amjad says anything more, The teacher's voice came from the corridor.

“Amjad! What are you doing in the class?"

“ Yes sir! He was just getting out.”

That day, Amjad came to know that Myra had migrated for the exam. And she will take part in exams from the same center.

The next morning, he stood in front of the mirror for a long time. The hair wasn't blonde. How many times did Najeeb scream” ! Hurry up !It's too late Brother!. Today has to be a hit.”

" I just came. Let's clean the shoes. He and Najeeb had grown up. And the bike was old.

Sounds began to come from the corners. But today, there was no feeling of fatigue. He saved time by riding a bicycle in front of the mirror. They both came to school on time. It took him a long time to recover his senses and breath. And class as usual. and teaching. But it's the class.

There was plenty of excitement from all over the world. The class has always been different. A conflict that had been waiting for two years.

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That night, the light in his room burned out. And he stood for a long time in front of the mirror and looked at himself. And he thought of Myra. Although the mother's, she said.””Son! Don't watch the mirror at night! Enemies are created”.

But he didn't remember her mother. He thought. "What's this? idea of Myra. Why is this? If that's his idea, If not, think about her. Oh, his eyes? Don't know her face?..hairs..her neck Or the human race? nose? Don't know He didn't think so. His age was incomprehensible. Oh, and the time? Now's not the time. If I have time, I will think about it. It's only been a few days at school. Then there will be leaves. a few days in March. What will happen then? Where will she?

Where are we? " I have a lot to talk about. But what can I say? What will she say? What is the purpose of our talk? What will be the axis? Oh, and the people? Oh yeah, people? What will people say?. But Why did he take so long to think about her? That's the feeling. That's the situation. What should I call him? And that's the feeling. But it's not time yet. If I have time, I will think about it. Perhaps Myra might have thought so, too. Do you know she's standing in front of the mirror? But what will she think? Maybe she's waiting for the time too. Perhaps ,”

But the time is the time. When someone's waiting. That's a few days. It went like a few days.

The words stayed in his heart. he didn't get time to see where the things were. Stay the same.

The heart was silent. His heart began to speak. So the world's what's to happen.

“My heart is silent here. Because the mind is here. It is the kingdom of the mind. This brain is very weak. It's happened. Despite being a king, he is feared. Because it's about people. He's always worried about people. "What will people say? That explains the heart. The heart doesn't understand. But it has to be quiet.

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The board exams began in March. Boys and girls from other schools also attended the centre. a separate boys' room. Girls in a separate room. Still, sometimes Amjad would see Myra from a distance, sometimes going into the hall and sometimes leaving the hall. She went home with her brother.

On the day of the last paper, Amjad collected the paper and came out of the hall before all the boys. sitting in the school yard. The Girls' Hall He looked at the waiter. He looked around, but he didn't see his brother.

“Perhaps She was alone today. Today's the day I have to talk to her. And if not, then say

"Goodbye." Today is the last meeting. And then where will be she ?”

A little more time passed. One by one, more boys started coming out of the examination hall.

Girls from the Girls' Hall .He started to walk out again. But Myra wasn't out yet. When he looked at Nasreen, he ran towards her.

"How are you? How's the paper?"

“Very good. How's your paper? "

‘It was good. How do you feel about Myra and Sadiqah?"

He also added Sadeqa's name along with that of Maira as a precaution. Nasreen said. "They are also doing well. Today, Myra first solved the question paper and submitted it. “So. She's gone?

powerless out of his mouth.”

"Yes, when it has been done.”

“Where?”

"Where?.. her home?

Nasreen stared at him for a moment and then said, "Well , Amjad! Goodbye! I won't see you later today. We spent three years in a class. Sorry if there's something wrong!”

“No. No! There's no such thing.’

“Say good-bye to Sadeqa and Myra on my behalf. " Goodbye! " Goodbye! Nasreen was gone.

And he stayed there for a long time. Although the sun was shining with all its brightness on the exact horizon, but He seemed to be It's like darkness is spreading.

“I'll never see Myra again. Or maybe we'll meet. sometimes in life. But how? some time. But why? In what kind of position? Why'd she stay? what is…. What's my status?” He was walking towards his village. He looked back several times. Maybe there's a sight or sound.

He was walking slowly towards his village. During this time, how many times did he look back.

Maybe a sight or a sound would stop him. But every time he saw the empty school building. He felt as if that proud building was the result of his years of hard work, longing and waiting. As the building was laughing With that thought, he felt something heavy on his chest. Then a stream of tears quickly touched the nose and cheeks and wet the chest. Then suddenly he remembered that he had left his bicycle at school and carelessly walked home. He had once again found an excuse or an opportunity to return to the village of Myra. Because he had left his bicycle there.he had forgotten it .He started walking madly towards the school taking fast steps.

Probably. A scene! a sound! No stopping sound! A voice that might be waiting for him. He entered the school.

"hey man! Lost in what thoughts? You left their bicycles alone. No matter what, you stopped us for so long. Hurry up!. I have to lock the gate.'' And looking back, he started walking towards his village. That maybe a scene! .. A sound!

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"Brother ! Do you remember?" When we both used to go to school on bicycles. So what did you do every day while coming and going?”

One day Najeeb said to Amjad over a meal.

"What thing? There were many things. And now it's been a while. Now what thing do you remember from your childhood?" Amjad asked.

Najeeb smiled and said. "Brother! You used to say everyday that you will grow up. You will get good jobs. Money will come. Then we will built RCC house.

And make a porch with glass windows. Put bricks in the courtyard. Make four walls of bricks.

Put a big gate.

will And will take a car. Now the jobs have also started. Money is no less. got married. The children were born. The car arrived. The gate was closed. But the glass-windowed bar was not built."

"Dude! Let them eat now.It will also become. Not necessarily every dream.”

At once he fell silent. As if someone had put a hand on his mouth.

"What happened brother i!? Finish the meal and go."

Najeeb said when Amjad suddenly stopped eating and got up.

Amjad went to his room and lay on the bed. And looked at the fan blades hanging on the ceiling. A veranda with glass windows. Once upon a time he had a dream. Because during his school days he had heard that Myra's house had a shutter with glass windows. The courtyard is paved with bricks. The four walls of the house are made of bricks. There is a big gate and a car in the yard. Etc. Etc.

Although he never met Myra after school. However, the days when Amjad was studying in the university. In those days, the news must have reached him that Myra was married to the son of a big landlord of the area and his father's friend. There was no news after that. But her memory never left his heart. How many turns in life. How many sufferings, how life was fought. And how many situations changed into how many situations. But Myra's name was probably engraved on the heart.

Myra could not be forgotten. Her eyes, Face. Nose map. ,.. tall …

These pictures were quite blurry. But Myra herself was flamboyant with full air. The veils of time failed to obscure Myra's existence.

As Amjad was advancing towards old age. Myra's memory continued to gain youth. However, after getting a job, Amjad's mother married him to the most beautiful girl in the village. The girl's family was also high in wealth in the village rather than in the area.

Amjad's three sons were now going to school. The school in his own village had also become high school.

One day, Amjad was busy trying to count the white hairs on his head in front of the mirror,

when he thought of counting the white hairs on Myra's head.

"His head will also have white hair. Maybe she will have children too. Wrinkles on the face? I see dark circles around my eyes. Is it her too? Is that tall thin Myra fat now? If it is thick. So, how would it look? "

He smiled a little with this thought. And then suddenly his smile turned into depression.

“I like her face… nose…. cheek, Lips. There was no interest in her body before. Not now. I was only interested in her. And there is. I was held captive by Myra. And held. Not by her body. If not Myra, then not. Her thought is my memory. It is not necessary. Yes, not necessarily."

Then another confusion surrounded him. And that he thinks about Myra, while she was married to someone else. And while his lovely wife loved him dearly. And Amjad also paid his and his children's full rights. But the confusion was that like all the world he had not informed his wife about this feeling. But how would he do it? He used to hide Myra's name even from himself. If he had taken her name himself, Myra would have been disgraced. She had a place in the heart.

And Amjad would comfort himself that this feeling is not deliberate. This feeling is not done.

Rather, this feeling happens automatically. And that's what happens. No one is to blame for this.

He had not taken Myra in his heart deliberately. On the contrary, she used to go to the settlement automatically and her memory gained sanctity day by day. And the strange thing was that there were some unforgettable incidents and accidents in life. Some difficulties and unpleasantness had also lingered for some time. But Myra's memory and her imagination were becoming four times younger day by day. Amjad's every happiness, every pain and every condition was obvious to everyone like an open book. And now, as an assistant commissioner, he was also discussed in the whole area. But he did not tell this to anyone. It was never mentioned. And neither did he let anyone realize. Even his friend 'Uzair' was not told. Although when Uzair fell in love with a village girl. So he told Amjad first. Later, Uzair got married to the same girl. Except for Myra, there was nothing hidden between Amjad and Uzair

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For some time Amjad's wife's health started to deteriorate. Stomach pain and fever started.

Shown to many doctors. But she did not feel well. Amjad often had to stay away from home because of his job transfers. Although as a high district officer he had good government houses to live in. But he considered it appropriate to keep his wife and children in the village. Because his old parents and brother Najeeb's wife and children also lived in the house. And Amjad did not want to keep his wife and children away from the family.

One day Amjad took his wife to a big hospital in the city. The doctors there conducted a test and said that his wife hepatitis B. Due to which the liver was affected to a great extent.

Amjad admitted her in hospital. And he left no stone unturned in providing all kinds of treatment. He also took leave for this purpose. When doctors from Quetta excused for treatment. And the condition of the patient worsened. So Amjad had to took her by plane to Karachi. And readmitted her to the highest and most expensive hospital. But she could fight death only for a few days.

Amjad's entire family was devastated by Zainab's death. And Amjad himself was broken. he used to feel scared thinking about his children's future. And his own condition was also greatly affected by this accident. He had lost a faithful and beloved companion. By fighting the difficulties and sufferings he had put the vehicle of life on a smooth track. That car was once again starting to hesitate. His wife's terminal illness and death were truly unexpected for him.

In all this situation, his parents, brothers, sisters-in-law used to comfort him in every way. And his dear friend was now always with him like a shadow.

The wound of Zainab's separation had healed to a great extent. Or else Amjad had made a compromise by understanding the fate . Anything else could have been done. His wife, the mother of his children, was dead. And this grief could not be easily forgotten.

Then, when two years passed in the same situation, the family members were worried about Amjad's marriage. That now the whole life cannot be spent in the same way. Nor can one die with the dead.

At first, Amjad refused. But finally he had to surrender to the insistence of his family and friend.

And when he thought about it later. So it was really better for him how long his old parents would live and how long his brother would stay with him. Then what will happen to him and his children?

"Mom! But let me tell you one thing openly. That I will not marry a young girl”. Uzair was also there at that time.

"But son! Where can I find a girl here who wants to marry a second time after becoming a widow?" Even if there is a widow. So, those with children. When do children and orphans get married again? Yes, if the virgin is older, it can be a matter." said the mother.

Uzair, , kept listening to the words of the son and mother. After a while he started saying.

"Aunt! Who would refuse for my friend. He is an Assistant Commissioner. This is not a joke.

Wherever you talk about the relationship. God willing, the answer will be positive”.

Amjad said, "No man! That's not the point. Look at my age. Three children from above. I think that's what I've been thinking. That would be more appropriate."

Well, the discussion ended with the decision that a widow or an older girl would be suitable for Amjad.

One day, Amjad and Uzair were going to the city in Amjad's car for some work. On the way, Amjad's marriage came up between the two friends. Both of them thought for a few minutes.

Now they were realizing that according to Amjad's nature it was really difficult to get a relationship. Then there was silence for a few minutes. After a while suddenly Uzair spoke.

"Dude! Do you remember. A girl used to study with us in school.”

"Which girl?"

"Dude! She was our classmate."

Amjad frowned and asked, "That is, who was with us in school."

Uzair said. "Yes man!"

Amjad shook his head. "Dude! Now, where did the mention of the school girl come from? After a short pause, he said, "Which girl are you talking about?" There were three girls.

Uzair said, "You remember. There was a girl, Myra. She was with us in the eighth grade. Then she left. And then she cameback to take the matriculation exam.

"Yes. Yes. Something is missing."

As soon as he heard Myra's name, Amjad felt a sensation in his body. And he said in secret….

with himself…in thoughts…in feelings …in his own heart…

"What do you know, friend?" You say I remember Myra. Hey, I never forgot her. she has descended into the depths of the soul. Every now and then her image is a bit blurry. But every word of her becomes a picture and every word becomes a word, it does not allow to think about anything else, it does not allow to sleep. When she remembers. So the body shakes with gentle waves. The soul begins to sleep. And the body becomes still. Then the chest begins to throb. Moments can erase his memories. Time could not forget his concept. Accidents, difficulties and relationships could not break this string. That's it. What was it? Her name was Myra. The name that even you remember after so many years. But what should I… name.. my every feeling connected to it. It is. Still. But."

"Dude! I am asking you something.

Uzair broke his thoughts.

"Yes. The same Myra. You were talking about Myra. What happened to her?

"She was married."

"Obviously man! The wedding had to happen. Rather, I think she must have been married before us. Because one was a girl. And anyway As far as I remember she was at least a year older than us."

"Just a while ago, you said that you remember something. You also remember his age." Uzair said looking at him with questioning eyes.

Amjad felt as if he had been caught stealing something big. He said immediately.

"Dude! Now why did you mention it? Just to tell that she got married.

"Yes. And teasing. Therefore, it was considered necessary that something might happen there.

"what does mean?."

Because now Myra has got a divorce.

"What?" Amjad said, "How did you know?"

Uzair said.

"This was known a week ago. I wanted to tell you. I don't know why you didn't pay attention.

Amjad was deeply depressed. He understood Myra's pain deeper than his own. It was love, not a game.

Uzair started saying.

"Dude! My aunt's house is in Myra's village. You know this too. Aunt came to us for two days last week. They found out. She was telling my mother”.

"Dude, it was very bad." . How could Amjad bear Myra's pain? "Why did she get a divorce?

How sad she must have been."