MUST READ: THE MUTE LOVER-Episode 39

Deeba Ahmad

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EPISODE 39

 

They all sat there, listening to her with full concentration. It felt like her voice was washing the dirt and marks of sins away from their hearts, making them neat and clean once again.

“Dear sisters, have you ever realized how tough and hardlife in this era has become? Now there’s a finger difference between Quran and Satan. While browsing on the internet, just few movements of your fingers on your keyboard can take you to sick, dirty adult or show biz sites in no time at all, but on the other hand, same fingers can also lead you, guide you towards good, and healthy material.” She delivered her lecture confidently, with a complete command on the subject.

“Allah gives at least one chance to everyone to become alert, to adopt the right path….so that one won’t complain afterwards.” She told them in a decent manner.

“Any doubt or question?” She stated, and sent the girls a questioning look.

No question was asked at this point, so she carried on.

“Girls should have a great sense of responsibility of religion and their faith. No problem if they are not perfect but their intention should be perfect and just.” She went on gracefully and effectively.

“Good girls are those who care about each and every member of their family.” She told them.

“The beauty of life doesn’t depend on how happy you are, but on how happy others can be because of you.”

As she listened to these beautiful words, Deeba’s mind shifted to another place. For an instant, she thought it was Aariz Ali, who was saying these wonderful words, in his most beautiful accent.

 

For some strange reason, to Deeba, this lady teacher was an exact female version of Aariz Ali, same voice quality, same expression, similar choice of words and phrases……and that of typical, inspiring way to talk.

“Daughters are not burden.” She was saying. “They are responsibility, a thing or deposit commuted to the trust and care of a person. You’re the most wonderful and powerful creatures of the world. Your faith, your religion raises you high and high…… Don’t be ashamed of yourself ever.” She advised gently.

“But our parents are responsible too. They’re supposed to be the first institution to learn about these values and morals.” The lady teacher went on. “But unfortunately, most of the parents have now become careless about their most important duty. These parents have more time for watching movies with their children than they have for teaching them a few things about their Allah and his Prophet.”

Deeba was stunned as she heard the effective words. It was so true. Her parents had tried to provide her with all the best worldly facilities but had no time for providing her enough knowledge about her own faith. She remembered her beloved but busy father used to watch cheap Indian and English movies with her. He had enough time to take her to hotels and restaurants but didn’t have few minutes to teach her about even the basic principles of Islam in order.

“Now, one last word before we finish our lecture for today.” She stopped to put a detailed look at them, from behind to beyond, from right to left, her eyes didn’t miss a single girl sitting in the classroom.

“Nice girls, please don’t forget that.” She finally spoke. “God always gives His best to those who leave the choice with him.”

“And yes…..” She took a brief pause and then added. “Do what you feel in your heart to be right, for you’ll be criticized anyway. Let your heart guide you. It whispers, so listen closely.”
“Still we don’t have the slightest fear of Him. People visit nasty sites on internet in private, hiding it from their parents and relatives, but can they hide it from Allah too? See, they are scared if someone finds out about their bad acts, but have they forgotten that Allah is there watching their each and every act and move?”

They all sat there, listening to her with full concentration. It felt like her voice was washing the dirt and marks of sins away from their hearts, making them neat and clean once again.

“Dear sisters, have you ever realized how tough and hard life in this era has become? Now there’s a finger difference betwen Quran and Satan. While browsing on the internet, just few movements of your fingers on your keyboard can take you to sick, dirty adult or show biz sites in no time at all, but on the other hand, same fingers can also lead you, guide you towards good, and healthy material.” She delivered her lecture confidently, with a complete command on the subject.

“Allah gives at least one chance to everyone to become alert, to adopt the right path….so that one won’t complain afterwards.” She told them in a decent manner.

“Any doubt or question?” She stated, and sent the girls a questioning look.

No question was asked at this point, so she carried on.

“Girls should have a great sense of responsibility of religion and their faith. No problem if they are not perfect but their intention should be perfect and just.” She went on gracefully and effectively.

“Good girls are those who care about each and every member of their family.” She told them.

“The beauty of life doesn’t depend on how happy you are, but on how happy others can be because of you.”

As she listened to these beautiful words, Deeba’s mind shifted to another place. For an instant, she thought it was Aariz Ali, who was saying these wonderful words, in his most beautiful accent.

 

For some strange reason, to Deeba, this lady teacher was an exact female version of Aariz Ali, same voice quality, same expression, similar choice of words and phrases……and that of typical, inspiring way to talk.

“Daughters are not burden.” She was saying. “They are responsibility, a thing or deposit commuted to the trust and care of a person. You’re the most wonderful and powerful creatures of the world. Your faith, your religion raises you high and high…… Don’t be ashamed of yourself ever.” She advised gently.

“But our parents are responsible too. They’re supposed to be the first institution to learn about these values and morals.” The lady teacher went on. “But unfortunately, most of the parents have now become careless about their most important duty. These parents have more time for watching movies with their children than they have for teaching them a few things about their Allah and his Prophet.”

Deeba was stunned as she heard the effective words. It was so true. Her parents had tried to provide her with all the best worldly facilities but had no time for providing her enough knowledge about her own faith. She remembered her beloved but busy father used to watch cheap Indian and English movies with her. He had enough time to take her to hotels and restaurants but didn’t have few minutes to teach her about even the basic principles of Islam in order.

“Now, one last word before we finish our lecture for today.” She stopped to put a detailed look at them, from behind to beyond, from right to left, her eyes didn’t miss a single girl sitting in the classroom.

“Nice girls, please don’t forget that.” She finally spoke. “God always gives His best to those who leave the choice with him.”

“And yes…..” She took a brief pause and then added. “Do what you feel in your heart to be right, for you’ll be criticized anyway. Let your heart guide you. It whispers, so listen closely.”

For the next few months, Komal managed to stay busy, although, she found it hard to concentrate.

On the outside, she appeared cheerful and fun loving. But it was only on the outside. She worked alot, played alot and laughed alot, trying to feel the enormous emptiness inside. Where her heart has been, there seemed to be a big hollow ache. It throbbed through her with a never ending rhythm.

She would close her eyes and picture him as clearly as if he was standing in front of her—–his thick and vital, jet black hair, his bold black eyes, handsome features, glinting with lively interest and fascination. A tear would slide down her cheek, leaving a hot trail to remind her that the pain of losing him hadn’t eased. Her parents had accepted her once again, forgiving her for her mistake. But she knew they had accepted her as their daughter not as an individual like she had been. Her father initiated her to join her university once again, to pursue her law degree. But it held no charm for Komal now. She remembered well, to be a lawyer was her dream. But she was dreamless now. Someone else had stolen all of her dreams from her.

It was late one night, about 2 a.m, when the telephone rang as Komal was trying her best to get some formal sleep after taking two sleeping pills at a time. She reached out one hand for the receiver.

“Komal?” The masculine voice rang like crystal chimes over the wires.

“It’s me, Sikander….. Sikander Riza.”

With the telephone receiver wedged between her ear and shoulder, she went on yawning.

“I heard you’re back.”

“Yes, I am.”

There was silence on the other side then she heard his sober voice.

“I’m coming to your home this weekend. Your father wants me to meet you one last time.”

“Why?”

“Same question.” He said shortly. “But if your answer is still the same, like it was before, then, this will be the last time you’ll see me. I have decided to resign and leave your father’s company.”

Komal didn’t reply.

“What do you think?”

“I don’t know.” The answer was sighed rather than spoken.

“I’ll pick you up at 7 p.m. What do you say?”

She didn’t reply.

“Anyway, see you then.”

Biting her lips, Komal put down the receiver.

What was she going to do? She didn’t know. Perhaps there was nothing to do. She had no one now, who could wish for her, who could crave for her. She was alone as ever.

“Oh Aariz.” She hid her face in her hands. “Life is so hard without you. Why did you leave me?”

“No, I didn’t leave you.” His sad face came in front of her eyes from somewhere.

“It was you, who left me. Didn’t you?”

She wiped another tear from her cheek and turned away from his blurring image. With a determined effort, she shook away and fixed a smile on her mouth.

With slow, tired steps, she came to stand near the window, grasping for breath. Slowly, she pushed the dark blue curtains aside and gazed at the star-filled sky.

***********

Sometimes people come across certain events and particular incidents, which give new dimension to their lives. The same happened to Komal when she joined her University again. There was nothing unusual that day. After attending the last lecture, she was sitting on one of the benches around her Department Garden, gathering her thoughts about the presentation she was going to take next week, when she heard some noises. There was a group of Asain students sitting just behind her bench. At first, she paid no attention, but gradually, their words and voices became interesting.

“I wanted to be a doctor.” It was a male voice. “But my father wanted to see me as a successful lawyer. I accepted his decision. I compromised, tried, prayed and hoped for the best. The result is in front of you. Now, they count me among the most successful lawyers in London’s Asian Community.”

“Was it a sacrifice?” Some girl asked.

“Not really.” As he spoke, Komal could feel he was smiling. “To become a doctor was a dream of my past. But, I’m one of those who don’t let the past hold them back. Because in doing so, you’re missing the good stuff. Life’s short, if you don’t look around once in a while, you might miss it.”

“But you had opportunities.”

“Everyone can have. But, remember that opportunities have a reason for knocking on your door.” He murmured. His voice had some mysterious quality in it.

“You always have opportunities.” He went on. “All you need to do is to make the right choice.”

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