The EndA Chapter by Irenic it is the last chapter. The end is sad but happy too. She was looking at him. He was looking at her. She was feeling and
expressing how much she wwas feeling sorry for him. he was smiling calmly to
cheer him. he was smiling through eyes. She closed her eyes because she
couldn’t see his sufferings and pain which could be seen through his eyes. She
turned her face towards down. “What happened with you, then?” she opened her
eyes. “I opened my eyes. I find myself in prison”, he was looking at
her. She looked him. He turned his face downwards “Sitting on a wooden chair
with tied hands. I was shocked to see myself there” he was telling him “I
looked around, I saw a cop standing in front of me, I heard the voice of the other
man from my behind. He walked around me. He was laughing dramatically,
celebrating his victory. He was continuously saying that victory was in their
hands. I shouted “Let me go”, I was trying to untie myself. I tried to free
myself. Cop standing in front of m. hold face terribly. He….…..” she
interrupted, his words spinelessened her “What did he say, tell me his direct
narration”. Her interruption left his mouth opened “ “What case, what Fight!”,
he exclaimed. Suspiciousness hidden in words was coming on his face. The
neagativity from which he was saying was coming on his face. He put his hands
away from my face and other cop, came near to me and said “There is no case, there
is only the way of closing your mouth”, he said dramatically like a child. I
understood everything. I was astonished. I was regretting myself.” “How did they treat you?”, she asked. She was listening cautiously.
Her question made him to look up. Her question puzzled him. but his puzzleiness
was not coming on his face. Seriousness was coming on his face. “What do you
want from me to say, truth ot lie?” he asked. His face whitened. She asked herself what she wanted to listen she wanted to listen
lie but she need to listen truth, she followed her need “Truth”. “Truth is they treated, treat and will treat me badly” he was
looking her, he answered expressionlessly. He was feeling her emotions and
feeling. He had stone heart but it softened by her feelings and tears. She
told him how she was able to come to meet after 1 year. "I wanted to come
to meet you and fight for you but American Embassy wasn't giving me visa for
coming there" she was looking down, telling him with expressions of eager
which she was to come there. She was expressing her anger and tension. He was
looking him. "Then finally I
got visa two months before landing here." a smile came on her face. She looked him. He
looked her. She smiled. He stretched his lips to show he was smiling too. It was
difficult for him to smile for that person who leave him alone too when
everyone left his hand. She stood and came in
front of him. "please pray for our success" she asked him to pray. He
was looking down. "it is difficult
to achieve --" she interrupted put her hand on his mouth. "Don't try
to topple from the mountain on which I am climbing" she could not listen
something negative. "You toppled me
from that mountain which I was climbing" he angered. She bowed her head with guilt “It was misunderstanding”. He looked away from her “Ohh”, he smiled, and he was being quite
sarcastic. She saw his sarcastic smile which vanished in second. She left the
place. He saw her when she went out from the prison with anger. He turned
his face towards left side again. He closed his eyes. “I want divorce”, words
reminded by him which Sadia wrote in the letter. He opened his eyes, took out old letter from his pocket. He opened
that old yellow stiff paper. “I want divorce. I want divorce not as a wife. I want divorce as a
mother. I am asking you for it just for Kabir. You will never come back.
How can I look grow him up alone. My hands are shivering to write this word but I am helpless. I
want you but you will not be with me anymore. Water is flowing from the river but I could not take that water. You free me here but hold my hand in green gardens near the golden
gate of heaven.
Your Wife,
Sadia Ahmed.” He read heartily. He read her name a bit loudly. He closed his
eyes with feelings of heartbroken with hands holding the letter. He opened his
eyes. He was seeing the word divorce written on it. He remembered how he wrote
I divorced you three times with hand halting after writing a word rapidly with
pain and melancholy. He remembered how the face of Kabir came in his mind and
he moved his hand again to write thw same sentence two times. He remembered how
his hand stopped when he wrote I divorced for the thirds time with eager of not
giving and pain of giving her because it was important. He remembered how he
looked up at the table placed out of the prison with red eyes. He remembered
how he looked down and wrote “you”. He put stone on his heart.
--- She was standing near the window watching the rain. She remembered
it was raining when she was asking him in letter to divorce her. She remembered
he was crying without noise. Her tears were falling down while writing each word.
She remembered hoe her hand was shivering while writing the letter. She
remembered her slight smile when she was writing “hold my hand in green gardens
near the golden gate of heaven”. She remembered how she was crying loudly after folding the letter. She opened her eyes when
she saw her face looking down at the paper. She extended her hand out of the
window. The drops of rain fell on her palm. Took her hand backward with sudden
as if someone pinched her. The drops of rain were filled with melancholy and
larchyma which she could feel only.. She touched her that hand from the left
hand with opened mouth. Tears came out from her eyes while touching that hand, Her
loud cry when she received the letter of him in which he divorced her was
revolving around her mind. “I ask for divorce but I did not know he would
fulfill this wish of mine too”, she remembered her words which she stated when
she opened his letter in which he wrote I divorced you three times. She
remembered tears was falling from her eyes after stating statement, her mother
was sitting beside her who was consoling her when she was crying.
--- Kiran was sitting in court. “I want to file a case” she said spine
fully with straight posture. Judge was looking down on file. He looked up. he
gave question ful expressions “Reason please” “I want to free my brother, Mr Ahmed Ashfaq, who is innocent”, she
was still looking him seriously. “Okay”, he was listening her cautiously as if she was telling her
something very important. “Bring empty file”, he ordered a servant standing with respect
beside him. He bowed his head. He went straight in the room. He brought white empty file. “Sir”, he gave him that
file. He took it from him. He smiled at her. he took out piece of paper from
the the centre of the pile. He gave it to her. “You have to fill it”, he said
seriously, trying to show he was more honourable than her. She was the only person in her family who got
a chance to go America to meet Ahmed just on the basis of securing third
position in University of Texas of Austin Law School. She wrote everything true
whatever he told him about articles and case. She gave him papers back. He
extended his hand to take from her. He hold the papers given by her back with
attitude and arrogance. He put numerous papers in that transparent file. "Marker", he
ordered his servant with same arrogance while putting papers in file. The servant went
straight inside. She was looking judge constantly without blinking. The servant
came back with marker. He gave him that marker. He took it from him. He opened
the marker. "Case 1108654" he wrote at the top of the file. He put the marker
down. He put his left hand fingers between right hand fingers. He sat straight
looking her with arrogance and spine fullness. "Mrs. Shamir!" he
exclaimed with sarcastic smile. she dabbed the table
hardly "Yes" she came near the table. He was sitting on its
place. He was not moved. He smiled on her movement. He moved his glasses
"Date of case will be announced after 10 days." he announced.
After 10 days, she
arrived in court. "Welcome Mrs. Shamir", he welcomed. He was being
sarcastic. She widened her lips.
She sat on her place in front of him. She was looking him seriously, she was
sitting straight "Can we have conservation on that topic for which you
asked me to come" she said seriously in strengthened tone and voice. "Yes, af
course"Judge did not lose his confidence and that charm which was
expressing his chestiness. Lawyers were sitting
on her sides. She was sitting in front of judge. "Rules and
Regulations of Case 1108654!" lawyer sitting on her left side took
out the name of the white booklet placed in the centre of the long table. She looked him with
serious expressions. She gave questioned expressions on the completion of his
exclamation. "You have to read
this", he extended his hand towards the booklet to point out with smile. "Okay", she
looked at the other tall and well physiqued lawyer who asked her to read the
booklet. She extended her hand
to take it in her hands. The booklet was quite thin. Kiran, who was wearing a
shawl on her head which covered her physique opened it with shivering veins and
arteries. The to and fro motion of shivering veins increased when every
lawyer's eyes glued at her. "May the rules
are facile", she was trying to stop shivering of her veins. She took deep breathe
when she saw the first rule was as easy as ABC. 13 out of 14 rules could
be followed by her easily. She came on the last
page, on the last rule. "The presence
of victim will lead to the fighting of case." she was reading with calm
and normally. "The absence of victim in court will lead to case
remain unsolved." these words whitened her feet because she knew his
presence in court would be make difficult by them. Thirty year old lawyer
sitting at her left side was looking her " You have to accept every law
otherwise there will be no case" he informed her with folded hands. Kiran who took blue
fountain pen in her right hand, closed her eyes "Oh Allah
make my path easier for me " she remembered Allah, on whom she had
doctrine of faith. She opened her eyes. She was extending her hand to do
signature with whitened feet and shivering veins from inside "Ya
Allah" she was constantly saying with closed lips without any noise. She signed with speed.
She looked up. She found everyone was looking her still "When I have to
fight the case in court?", she asked sitting confidently. Judge moved his
glasses. She sat straight "you have to fight case on day after
tomorrow" he announced. He stood moved his gown towards his shoulders. He
turned around. He stepped forwards towards the gate at right. Kiran who was sitting
relaxly with pen she was was holding pushing its button to open and close
constant, looking his movement sharply "who", she dabbed the pen
loudly on the table, came in contact with the table. She was looking him
sharply. "will fight case in your favour" the movement of Judge
halted. He about turned towards her. She said with spine fullness.
"day after tomorrow with me", she asked with moving eyes and eyebrows
as casually as she could. He was standing
straight. He was noticing his expressions seriously. He moved his glasses
towards the back. He looked up at her "Liam Beckham". The name of New York's
best lawyer astonished her which she kept hidden "Okay". She
stood in front of him but at very long distance. He was standing at the left near
the antique gate at left right. She was standing at right side near the
table. She stepped forward towards the old looking gate of large court e gate
room at right left. She pushed the gate outside. She stepped outside the room.
She came out and closed the gate looking him seriously.
-- "Please, enter in
court, your entrance would lead us to victory"standing in front of him who
was sitting with eyes looking down. he looked up
"Okay", he was looking her with eyes filled with the need of sleep. "Your time is
over, Mrs. Shamir", a cop standing opened the gate of the prison alerted
her. she looked him
"Yes I am going".
Before the day
of Hearing of Case in Court Ahmed who knew that he
could not reach there was going to sleep at his fixed position was being called
by a cop "Mr. Wilde is calling you". He was going to sleep
but his words made him to stand straight. "Come with me", he stepped
forward behind him. they walked across the corridor to reach Room 8: Wilde
David. "Sir", he
pushed the door hardly "Here is Ahmed", Ahmed stepped forward. He
stood beside him. Wilde was
smoking a pipe. He moved his hand at left side with curve,pointing out at the
gate "You go!". he hugged his right hand fingers to his palm of
right hand several times "You (Ahmed) come in" Ahmed entered in the
room normally with expressionless face. The cop remained stand at his place.
ahmed came near the table of his room. the cop hold the handles of the doors of
his room. he moved backward, joining the doors. he closed the room.
"The hearing of case will not take place
in your absence" the chair was being moved by him in left and right
direction making suspicious expressions. “Papa, Ahmed was killed hy FBI” she was crying
while informing him standing near the window of her brother’s apartment. -- Everyone at house of Ahmed's parents were in
white suit, sitting around the piles of Quran. His dead body was near the wall
with white chadaar on his face. His mother was crying terribly. His father was
standing stiffly hiding his pain in his through stiffness. He remembered his
astonishment when he picked up phone and cop informed him about his son’s
arrestment as well as warned him not to tell it to media otherwise they would
kill him. he remembered his way of telling and his own reaction on his given
information and warning. “Your son is in our hand---don’t dare to tell this to
media---we can do anything” the words of cop was revolving around his mind
-- After some days
past she arrived Pakistan, her family knew the results of the case. Kiran ashamed “papa no one won the case but still for me I lose the case”. To comfort her mother replied “no beta you won and you will see your victory when every American say Israelis and government are responsible after few years”. His father added “instead of sad we should be pleased because our Ahmed blessed with verdure of martyrdom by Almighty Allah; he liked the verdure of martyrdom.” Kiran added “he liked the verdure of martyrdom but he doesn’t know that verdure attracts towards him and see the aeoline of 9/11 led to verdure of martyrdom our Allah blessed him with odour of verdure of martyrdom”. -- © 2014 IrenicAuthor's Note
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IrenicKarachi, Sindh, PakistanAboutWorld is a painting and I am one of wanderer in it who is known by the name of IRENIC in its tiny piece's another world called INTERNET. more..Writing
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