Hi friends,
The previous chapter you have read was 17 and this is 18.
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Tiara❤️

CHAPTER 18

Asad closed his eyes letting his lashes burn with the fire he had built inside him in months.

"Main yeh nikah karna chahta hu ammi! Apni marzi se." He said with his head low to chest. His eyes drained water but however he managed to push tears back in his orbs.

The complete khan mansion freezed on hia decision, no one could believe themselves, whether they heard correctly.
" asad, tum pagal ho gaye ho kya?" Dilshad was the first amongst all to break this killing silence. Her eyes were wide in shock and disbelief, what's wrong with his son now was the only question she kept asking to herself, silently.

"Bhaijaan! Yeh aap?" Ayaan looked beyond shock at this time. It's just been a while that he was talking to humaira about asad and zoya marriage plans and also about how to convince gaffur And rashid when on next minute asad had dropped this bomb. He was afraid to know whether humaira too might have heard it or not.

"Haa ammi, main yeh nikah karna chahta hu or zoya ko bhi mera yeh faisla manzoor hai."

The sudden creak of door made asad jolt back to reality, the few shred tears were quickly hidden behind the back of his hand.

"Bhaijaan, sab aa gaye hai. Chaliye" nuzzhat says softly looking at asad with her head low and a duppata over her head, no jewellery is seen on her today, the sadness of the event could clearly reflex with the appearance she had worn.

"You go, I'll be there in few minutes" asad said chalantly and quickly getting up from his seat, he disappeared inside what looks like washroom.

Nuzzhat stepped inside on his disappearance and made a way to the place where he was sitting a while back. Her eyes started to water as she touched a carving art made with nails , engraved it on the wooden "zoya" she read it again and soon the even of few months came rushing to her; "tut rahe hai pyar mein, or kehte hai mohabbat nahi hai. Agar ye mohanbat nahi hai bhaijaan, to main sochungi allah ne kabhi mohabat banai he nai thi" (you are breaking every minutes inside bhaijaan and still claims that you dont love her. If you have never loved her bhaijaan then i will beleive that nothing likr love has ever exist on earth.)

With that she took a leave, wiping the little drops appeared behind her eye line with her cotton duppata.
Soon asad got down to living area , his eyes lay upon all the pale faces of his family members and relatives. People are mostly in white or same shades; the moment he steps down every one gathers around him like a bee.
Asad donot pay heed to anyone and walk straight to ammi and nazma.
"Where is dua?" He inquires with a tense brow.
"She is in her room with tanveer taking rest." Dilshad informs him with a straight face .
"And where are others?" He asks well again pointing at ayaan and nuzzhat.
"Ayaan said he no more feels to participate for this man and so he is staying back in his room while nuzzhat went to badi maszid to call elders for presence.
"Theek hai." Asad replies with a emotionless face.
The event start and men's tie handkerchief over their head while women takes duppata on their head properly. Maulvi sahab sits in front of a huge basket and picks up a Nankatai and a glass of water with khajur (nankatai is indian cookie) and reads fatiah on the picked up item. Later he blow air on the basket and other stuff kept right in front of them.
"Amin!" He says.and gets up giving place to wahjid and asad to pick the tokri and keep it in other side
"Dilshad behen, apke shohar ke naam se fatiah pad chuke hai (fatiah is a dua read in muslim) ap ise baat sakte hai sabme"
(Sister the prayer is now done in the name of your husband. Now you can take them and distribute it in the name of Mr. Rashid ahmed khan.)

Asad picks up few nankatai and distribute it to the women and men visited there. Then holy books and tasbeer are spreaded amongst all and a riyal too, so that people can comfortably read it and make dua for rashid's peace and harmony in jannat.

Wahjid places some nankatai and plastic bags containing biryani to distribute amongst poor and beggars behind the back seat of car.
Till then even ayaan had stepped out of the house and now was helping asad in keeping food in plastic containers with nuzzhat.
Asad had this wry smile on his face, on arrival of ayaan to help them all for his father.he knew his brother well. No matter how much angry he is, he would never be so rude to anyone specially his own father. Nuzzhat and ayaan packs biryani in bags and passes it to asad and wahjid who adjust the food properly in a giant container in back seat.
" tum sath chal rahe ho?" Asad asks ayaan while shutting the back door of his car.
"Nahi!"ayaan simply said and with that he picked up the left over pieces of plastics and spoons and the other container where food was cooked , and he turned around getting back to the house with things occupied in his hand.
"He needs to learn to forgive people, ya allah give him some courage to forget and forgive all wrong doings, life is too long to hold grudges against someone.please make him understand this" a soft prayer comes out of the wounded heart of asad for ayaan. He wished atleast ayaan to live a happy life unlike him.

"Nuzhat you stay home, as nikhat would be coming soon with everyone and i want someone here to help ammi in arranging everything for guest.ok"

"Ji bhaijaan" nuzhat with a nod stepped back from car and watched asad leaving with wahjid and driver.
"Where should we go sir?" Driver asked asad looking at rear miror.
"Peer baba ki dargah." Asad simply replied and soon his heart sank upon all those memories of his childhood where he had visuted there with his abu and ayaan and always in his prayers , after well being of ammi and abu and ayaan studies was the wish he made to call zoya back to him as she had left irritated on his nikah game. A faint smile appears on his face and as he cpuldnnow see the pillar of entrance from his car.
" we have reached sir" driver said with a seriousness.
"Theek hai." With that asad geta down of his car asking the driver to park it , till he goea and takes salaami of the peer mohammad baba inside.
The voices , giggles and blessing of children echoes in his ear and soon he remembers his own childhood prayers, his abu's words when he thought asad ayaan how to do sajda in front of allah and how to read namaaz for allah. His feets turned slower as he entered the pure divination of this holy place.
Asad takes a bow , kissing chaddar of peer baba tomb and comes out settling near an almost empty place right in front of a web wall.
"Ya allah tune zindagi di, maine sajda kiya. Tune mohabbat di maine apna liya. Tune bebasi di, maine dil ke zakham pe khaliya. Aj tu mujhe tanhai de raha hai, main band ankho se wo bhi lunga. Bas uski khatir; agar mujhse khafa rehne me uska sukh hai to de mujhe dard; itna, jitna uska damaan duniya bhar ke ronako se bhar jaye" asad with this dua spread his hands on his face and got down on his hands and knees in sajda.


"-main wajah hu sari mayusiyo ki, ye mauka apka diya main nai jane dungi allah. Ap mujhe himmat dijiye ke ye naye safar ki shuruwat se manzil tak ka daur; main chain or sukoon se paar kar saku. Amin!" Zoya got up from sajda and with this dua she spreaded her hands over her face and placed both hands over her lap reading the last prayer " atayato lilahi vasalvato..." She finished with it and turned to her right to wish her angels over her shoulder salaam " asalam walekum rasul ilahi" she wished the same on other side
"Salaam baji" humaira who too finished reading namaaz wished zoya with a smile.
"Salaam humaira" zoya said getting up from jaan namaz. She folded it soon she tepped out of it. And picking up it both sisters went to place it in cupboard.
"So, any plan for today?" Humaira tried to sound chirpy.
"Yes, going for an interview today" zoya said with a soft smile.
"Interview! Oh wow! Where it is baji?" Humaira asks her excited.
" well it's in our own college!" Zoya smiled at humaira with a small laugh seeing her all googly.
"You mean to say our x college?" Humaira excitement leaded her to hung mouth. "Oh my god di are you going to be a teacher there." She drool over at just the thought of seeing all her sexy x professors of the same college to whom she will meet in the name of zoya after a long year.
"Yes! May be. If i clear it" zoya replied unsureity.
"Ofcourse you will. Now comeone lwt me help you in preparation. hummy offered and aoon both sister got indulge in same.



Asad had finished with distribution of foods and cookies and now he was Walking back to his car when he gets nazma's call.
"Salaam bhaijaan."
"Walekum salaam nazma, kaho kaise phone kiya"
"Bhaijaan , i have just called to ask you, how things went there" nazma asked as she could not make it to participate because of suffering from women's menstrual cycle.
"Haa sab theek se ho gaya yaha, tum fikar mat karo. Phuphi aur phupha se kehna ki aa sake to shaam tak aa jaye. Theek hai" dilshad had sent her to stay with nazma's phuphi a day before yesterday.
"Theek hai. Keh dungi unhe bhaijaan" she says with a soft nod.
"Aur kuch?" He ask with a tense brow.
"Wo bhaijaan yaha phuphi bata rahi thi ke unke ek doctor hai, Mr hameed shaikh. Wo child specialist hai, wo keh rahi thi ki dua ko ek baar unhe dikha de to shayad koi raah nazar aajaye" nazma completed her sentence hesitantly, fidgeting with finger.
"Kya naam bataya?" Asad inquired and soon a relief adorn all over her face, she smiled in content.
" bhaijaan i am texting you hia number and address . talk to him ok."
" yes , bhej do abhi."

Asad disconnected the call and soon the screen flashed with a name and number.
"Mr hameed shaikh, +1 212 ..."
Its American number? Asad found himself asking...

#@Allah must be smiling somewhere on his faith!#-TIARA2014-04-26 00:12:17