EMPTY SOULS

WEAK HEART

LOVE? 

A definition of your own, an experience of your own. No 2 people's definition of love can ever be same! The ways of expressing Love vary! Some define Love as respect, trust and care whereas, some feel love does not require respect,Love is a feeling and even if someone disrespects you, You are still holding your heart for them.  

Love is not just smiles and happiness, for sure if it's true love you will experience peace but, fights and hard times requiring each other's healthy support is Love. 

Am I all set for the fresher's party?? Nooo!! Something is incomplete….but what?? Earrings. Done. Heels. Done. Saree. Done. Makeup...f****n holy s**t!! How could I?? But, I'll make the worst makeup artist in the universe. Whom do I call now at this last moment? Mahek!!! Ya Allah. Thank you thank you thank you…! Because, sometimes, we need to realize the importance of some precious people in our lives so,Allah(God) puts us in difficult situations. And now, I thank Allah (SWT) for a cousin like Mahek. I rushed to her home and completed my whole fresher’s look and made some changes in my attire as per her suggestions here and there. All the Muslim girls demanded for a separate gathering. Because, we wouldn't open our hair if it was a mixed one. And, hell yeah! How will I ever not succeed if heading forward with a clear and clean intention? Today, I asked my hair to sway as much as they wanted to. Any way, any where. On entering the ladies section I opened my Abaya, and met my ladies with an awee!! They were all dazzling like stars. Masha'Allah. Each one wouldn't have left any one's head un-turned. 

The programme was going to begin in 5 minutes. And suddenly, I heard an argument going on back stage. We rushed to enquire what's actually going on. But, as soon as we found out that it was a fight between one of our Hindu calssmate vani and the one and only deleted character of my life, ALEEM. We all stood back. As we cannot get in between them with our silky hair opened freely. So, to make it clear. Muslim girls have a rule to not show off their hair in front of any person from opposite gender. And my whole girl gang was particular about it. And, being in a co-ed college. It was hard to manage.

Vani and Aleem were having a great fight said one of my classmate Rashmi. The inner me actually wanted to go and have a look whereas, i tried convincing myself to the possible extent that he has been deleted from all the chapters of my life. But, suddenly a comfortable thought strikes my mind, who the f*** am I ,To decide my future? because, Allah is the best of planners. Now this is what Satan does normally, and I totally go with the flow inhaling invisible haram vibes. What a shame!! I went out after wearing my hijab. 

My heart pumped vigorously now. Because, everytime I look at this man, he impresses me in various possible ways without his and my own knowledge. He didn't even utter a single word from his mouth and the voices which we heard were all Vani’s. His friends tried taking his side and resolving the issue, but vani just got on her nerves and acted like crazy. All he uttered during the whole fight was, just maintain some distance. 

All my friends were busy finding out the main cause of the hilarious fight which has just been taken place. And I wanted to borrow some peace. And I could just borrow it from my ownself because, no one else owned even a tiny bit. Strange. But, that's the clear reality these days. I went up to the cultural room because, that place is since forever silent and vacant.

I opened my hair after entering the room. I sat down on the sofa. The silence,that cool breeze, comfortable seat,and beautiful view from the backside window just gave me the perfect amount of peace. I started to sing a song. Because, every other human  in my place would do that. I closed my eyes and rested my head on one of the arms of this elegant sofa. I started to create some sentences:

purity and peace is hard to receive,

Love and happiness we cannot retrieve.

Smiles and contentment regularly leave,

An atmosphere of my choice, only in my dreams i can weave!

I try spreading smiles,

I'm unable to clear my life's unwanted stacked files..

My journey has just started and I need to cover many more miles,

I'm supposed to live for many more years and I have decided to give up in these times of trials.

I close my eyes and darkness prevails,

 To whom do i recite my unseen but, necessary tales,

I try making positive changes but my courage  consequently fails..!!

I need some space, please leave. I heard someone whisper this from behind the curtains which were completely pulled. I wondered who it was. It kinda scared me too. But, I am a movie freak so, I decided to believe it's a horror world and I'm acting as per my convenience. As something inside me was happy and unreasonably wanting me to do something out of the box. I forgot what actually I was upto. I wanted to shout. I silently asked "Who is there?" And I walked towards the curtain. 1000 different thoughts were wiggling in my head and I did not know what exactly i was supposed to do but, was curious to pull the curtain and find out what  grabbed her attention, or was she just imagining  some voices in her head as she was totally into her creative world!!

A/N: Who is behind the curtain?? What will Wajiha do and what will her reactions be?? 

And Why was vani fighting for so long? Will Wajiha and Aleem speak again??  

To find out how the story is going to take a turn and many twists and surprises will be added up continue to read the next chapter.