Forgotten Husband
785 Words
Twenty-one years have passed, and Jahaan has been living in Turkey. After this visit, Sabeen has not returned. She neither sent a picture nor a letter.
If someone goes to Turkey, they meet them otherwise the connection with them is cut. She does not use the internet. Even if Jahaan does she has no clue about his ID. Iram tried to search him on f*******: but she could not find any Jahaan Sikander.
In the beginning, she used to call then with time she got busy with life.
Despite all of this Haya has developed a liking for Jahaan. That is why she wanted to go to Turkey. Today she was mad at both Jahaan and his mother.
She has promised herself that she will go to Turkey and find them.
"Haya, Haya where are you?"
She was correcting her jewelry when her mother Fatima called her.
Everything was noisy. The henna function was going on outside. Everyone was in a hurry to go out but she stayed rooted in her place.
"What happened mama?" She was immersed in correcting her jewelry. Bangles were constantly ringing on her petite wrists.
"Come quickly your father wants you to meet someone." She sounded happy. Haya looked at her with surprise. Her heart hammered in her rib cage. Has Jahaan come back with his mother?"
"Where is Dad?" With a thumping heart, she followed her. She saw her father standing in front of the gate. Alongside him was a boy. A man wearing a suit and a lady were also standing there.
"This is Haya, my daughter." Salman introduced her.
"Assalamualikum (May peace be upon you)" She greeted in a dim voice with her head bowed.
"Walikumassalm" Three of them looked at her with curious eyes.
She was dressed in a half-sleeved golden blouse paired with a lehenga.
"And haya this is my dear friend Umair Laghari. This is his wife Mehnaz and his son Maaz."
A weight was placed on her heart. Tears were threatening to spill out but she kept them in.
"Nice to meet you... I think guests are coming, everyone must be looking for me, and so should I."
"Yes Yes, you go and enjoy." Salman gestured with his fingers. She smiled apologetically and went towards the gate. She lost control and tears started pouring out. She jerked her head calming herself. She threw one last look at them and moved on.
The function was arranged on the empty plot alongside her house. The function was segregated. Men and women were separated. But men came to the women's section occasionally. Iram was wandering wearing a silver gown. There was a DJ and male waiters. Today was a wedding function, but there was no need to worry about covering your head.
"Haya should we start the dance?" Iram walked up to her carrying her heavy dress.
"Yes sure tell the DJ to put on the song, wait who is this." In front of her was a girl sitting on a chair. She was covered from head to toe in a black abaya. This is strange, this is an all-woman's function then why is she fully covered? Her eyes were very beautiful.
"Who?" Iram asked turning. "She is an alien."
"Who?" Haya asked with surprise.
"Alien, she is Shiela. She has distanced herself from the world. Look at her wearing an Abaya, scarf in a function. Who covers an all-women's function?"
"Yeah, she is very strange." She shrugged her shoulder. She has met her before, she got married a year ago.
DJ turned on the music. They prohibited the movie maker from shooting their video and started the dance they prepared. Everyone clapped at the end as they took their seats.
"Assalumlikum." The same girl was at the table. Mehwish, sehrish, and Sana were also present.
"How are you two girls?" She asked smiling.
"We are good? Why don't you take off your face veil? We are all females here."
Shiela shook her head smiling.
"You both are looking very pretty."
Amid the conversation, she turned her face on the other side. The cameraman's focus was on them.
"Don't be so distrustful, he is our family movie maker. It is not like we are going to show the wedding film to strangers." Haya grumbled.
The same Aunt Abida was sitting on the table who was talking s**t about her yesterday. She could not talk to them, She was not a hypocrite like them. Where was her mother? Who she can ask about Sabeen, whether she has come or not?
She came into her house's lounge and looked for her number in the diary. She has never called her before, but today she has lost the fight.
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