Short Stories

Short stories....
This is a very mysterious writing of Lahore, the story of a genie belonging to the nation of giants who was in love with the human race. Is a true event before the Partition of India. This is before Pakistan was formed. This was told to me by the grandfather of a dear friend of mine. I will tell you through his mouth. My name is Hamid Ali. This is a mention of the days when Pakistan was not yet formed. I was 25 years old at the time. We lived in a suburb near Lucknow. Our family was very religious. My dad had a clothing store. Which was quite famous. I was talking about marriage and it was decided to get married soon. There was one week left in the marriage. The rest of my brothers were married. There were just one sister and one. One day I was going to Isha prayers. There was a huge garden along the way. Father John often forbade me to go through the garden. Not good at night. Many of Allah's creatures go out at night. Even that day I remembered Abajan's advice but Brother John was with me. So without much thought, we went for prayers. After praying, we went out and found a friend of Bhai Jan. Keep talking to them We came to the garden and sat there talking. After a while, when the friends left, we also went home. We had just gone a short distance in the garden when we heard the sound of someone crying. We stopped and looked around and found a woman sitting on a bench. We immediately remembered Abajan's advice. But she was crying in such a way that we could not get rid of her. I strengthened my heart and told her what was going on, sister. She looked at us in silence. He had a cloth over his face but his eyes were open. There was a pain in his eyes. She spoke softly. I have no place. Where to go. Sorry for the inconvenience. If it hurts. Brother John and I started thinking what to do now. At the same time Brother John spoke. Come with us if you trust. Here is our house nearby. I was surprised to see Brother John make a big decision. She watched us for a few minutes. When he did not say anything, Brother John said. You are our sister. We belong to a Muslim family. She got up. We went home. When I reached the street and looked behind me, I was walking slowly. I rang the doorbell. Amy John opened. Brother John snapped. Amy John the lady is coming. They need a place to hide their heads. Amy looked out in amazement. She was standing outside wrapped in a sheet. She was excited to see Amy John. Amy John called him inside. Took to the room. And we two brothers went to our own rooms. The next morning at breakfast I saw her. She was in good shape. Civilized.

Then, taking the opportunity, Amy John told us that her family had been killed by the Sikhs. This nectar has somehow escaped from the head and reached here. Can't go back. Abajan and elder brother had also come. He suggested that the woman, whose name was Jamila, be sent to a Darulaman, but Aman Jan said that she had suffered a lot. It's not okay to leave it in a strange place right now. Baqir has called her sister. She is the daughter of this house. Nowhere to go now.

Abajan fell silent. Thus became an individual of our home. Jamila was very talkative or circumstances had made her weak. Our little sister was very playful. She just smiled at his words. I did not hear her voice again after the first day. Days passed and my wedding day came. The bride was brought in with a bang. My wife Shazia was very kind. As soon as she arrived, she made a home in the hearts of Amy John and us all. My younger sister stays behind her all the time. And Jamila Khatun was also busy at home with him. Time was passing so well that suddenly the emergency of freedom awoke. There was a rumor in the streets that Pakistan was about to be formed. Hindu rioters had started biting. At the same time the attacks of the Sikhs had destroyed many houses. The two elder brothers insisted that Pakistan has to move. Father John did not believe. He said there are temporary disturbances. Will be fine after a while. When the argument dragged on, Abajan sent the two brothers to his uncle in Lahore. Now only my wife, my sister Jamila Khatun and my mother Abba were left at home. When the commotion started, the bazaar closed. The rations in the house came to an end. No one could come and we could not get out of the house.

In these circumstances we decided to go to Pakistan. We were all very upset. The worst condition was that of Jamila Khatun. She said to Amy John. You guys are my only recourse. I can't separate from you. Amy John reassured her but she was also worried inside. Amy John suggested that I marry Jamila Khatun so that I would not face any trouble. I was shocked. My wife Shazia not only allowed marriage but also said that she is a helpless woman. Allah will be pleased with this action. When no solution was seen. That evening I quietly got married to Jamila Khatun. She looked happy with this relationship. We came to Pakistan. Upon reaching Lahore, Amy John's health deteriorated and she died within a few days. In his illness, both Jamila Khatun and Shazia served him immensely. My mother used to pray. Father John was also silent.

One day my younger sister and my wife Shazia went to their house to visit my uncle and elder brothers. At night, Abajan also went to his room to sleep. When I saw it, Jamila motioned me to come into the room and went inside. I also came back. This was my first meeting with Jamila. I was a little hesitant. Then he thought that in terms of marriage she is my wife. She sat by the bed. Today for the first time I looked at it carefully. She was so beautiful. Especially the eyes. She was capable of peeking inside anyone. She was also looking at me with love. "I want to say something to you today, but promise not to mention it to anyone," he said after strengthening the couple's relationship. I promised. He said I am from the nation of giants. I want you so much. I am Muslim. You saw the mosque coming and going. We lived in a tree there. You liked me at first sight. I accepted Islam for you. I could not say anything out of fear. The heart was beating loudly. Jamila said. You are my virtual god. I have revealed this secret to you because I cannot deceive you. I will not do anything against your will. I will do whatever you say. But don't tell me to go. I can't live without you. I overcame my fear. Told him. If you make a promise, I will not tell you to go. He shook his head in confession and said, "Never show your jinn in life." I am with you if you want to be human. Otherwise you can go now. He took the promise. Not only promised but also fulfilled. But sometimes it works for me when there is no one around. When I warned her, she said, "There was no one, you know. Time passed and Shazia became my first wife and mother of three children." My sister also got married and went to her husband's house. But I did not have any children from Jamila. I don't know what was the reason. The children grew up and loved Jamila like their mother. She also used to serve them. Finally, the time has come. My father tells me that after the death of Aman Jan i.e. Jamila Aba Jan, she did not know where she went. Many attempts were made to find her but could not find her. One day Father John's diary which was found after his death. After reading it, it was found out that Aman Jan belonged to the nation of jinn and at the time of Abba Jan's death she had returned to her world with their permission.
The three of us siblings were very upset and surprised to hear this. But who can deny the fact that maybe he is still alive ...! How do you like the story? Please express your opinion in the comment box. Thank you!

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