Hussnain

I don't know how  long I stood there outside in verandah, away from the crowd of people.

The cold wind kissing my face, reminding me back to reality. But still I can't get my head into clarity.

Everything was blur. After having enough energy to walk, I move towards the corner of verandah. There he was....

In the lap of grandmother who was trying to soothe him. He was crying hysterically. His beautiful black eyes  were pouring tears, his curled eyelashes were all wet from crying. His face holding hundreds of emotions that I can't understand.

How could I forget him, my brother, "The Hero" HUSSNAIN!!!!! Mama used to say his name was an amalgam of Hassan and Hussain. The Prince of Jannah...His proud eyes were full of pain,doomness.His arrogant and cocky face was so broken. So vulnerable. It was totally unusual scenario because my brother was never weak. His face always show his cockiness, his intelligence. He was handsome and he knows it.It was always envious of him. Everyone used to say he is like mama. He indeed holds her blood.

When my mother eyes used to land on him they were always full of pride. His clothes were always flawless, just like him. He was the pride of our family. Unlike me, he held the charm that attracts everyone at one glance.

His creaseless clothes were disoriented, his cheeks red from continuous tears. At that moment I wanted to shout to mother that

"Wake up! LOOK YOURS ONE perfect son is dirty... please change his clothes you always do!!!! You never left him with any spot."

Yet your prince is in pitiable condition. Wakeup!! and Dress him. Dress him like you do everyday.'

He needs that care because you would never see him like this. Your heart would  break into pieces seeing him like that. But she didn't answer back.

She doesn't woke up and replied. She was gone to another world. From there, there was no return.

My brother glanced at me trying to communicate with me to share his pain. To be the part of sorrow.

Yet how could I???

Because It was beyond my understanding. Suddenly my Uncle (Chachu) came ,he was the youngest of family : my father last brother. He gave a lollypop to my brother. The orange lolly pop was sparkling. My brother watch with fascination towards it.

He  always had a fetish for sweets. Mama especially used to make Gulab jamans and kheer for him.He was pampered always like the cute and only one he was in family.The first child of First son of family, Ahsan Abbasi. 

Yes ,he was my father yet I don't know where he was.Since death I haven't seen him.My brother smiled and started licking lollipop.His eyes curled with thick eyelashes were shining with happiness.

This is the thing about children they forget about bad things and start enjoying good things.He was one year older than me.The bossy brother had little idea about the reality like me.Chachu also give one lollipop to me and we both started to enjoy our sweets.Forgetting the people cries,the deadbody on charpayi(bed).Forgetting the sorrows of world because we were in our world.INNOCENT WORLD....

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The overwhelming and thunderous night was finally disappearing.As Sun started to spread its light,rising behind the mountains.Telling the world to every darkness there is light.

To every sorrow there is a happiness,giving the weak humans a HOPE!!!!

INDEED sun is a hope.Its beautiful rays causing the sky to blush in red and orange,shying from the beauty of Sun.

I don't remember when sleep overcame me and I was gone in another world.Chachu was beside me.We were in our neighbour home.Our own house was full due to relatives.I was too small cuddling with Chachu.

I have no idea where my brother slept.Then when we were awake and sitting inside Bethak (its a lounge for sitting and talking) The roof of Aunt Faheem was mud constructed.The room architecture was ancient the Dari and Darwaza(windows and doors) were old telling their stories of past.

My glance instantly fell on Abu.He was the huge man.

His tall figure shows honour, facelines on corner of eyes showing maturity and speaking authority, the creases on his forehead imprinting his past experiences and old age of men.He was Lord among his relatives called as "Raja".

Abu features showed pride and arrogance.By seeing him,I knew from where my brother got that cockiness

He was wearing white Kameez Shalwar and shawl around him.The once arrogant and glorious brown eyes were full of doom and downfall.His frame and neck that were always held high were now shaking.

This king here was in misery because he had lost his Beloved Daughter.No amount of his money,authority and pride had saved his beautiful daughter.He was helpless.

His face softened when he reached  me and asked : "Beta (Child) what do you want?"

What a stupid question it was.

I don't know why everybody was too kind to me.I haven't done anything good.Not knowing what he was asking I whispered :

"I want to go from here Abu please take me away from here.Its suffocating".

He smiled but his smile not reaching his eyes ,embracing me he said :"Ok my daughter! Let's go"

I don't know when I sit on Double Cabin(Jeep).

So here I was in Abu aka Rajja Abba home.Sitting on my kind Ami lap.She was most kind women.I never ever met such soft soul as her.Abu and Ami were opposite.

Where my Abu was harsh and cold, Ami was soft and warm like summer breeze.Her eyes were so warm that kiss your sorrows away.

She was epitome of motherhood,affection and kindness.She was singing lullaby to soothe me.Suddenly the door opened and here was my cocky bro.

Ladies and Gentlemen: HUSSNAIN SAAB !!!!

His chubby cheeks were full of chocolate chip biscuit.Ok hussni and food were excellent combo, always together till death apart them.

His raven black hair were combed backwards.Eyes sparkling with mischief.He tickled me and get inside Ami's lap.Such a jealous soul he was and started shouting :

Ami mere hain kun Amuu (Ami is mine isn't it Amuu?) 

I rolled my eyes.Such a drama queen he was and I said : "Jealous bear"

rolling my tongue.

Ami started laughing at our childness and saying:

"You both are my cutie pies.After Zara you're what I'm left with"

Her eyes glistening with sadness.I smack my brother at head saying:

"Ami loves me more"

and run away laughing seeing his irritated face his nose scrunched up in anger.Such an arrogant child he was.

Baba used to come and meet us.He always used to assure us by saying :

"Beta I'm here.If mama is gone its no big deal.I have money to educate you, to protect you. I would be your roof in difficult times" 

Little did he know he can be roof but can't be mothers lap that protect the child from outside world.Whose support make a man what he is.That one empty part in heart can never be filled.He was so naive to believe that Everything would be okay as it is said:

WOUNDS HEAL BUT SCARS REMAIN 

We both started to go to school.Ami making Churi,Driver dropping us,Abu giving us pocket money.My brother and me used to race towards home after school.He always win like the best he always was.The hero as I quote said by family but arrogant one.Note the sarcasm

One day we both were playing.Actually he was playing and ordering around like the bossy twat he was, I always use to oblige him.I was humble one.I was compromising one.

Suddenly loud voices started to beam.Something was wrong I know.Then I saw baba's figure rushing in fury and nano was crying saying Abu : "Its 2 weeks since my daughter died and he is talking about marriage.Was she  that unforgettable.My child"

I have no idea why they were weeping.Ok he is marrying.I would get another mama with new dresses and makeup.But why Ami was crying...