Synthesis of Scattered Pieces ✔️

56.

Without any alarm, she woke up just fifteen minutes before dawn, it was chill, she turned her side lazily and her slumber was gone. Daniyal was sleeping peacefully with the same book resting on his chest. "why Deni?" she muttered and anger captured her senses. Picking up the book from his chest she throws it on the floor before throwing the blanket away from herself and rushing to the bathroom. After ablutions, she quickly performed tahajjud and lift the cup of her hands to make dua in front of almightly. Her gaze fell on her husband who was still sleeping peacefully.

"Why Allah paak? Why he doesn't love me?" she muttered and wiped the wetness of her eyes with the corner of the dupatta. This time her hands were lifted but her lips or heart were unable to ask anything. After more two minutes she listened to the melodious voice of fajr azaan (morning prayer call). Leaving all her thought aside she stood up in front of the Almighty and perform this tiny yet important prayer.

Today, after completing namaz, she didn't bother to wake her husband up and walked to the kitchen without making any noise.

Making tea for all was her daily routine but today she made only three cups of tea. Pouring tea into the cups she went to the room of her mother-in-law and lightly knock on the door, "Ammi Baba" without waiting for the reply she pushed open the door and found the old couple on the prayer mat, as same as every day.

Mr Kazmi was the first to complete reciting the Quran and stood up to put the holy book in its respective place.

"Baba, aapki chai." Holding the cup and saucer she stood up just a step away from him and the old lips surrounded by a small number of wrinkles stretched in a smile.

(Your tea)

"Allah aapko shaad-o-abaad rakhe," placing his hand on her head Mr Kazmi showed his fatherly love for what Shifa was craving forever. "Aameen" She smiled and turned toward her mother-in-law who was placing the prayer mats in the cupboard after folding them.

(May Allah grant you happiness and prosperity.)

"Daniyal kaha hain?" Asked Mrs Kazmi and Shifa think for a moment but didn't want to add one more lie in her list so shrugged, "Wo so rhe hain, maine abhi uthaya nhi."

(Where is Daniyal?)

(He's sleeping, I haven't wake him up yet.)

Mrs Kazmi nodded while taking the cup of tea from Shifa's hand and thinking something for a moment. "Kya soch rhi hain begam saheba?" Mr Kazmi's voice from behind forced her to turn behind.

(what are you thinking dear wife?)

"De dijiye, itna na sochiye." Without even listening to his wife's response he answered to make Shifa confuse. What they were talking about?

(Don't give a second thought to your decision, just give her that.)

"Kazmi sahab aapko kese pta chala main isi baare me soch rahi thi?" Asked Mrs Kazmi with amazement.

(Mr Kazmi how do you know I was thinking about that only?)

"Aapke dil-o-dimag mein kya chal raha hai main sab samajhta hu." Said Mr Kazmi proudly but Mrs Kazmi rolled her eyes while placing the cup of tea on the nightstand

(I know how to read your mind)

"Bohot taweel arsa liya hai aapne is muqaam tak pohochne mein, pehle to aap mere alfaaz bhi nhi samajhte the aur ab mere dil-o-dimag mein kya chal raha hai ye bhi samajh jaate hain.''

(You have taken a long way to come up. Otherwise, you weren't even know how to understand my words and now you know how to read my mind.)

"Aapki Shikayaton ka pitara khule is se pehle main chala jata hu, zara Daniyall ko namaz ke liye utha du." And Mr Kazmi preferred to rush out of the room.