The Youngest Son’s Silence | A Family Torn Between Duty and Dreams

Haroon:

Why is it always like this? Just because I’m the youngest, my happiness doesn’t matter?

Mother:

Why do you think that way?

Haroon:

Because you made me think so. The seafood plant decision is still pending, but for Sonia’s marriage, you all agreed immediately!

Mother:

Sonia’s marriage is a normal thing — like it happens in every home. If we like the proposal, fine; if not, we’ll say no.

But your business — you didn’t even ask, you informed me.

Haroon:

Do you think I did something wrong?

Mother:

If I answer that, it might hurt you. Let’s talk about it later — after Sonia’s proposal. Be patient till then.

Haroon:

So now you understand — Afaaq and Zarrar’s plans won.

But don’t be sad; mother promised we’ll finalize our project after Sonia’s engagement.

And if her proposal doesn’t work out — which I think it won’t — then what?

Friend:

Then your project will be approved right away.

After one heartbreak, people quickly need another reason to smile.

[Music fades in]

Scene shift — Guests Arrive:

Mother:

Sadia, tell everyone the guests are here. Come to the living room.

Guest:

It’s good to see the children happy.

Too bad Haroon didn’t join us in the joy.

Mother:

Some happiness comes quietly — like a gem hidden under a stone.

Haroon’s happiness will also reach this home soon, Insha’Allah.

[Guests Enter – Light music]

(Later)

A furious man:

So I finally found you — you disgusting man!

You tried to ruin others’ honor! I won’t let you live!

[Tension builds – Music intensifies]

Back to the guests:

Mother:

Rohan, you’re too quiet — say something!

Maybe he’s thinking about a business deal again.

Guest 2:

Arsalan looks familiar... like I’ve seen him before.

Mother:

Maybe just a coincidence — some faces resemble others.

Mother (smiling):

Arsalan seems like a good man. Don’t you agree, Iram?

Iram:

Yes, he’s really nice — Masha’Allah.

Mother:

Then I should serve him tea myself!

[Tea spills – tension returns]

Mother:

Oh, I’m so sorry! Come, Arsalan, let Sonia help you clean up.