And forgiveness was granted

Fahad's feet were not touching the ground with joy. He could not believe that he had become the owner of a new house. He loved his ancestral home very much, but now the space there was starting to feel a little cramped. The children of the three brothers were still young, so one day the three brothers sat together. The elder brother Farooq addressed the two younger brothers: "This house was built by Abu Jan with a lot of hard work. Although his business was not very large, he somehow built this house for us little by little.

Now we are all married, Masha Allah, everyone has children too, the wish is that everyone lives here together, but maybe it is not possible to do so."

Fahad and Faisal bowed their heads and listened to the elder brother.

"Brother Jan! You are our elder, we will accept whatever decision you make." Fahad said very politely.

Farooq thought for a while and looked at the two brothers with loving eyes and replied: “One of us should keep this house and the other two brothers should sell their ancestral agricultural land and buy new houses for themselves.

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“I have no objection.” Faisal also spoke.

Then by mutual consent, the ancestral house went to Farooq Bhai and the two younger brothers sold their agricultural land and bought newly built houses in a new housing scheme. After paying the amount, they got possession of the houses. Fahad had started packing his belongings. The process of placing the books piled up in the gallery in cardboard boxes had begun when Fahad’s eyes fell on an album of tickets.

The name of Hassan Bhatti was visible in golden letters on the album. Due to the passage of a long time, the golden letters had faded. Seeing this album, time seemed to have stopped. Fahad sat on a chair and turned the first page of the album, and it was as if the past stood before him.

He reached the seventh grade by holding the finger of the past. There was not a sound in the class. Sir Hamza did not come to school today.

Sir Faiz was supposed to come in his place, he was a little late in coming to the class. On the other side, Hassan was sitting on the desk with his stamp album open. He had a treasure trove of domestic and foreign stamps. His uncle Jan's hobby was also collecting stamps. Seeing him, Hassan also adopted this hobby. He used to spend a lot of money from his pocket for this hobby.

When Fahad's eyes fell on the stamp album, he became jealous. At that time, he felt very bad for Hassan. Jealousy can take hold of a person at any time. Jealousy had completely taken hold of Fahad. Even at that time, Fahad was getting very angry, when Sir Hamza was praising Hassan after looking at the album. Fahad's heart wanted to go ahead and tear the album into pieces.

He spent that time with great difficulty. When Sir Hamza's period ended, there was a library parade after that. When all the students went towards the library, Fahad secretly turned to the right and hid behind a pillar of the veranda. A few minutes later, he was alone in the class. He had fulfilled the purpose for which he had come to the class. The ticket album was beside him. His heart was beating fast with fear. He quickly went to a cabin under the stairs. This cabin was used to keep extra belongings. Fahad hid the album in the extra belongings. After some time, he was in the library. He kept looking at Hassan. When the students returned to the class, Hassan came to know that the album had been stolen. He searched the bags of each student. The class teacher asked the students, but could not find a trace of the album.

Hassan was crying during the break. He went home in tears, while Fahad quietly hid the album in his bag and brought it home. He was very happy with his success. The principal called each student to his office to talk about the album theft. Everyone was suspicious of Bilal. Bilal had stolen various things in the class before. No one could even think of Fahad that he could do something as big as theft.

He had hidden the album in his closet. For a few days, there was talk of the album theft, but finally everything returned to normal. Everyone forgot the album. Whenever Hassan remembered the album, he would sigh. After passing the matriculation exam, Fahad took admission in college. All his friends went to different colleges. Fahad had only one friend, Abdul Aziz, in contact. He lived near his house.

When he finished his education, Fahad got a job in a bank. All his attention was now on his job. After the job, he got married and was now preparing to move to his new house. Fahad went far, far away into the past while looking at the album.

“Papa! Papa!” Asad’s loving voice brought Fahad from the past to the present.

“Yes, Papa!” Fahad said, hugging his seven-year-old son in his arms.

“Papa! Abdullah’s coloring book has come in my bag. Abdullah colors the pictures very well. Look at this. I wish I could do that too.” He placed the coloring book in front of Fahad. The pictures were colored very well.

"I will return this coloring book to Abdullah, it is not mine, the class teacher has said that one should not keep anyone's things without his permission, otherwise Allah Almighty will be angry.

I do not want to anger Allah Almighty. I will return this coloring book to Abdullah as soon as I go to school tomorrow."

Saying this, Asad left the room, but the stamp album made Fahad restless. Now he was not at peace at all. He decided that he would return the stamp album to its owner, Hassan. Then he started searching for Hassan. When he searched for Hassan on Facebook, many Hassans were in front of him.

Now he was getting information about each Hassan. When he saw "Tamir-e-Millat School" written next to one Hassan's name, he spoke involuntarily: "Yes! This is the Hassan I am looking for, I will contact him right now."

The next moment he was dialing Hassan's mobile phone number. When Hassan was connected, Fahad asked after a short silence: "Are you Hassan Bhatti?"

"Yes... Yes... I am Hassan Bhatti and who are you?"

"I am Fahad... Fahad Ahmed... I am your classmate.

Do you remember my name?"

"Yes... Yes... Why not... That blond-haired boy, he was a very good speaker." Hearing Hassan Bhatti's words, Fahad immediately said.

"Yes... Yes... I am the same, the blond-haired Fahad."

Then the two of them started talking. They talked for fifteen to twenty minutes. The time for the meeting was fixed for Sunday.

Fahad was now anxiously waiting for Sunday to come. He kept the ticket album in a beautiful bag. He wrote a composed text on it. This text was not an apology, but an admission of his mistake.

On Sunday, the two were at a hotel by the sea. The waves of the sea could be easily seen from the window. When Fahad placed the bag in front of Hassan, he looked at Fahad with questioning eyes and then, after reading the text, opened the bag and took out the album.

Now everything was clear to Hassan. There was silence for a few seconds. Hassan turned over each page of the album. Each moment of the past began to circulate before his eyes. Hassan signed Fahad's apology letter without saying anything. When Fahad received the apology, he could not contain his joy.

When they both left the hotel, the apology letter was in Fahad's pocket and the ticket album was in Hassan's hands. Both were very happy. One got the apology and the other got the stolen album.