That One Moment

Just as a degree is a degree, real or fake, so a house is a house, whoever it belongs to. Deen Muhammad Dudhi's house was a house, but according to Aman Ji, the children had turned it into a house of commotion. So, gentlemen, you must be thinking, who does this patter patter tongue belong to? Yes, not at all, it is our childhood habit to keep talking and when does the habit change? Just as people consider every true and false statement of politicians to be a political statement, in the same way my speech is considered nonsense. Amma says nonsense. Hey man, I also got involved in some things. Let me introduce myself. My name is Farida and I am a resident of a beautiful neighborhood in Lahore. Our house is small but in good shape. Respected father's name is Deen Muhammad and is called Dudhi because of his milk business. This is our family business since the time of Abaji's Abaji ie my grandfather. It is a different matter that Abbaji is able to adjust in this business. Adjustment means taking out two kilos from four kilos of milk and making it four kilos again. The rest should be done by yourself. Apart from me in my family I have my younger sister Haniya who is eighteen years old and four years younger than me. According to this calculation, my age is only 20 years old after adjustment, isn't it? On the third place is my beloved brother Ihtsham, who gets angry on him. Apart from this, there are aunts in the family who, like every mother, feel the need for their children. This was a brief introduction of our family. Now I am sleeping.

The morning started as always with water. Not from drinking water, but from the cold water from the fridge that Amma had thrown on my face to wake us up from the sleep of negligence and some splashes of it fell on Haniya's face, who in the dream might be South with Umar Akmal. Went on a tour of Africa. Two things to keep in mind about Haniya, number one is that Haniya is obsessed with cricket, and number two, Haniya is sure to misquote some verse in every talk.

"Get up, Nakmeen, it's time for prayer." Even the neighborhood could hear Amma's voice. I knew Amma's next move so I quickly left the bed. Haniya was still half asleep. "What's wrong, mother let me sleep for the whole day, then you do the work. Sometimes you also said, sleep, my lady. According to the poet, "Say once, I am yours."

Haniya probably didn't remember that Amma had bought a new pair of slippers yesterday that resembled a policeman's umbrella, so the next moment I heard her scream while I was performing ablution and my soul was filled with water. After praying, rested for a while, then had breakfast and came to college. Nowadays, the preparation for exams was in full swing and you and Samreen aka Miss Nick Chachi were also discussing notes without fashion.

"The moon rose in our back street today after not knowing how many days." He tried to sing 'Lahak' but changed his mind when he heard a voice like Adnan Sami instead of Madam Noor Jahan.

"Tell me the truth, don't talk nonsense."

"Today he has come." He tried unsuccessfully to blush.

"Who is your brother who went to England last year?" I remembered Mohsin. "Fate Manh Bhai has to come on Eid, so there is a lot of waiting for him?"

"And if not, is my fiance even if he is blacker than a black buffalo?" I replied.

"Leave it alone, you only see flaws in it." He is the only doctor in the only hospital in the neighborhood.

But I sacrificed myself after seeing a glimpse." Fahmi made another unsuccessful attempt to blush.

"Well, then what should I do?" I asked.

"Nothing, just make me talk to him somehow." Fahmi's tone was dripping with honey as usual.

"I am going to study before I die. I ignored Humi's stares like a cricket board recommending a player's performance and walked towards the library.

Kite flying on the roof of the house was in full swing. As soon as my kite bit Ihtsham's kite, unintelligible sounds came out of my mouth out of joy. "Ya hooooo" my mother's voice came from below.

"It's your father's marriage that is screaming."

Mom! Abba has learned a lesson once and will not make another mistake, according to the poet, there is no possibility of re-marriage now, Amman" replied Haniya to my part.

"Then go and look at your somewhat handsome Umar Akmal, Ahmed Faraz came." After hearing mother's answer, I also remembered with Haniya that today is Pakistan's match. I was about to get off the roof when I saw the front.

"Oh! To Yeh Hain Doctor Sahib, it's true. Handsome is big. I looked carefully at this person sitting on the roof of my aunt's house, dressed in simple clothes. "Good morning."

Even while watching the match, my attention was going towards him again and again. I left everything and went to my room. I was engaged to Mohsin at the age of sixteen. Mohsin was not our relative, but he liked Abaji very much. Mohsin's complexion was tan, but his facial expressions were cute, yet the poor man was often the target of my jokes. Lost in the windows of the past, when did my eyes catch?

"Son, aren't you the one who lives in Salma's house?" Amma tried to identify.

"Yes, Aunty, I am the same, and if this lady flies a kite without caring about the weather, she will have a fever." With a slight smile on his lips, he looked helplessly at her face when he said this in a mischievous tone. The heart forgot to beat. A smile was shining on his face. He had a relaxed expression on his face and unlike a normal government hospital doctor, he didn't look tired at all. The more I tried to forget his smiling face while returning home with the medicine, the more I remembered it. The second day was Sunday. When she got tired after resting, she put a chair on the roof and sat. In the meantime Ehtesham and Haniya came up.

What is the matter, you are lost in your thoughts." Ehtisham said while sitting nearby.

" nothing."

"It seems that Baji is waiting for the gentleman who is sitting in the distant country, according to the poet, that love that sat in England." Haniya was forced by habit.

"Don't you always say the same thing, 'For the sake of God, never mention a benefactor.'" I don't know why my tone became hard. Haniya and Ehtsham were surprised. I got up and started to go downstairs when I heard the sound of Ihtisham from behind.

"What happened to you?" The fever subsided, but the healer gave a strange sensation. As if surrounded by irritation.

Amma ji also used to talk to me less now. Ihtsham and Honey also lived far away. I did not understand what was happening to me.

That day everyone was downstairs and I went to the roof. Involuntarily looking at the front roof, he appeared. He also saw me. Waving his hand from a distance, he came closer.

"What kind of personality is your Farida?"

"I'm fine doctor, how did he know my name?" He looked at him thinking, then he smiled and said.

"My name is Aaron. My doctor is only in the hospital. I am human here." This smile was probably part of his face.

"So aren't doctors human?"

"Yes, but people fear the name of doctor as if it were a witch."

"I'm not afraid."

"That's why you have to go around the hospital every day."

"What!! I've only been once."

"Yes, but you always show up." There was something in his tone that shook me. He left after saying this and I kept looking at him "So is he too?" This period of sadness was prolonged. Then often when there was no one on the roof, he would leave. I don't know when it became necessary for me. His words, his habits and above all his smile, it seems like the most beautiful moments of my life are with him. We did not express it but were well aware of the state of our hearts. Sometimes he would hold my hand and his touch would awaken a good feeling in my heart. The heartbeat would quicken, but this moment of happiness was very short-lived.

That evening Fahmi told that Mohsin is coming. I told Aaron everything about me. When he was told that Mohsin was coming back, he also looked worried. "Now, what will happen? I don't spend even a moment without you."

"What can I say Aaron?" Aman ji has to fix my date as soon as Mohsin comes and maybe the marriage will happen within a month."

"Frey will obey me."

"What?" I was blown away after listening to him.

"But Aaron! How can I do this?"

"Why can't you think about your good or bad? If you can't, I will think that your love and mine were just a time pass."

"Would I leave my mother, brother, father, and honey for Harun? Can I be callous and play with my father's honor? Can I run away from home with a man who is his and mine?" Together is only a month and a few days old." This war of heart and mind was going on.

I was sitting in my room watching the fight of Haniya and Ihtsham out of the window. Perhaps Ihtsham's favorite team had won, so instead of giving up as usual, Haniyeh had entered into a debate.

"Honey, Ihtsham, come here." I called them. I don't know why I thought I had very few days with them.

"You see Honey has lost again today and still not fulfilling my condition." Ehtsham complained as soon as he arrived.

"If you listen to his condition, fulfill the poet's words, then you will not die."

"What is the condition?" I asked.

"He says by not giving references to the poems." I laughed. Both of them were happy to see me laughing. Today, after how many days we were sitting together like this. While talking to them, the faces of Hani Ihtsham and Amma would wander in front of my eyes, sometimes Dr. Haroon's smile and words would start wandering in my mind. Finally a decision was reached.

The time of leaving home was watering my eyes like every girl. Today, I had to go home after being hugged by Amma ji and receiving lots of love from Abba ji. Where a person

There was a lot of love for me. I can't forget that night in my life when I reached the room where he lived with my few clothes at the request of Harun. He had asked me to go. out on the second night, but he came thinking that today is a good opportunity, everyone has gone to bed early and we will go far away.

But when I opened the door of Haroon's room, the scene I saw in front of me was enough to open my eyes. Haroon was accompanied by the only daughter of the landlady, Khala Salma, in a shameful state. I could hardly hold back my screams when I saw this. Haroon's love ended for a second and I returned back to my house. How often I thank God for honoring me and my parents. Perhaps Amma's prayers had an effect.

All these things were in my mind while saying goodbye to Mohsin's house. I thought as soon as I stepped on the threshold of this house.