People who paint

In Bagh Jinnah, Mahmood saw Jamila for the first time. She was out on a walk with two of her friends. The burqas were all black. However, the masks were flipped over. Mahmud began to wonder what kind of veil it was that the face was exposed to despite the burqa covering it. What does the final curtain signify? Jamila's beauty impressed Mahmood greatly.

She and her friends were having fun and laughing. Mehmood went after him. He had no idea at all that he was doing something wrong. He repeatedly focused on Jamila. In addition, he used his eyes to indicate a few times. However, Jameela grew up with her friends and accepted it in good faith. Mahmood found in her an attraction comparable to that of an iron magnet even though her friends were also quite beautiful. He held onto her.

He summoned his courage and said to Jamila, "Hazard, take up your veil" at one point. It is moving through the air. After hearing this, Jamila began to yell. Two police officers, who were in the garden at the time, ran on this. And Jamila was asked, "Sister, what's the problem?" "This boy was teasing me," Jamila said as she looked at Mehmood, who was standing there. It has been following me ever since I entered this garden.

The fighters investigated Mahmood and captured him and arrested him. However, it was certain.

The case has now begun. Because it is so extensive, there is no need to go into the specifics. Mehmood was found guilty and given a two-month labor sentence, according to the short story. His parents had no money. He was therefore unable to file an appeal with the Sessions Court. Mehmood was extremely concerned that he was to blame. What is the crime for which he is serving two months of hard labor if he liked a girl and wanted to talk to her briefly? In jail, he cried numerous times like a child. He liked to paint, but it was hard work there.

When he was informed that he had an appointment, he had only been in jail for twenty days. Mehmood wondered, "Who is this guest?" His dad was exceptionally furious with him. Mother did not have any relatives and was disabled. He followed the soldier to the iron-bar-constructed gate. He noticed that Jameela was standing behind these bars. He was taken aback. He thought she might have been seeing someone else when she arrived. But when she got to the bars, Jamila said, "I have come to meet you."

"From me?" Mahmood's surprise grew even more.

"Yes, I have arrived to apologize for my haste." which necessitated your arrival here." "Oh, the regret of this regretful life," Mehmood grinned.

"Is it Ghalib?" Jamila asked.

''Yes! Ghalib alone is capable of expressing human emotion. I resented you. However, I am unable to assist you here. This is the government's property, not my house. I ask for forgiveness for that." "I am your servant," Jameela said with tears in her eyes. They continued their love-related conversations for a few minutes. He was given a bar of soap by Jamila. After that, she continued to meet Mehmood once every two weeks. Their love grew during this period.

One day, Jamila stated to Mahmood, "I like to learn music." I am currently receiving instruction from Khan Saheb Salam Ali Khan. "I enjoy painting," Mahmood told him. Here in jail, I have no pain. I don't mind working. However, my natural inclination toward art is not satisfied. There is neither pigment nor color here. Pencils and paper are absent. Just continue to grind the mill." "There are only a few days left," Jamila said, her eyes welling up with tears once more. You emerge. Thus, everything will be completed.

Jamila was at the door when Mahmood emerged from prison after two months. in the black burqa, which was now faded, and a few spots were torn.

They were both artists. So they chose to get hitched. As a result, the wedding took place. Jameela's parents left behind some assets, which they used to buy a small house and start a happy life.

Mahmood started going to art studios so he could practice his painting skills. Jamila Khan got back into school with Salam Ali Khan.

They each continued their education for one year. Mahmood continued to learn Jamila's music and paint. After that, all of the assets were lost, and the poor became the next victims. However, they both enjoyed art. He thought that only those who starved themselves could truly achieve their artistic potential. He was content even during his time of poverty because of this.

Jamila informed her husband one day that she was receiving tuition to teach music to a wealthy family. When Mahmood heard this, he told him, "No, tuition is absurd." "How will I make a living?" asked his wife with a smile. "We are artists." Mehmood responded, "Artists," politely adjusting his frayed coat's collar. These pointless things shouldn't bother anyone. Art is our passion. Art does not exist to serve us. It should be handled in some way. Food and beverages follow. It has its price.

I have temporarily stopped studying painting. When the conditions are right, it will be seen.

When Jamila returned home the following day, she had fifteen rupees in her purse. She gave them to her husband and told him, "I have started tuition from today, I have received these fifteen rupees in advance." You ought to keep learning how to paint." "I don't want you to get a job," Mahmood's masculine feelings were severely hurt. It should be done by me." "Hi," Jamila said uniquely. Yours is not mine. What's wrong with me if I've worked somewhere for a while? The people are very nice. The girl I teach music to is very smart and adorable. When Mahmood heard this, he stopped speaking. He didn't say anything more.

He returned with twenty-five rupees following the second week and informed his wife, "I have sold one of my pictures today and the buyer liked it very much." However, he was stingy. Twenty-five rupees were allotted. Now, hopefully, my pictures will be sold. Jamila tied the tie for her husband. He tied the knot and said, "You are my master, and I will obey whatever you command," with great affection.

Because they loved each other, they were extremely content. Don't worry now, Jamila, Mahmood told her. My work is completed. By the day after tomorrow, four pictures will be sold for good prices. You will then be able to continue your studies in music. Jamila's hair was covered in cotton balls when she got home one day, like the white hair in a middle-aged man's beard.

"What is the state of your hair?" Mahmood inquired. Work as a music teacher or in a ginning factory.

Jamila said with a grin, "We are artist people," as she was smelling the old cotton of Mehmood's new pleasure. We even have no awareness of anything.

After swallowing Haqkee, Mehmood said, "The consciousness is not there" as he looked at his wife. How did it enter your mind? For the sake of art, we both work in the same ginning factory.