"Hadi!!! Abdul-Hadi!" Zoha screamed at the top of her lungs pulling with all her strength her gorilla of a son, trying in vain to get him to wake up.
"Ammi.. Namaz parh ke soya hun!" came his muffled response as he shifted in position still half asleep.
"Ohh bawley!!! Fajr guzrey huye dus (10) ghantey ho chukey hain! Zuhar ki azaan ho rhi hai!! Uth jaou ab! Ayse sotey hain jaisey Sehri main dhoodh nhi bhung pee li ho!" She yelled slapping his back then winced because it left her own hand stinging.
"Achaa, uth raha hun naa!"
"Uth jaouuu ab!! Meri chapal utar gayi naa Hadi, bura hashar ho jaye gaa tumhara!" She warned and Hadi groaned aloud.
"Har waqt mere pichey pari raheyn!"
"Toh?! Baqi sab bachey uth gaye! Sameer gyaara(11) bajey se uth ker Quran parh raha hai or abhi naha dhoo ker namaz parhne chala gaya! Ek tum ho! Manhooson ki tarah soye parey ho! Waqt kaa kuch hosh hi nhi hai! Chalo utho, forun Rozey main bakaou nhi mujhe!! Naha ne jaou jaldi!"
As Zoha was leaving she grabbed the A.C remote from the side table shutting it off and then closed the fan as well.
Near to weeping Hadi rolled off the bed that lost all its appeal since the room equaled an oven, and began to trudge towards the other room where his belongings were so he could shower all the while mumbling under his breath,
"Khud hi boli jaa rhi hain.. sab kuch bol letin hain or uskey baad boleyn gi mujhe 'Bakaou mat!' Bhaii insan soo hi raha hai naa? Iss main kyaa gunnah hai? Soney bhi nhi dete bandey ko araam se, ajeeb log! Pata nhi iss hi khandan main kyun paida hua main?!"
"Pata nhi paida hi kyun huye tum? .. Matlb Dunya tumharey baghair bhi theek hi chalni thi.. pata nhi-- bss jo Allah ko manzur."
If murder had not been Haram (forbidden), Hadi surely would have strangled Lyba and gotten rid of her, clearing the Earth of her pestering existence.
"Dunya ko toh tumhari churail jaisi shakal ki bhi koi zaroorat nhi thi! Phir bhi tum yahan ho naa.. Tiddi!"
His retort caused an instant reaction and she fumed, "Shakal kaa mazaq uraa rhy ho naa Roza toot gaya tumhara! Jaa kar pani pee lo! Allah ki banayi hui cheez ka mazaq uraya hai tumne!"
"Haaaan sab se zyada paak hasti iss dunya main tum hi toh ho! Tumhara kon mazaq uraa sakta bhalaa!"
"Oye chalo! Mere mun mat lago!"
"Tum ko mun lagaya kis ne hai? Khud hi free ho rhi hain.. Over insan!" Abdul-Hadi scoffed.
"Main--"
"Lybaa???"
"Beta baad main dekhti hun tum ko!" Lyba quickly responded before going to answer Daddi Jan's call.
"Fazool.." Hadi muttered half sleepily half irritated.
***
"Sawera.. Aapi keh rhi hain meri shirt iron kardo woh namaz parhne jaa rhi hain.." Hadi brought his creased kurta to his cousin, lazily handing it over.
"Tum nahane jaa rahey ho? Idher toh mama gayi hui hain.." Sawera said pointing at the door of the dowstairs guest bathroom.
"Toh koi baat nhi," he waved his hand with the shirt, "uper waley floor ke bathroom main naha lun ga.." Hadi said dismissively walking away.
"Acha sahi hai--" Sawera began then whipped around,
"Aa— arey Hadi uper nhi nahaoo!"
But he was already gone, what with those long legs of his, his walk equaled to flying. meheheh.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
Lemons and Sherbet ✔️
Romansa~ A sweet and sour Ramzan short story of Lyba's family and a glimpse into their topsy turvy life.~ Laughs, smiles, some tears shed. Trust me you are not ready for what's inside this book.
