"Aaj ghar ja ker Haya ko shopping per lejaon ga. Woh fresh bhi hojaye ge." Khizar gaari chalaty hoye soch raha tha.
Achanak se uske samnay ek gaari ayi, aur uski gaari se takra gye.
"Hello? Kya aap Mrs. Khizar bat ker rhi hain?"
"Jee bat ker rhi hon apkon?
"Apke liye ek buri khabar hai, apke husband ka accident hogaya hai, aur unki death hogaye hai."
Haya ke hath se phone gir gaya.
"Haya. Haya ankhain kholo please na Haya." Faressa hospital bed mein Haya ke brabar mein khari hoi thi.
"Khizar? Khizaaaar." Haya hosh mein atay hi zoor se chilanay lage.
"Haya! Sabr kero. Aisay kero ge tw tumhari tabiyat kharab hojaye ge."
"Allah Miyaan yeh kya kerdiya apnay? Mujhe barbaad kerdiya. Mein Khizar ke baghair kya keron ge." Haya ronay lagi.
"Haya tumhara miscarriage hogaya hai." Fareesa ne Haya se nazrain churatay hoye bola.
"Kyaa? Yeh nhi hosakta mere saath. Allah Miyaan apnay mujhse se sab kuch cheen liya. Mujhe bhi mardete. Mujhe kyun zinda chor diya har roz marnay ke liye."
Haya ko hospital se discharge kerdiya tha, magar uski condition stable nahi thi.
**Sorry for the short chapter.
Uff tw Khizar bhi gaya. Ab Haya ka kya hoga?
Haya ek baar phir khali hath rhay gaye. Lekin ab woh purani wali Haya nahi hai. Ab uska kya hoga?**
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Haya Ka Rasta
Spiritual#1 in Spiritual 12 times, and still counting. . "Among the things that people have found from the words of the previous prophets was:'If you feel no shame, then do as you wish." (Al-Bukhari) Haya can be translated as modesty, shame or shyness. . T...
