-she kept on splashing water on her face , there was nothing to clean on her face , no blemish no dirt yet she was liking throwing water onto her face , she for long enough liked the feel of fresh water on her face , perhaps that water splash after splash could remove the shame she had experienced that day, that humiliation she was feeling printed all over her face
-he caressing her hair said he will ask baba to forgive her, it was an old unkept promise of no value , his fingers in her hair felt like magic , he asked when baba will come she shall wear a white rose in her hair wont she, it was more of a reminder than a question, she explained his baba always brought a white rose for her , if he brings one for her she will definitely wear it in her hair then suddenly husn jahan remembered something when he promised to get his mother a white rose she laughed softly he will not find any roses for it was not the right season for roses
-he spoke to his mother as he pinned an ornament in her hair, how she asked , both smiled like this always smiling and cheerful and beautiful, momin could not have expressed himself better in more than these simple words, his mother looked at him surprised how could he have known she was unhappy, how wrong mothers are to believe only they can read their children's faces
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there was nothing in the jewelry box, what ever there was inside it was scattered around the box on the dressing table, husn jahan sat before the mirror admiring her reflection , she plucked out the hairpins from her hair do which was a huge bun on her head , her loose hair fell luxuriantly first onto her shoulder then to her waist and then unfolded yet further below
-his letter began addressed to dear baba who must have got the envelope reading his name on it , startled and for long unable to open it,remembering all those times now treasured in memories, about all those things said to him on which they did not agree, even thinking of tearing off the envelope without reading the content but because it was from his only child he could not tear it off without reading it, because for that motherless son who was raised single handedly by a father like him who was very loving and caring like a bird is to a chick
--the hazrat proclaimed the definition of the poor is not he who eats on charity but he who keeps on constantly begging for more to get satiate his senses and wants a life of easy luxury he can not afford
-what else could shamo khala do, she was an only child of her parents, after marriage she came to know her husband also was raised without parents, there was amarried sister in law who lived abroad, they believed strongly that women who had courage could prove more patient and tolerated more and became better wives and mothers in law , for they did not argue but solved their problems
