amir returned home , the peace and quiet air of his home gave him immense comfort, opening the door he entered , he was very tired , exertion is not always physical fatigue, it is mostly in the worried mind, he saw his mother counting the beads of her holy tasbih, he knelt down and put his head on her knee, how secure and better he felt
a token that brings peace of mind serenity and satisfaction and contentment to the faithful
jaber ali stared at the folded letter under his cell phone, it was from shamina his daughter, he opened it and read it--twice before he really understood shamina had written it to him--that she loved him trusted him as no other can his parents, his decisions were his commands she would willingly obey , not to talk a word of it again, that he must not disturb the peace of mind of the family
rabi had learnt so much from the old iranian woman in a couple of days, she had been comforted that she was not the only person in this cruel world alone, there were others like the old woman who were all alone , the woman on the other hand looked penetratingly deep into rabi's eyes , thinking why was she so alone in this young age, when she herself was that age she was full of life surrounded with loved ones, then she used to think sometimes how it is to be all alone but she had lived her life well, but what was troubling rabi to be so lonely
barhan was watching the night sky laying on the marble cool bench in the park, he had left home , his main problem was to find a job like giving tutions to improve his financial condition and find a suitable residence and complete his education in kerachi, his friend naiman had a nice comfortable guest room witha separate entrance but if his family asked him questions what would he tell them why he had left home so the best option was to stay with gauhar khan a well off , influential man's son in hostel and he could share his room, he was engrossed in his worries when a policeman approached and qsked him suspiciously why was he there in the lonesome park
rabi asked the old woman how old she was, age was not recorded on papers when the old woman was young , her four chidren were grown ups whe all this happened as it seemed ages ago, rabi was impressed, but where were her children , lost in the world of desire, to lead their own lives , what matters an old woman , ambitions are more important, rabi liked her urdu , the old woman was from iran , all her family had long ago come to settled down in pakistan , they spoke persian at home
gul jan was sitting with shah alam, showing how grateful she was for him to look after roma in her absence, bibi jan was taken to hospital , she had suffered a stroke, the doctors said it was a brain haemorrhage , operation was a must
