Five Day Challenge – Day 2

rainy-road-border

Honnnkk!!!!

“I am going to take the next detour Misha, I can’t stand this any longer”

“Patience Sabir patience. I know its frustrating but look at the weather. It hasn’t stopped raining”

It was true. The rain was slapping furiously against the windshield of the car and I could make out its fury even at this crawling pace.

I looked at the watch and could feel whatever little patience I had draining away. If only my ummi and abbu could see me right now, they would surely doubt their decision of naming me Sabir – the patient one. I was cursing the rain like I had never cursed anything or anyone else before. Misha kept telling me about the wisdom in the delay, the good that we can’t see. I chuckled at the thought. What could possibly be good in any of this? I was getting impatient by the second.

After much prayer and hardwork my restaurant was finally opening. I was gushing with pride when we left home. The quaint structure on an open stretch of land was like a badge of honor I had earned. The thoughts of my restaurant had obsessed me for nights and days. Today was the day every drop of my sweat was going to get its due. Mine was the first restaurant on this stretch of busy highway. And I was going to inaugurate it with a batch of sumptuous Hyderabadi Mutton biryani cooked using my grandmother’s recipe. A thought was pushing at the back of mind and I was ashamed to finally let it in with so much struggle. “Alhamdulilah” I thought half heartedly. I hadn’t tasted gratitude lately. Misha interrupted my jumbled restless train of thought. Train! I wish there was a railway station nearby…

“Sabir! Sabir look…”

She was pointing at a bypass road that a few cars were now taking. The road hadn’t taken the assault of the rain well. It was under construction and seemed dangerous but all I could think about was reaching the restaurant on time.

“Please let’s not. I think there is wisdom in this delay. Just let’s make a quick dua and wait for the traffic to clear”

“Just look at the jam Mish, there is no way this is clearing up soon, there are cars as far as my eye can see. I…”

I drifted as I saw Misha already muttering under her breath.

inna lillahi wa inna ilayhi raji`oon; Allahumma ajirni fi musibati wa akhlif li khayran minha

All I could do was listen as I took the detour. I could feel the worsening of the road with every pothole I drove over. No wonder there were just a few cars that took this route. But I was finally happy we were moving ahead. There was a steep slope on the left side of the road and it seemed quite deep. Misha held my arm but was mostly quiet. The rain continued its assault and I spotted a stretch of road that seemed fit to drive over. As I reached it I felt my grip lighten on the wheel, I could finally speed up.

I don’t know when it happened, when the car took over from me. It was like it had its own mind as it stirred violently to the ditch on the side of the road. I reached for Misha’s hand as hers came forward to meet mine and she finally let out a long due heart wrenching scream. All my mind could register was shock and regret and something else too, a plea for help. And the last thing I remember was the burning force of the airbags against my face.

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Had the rain finally decided to drown me? I remember waking up with a lot of pain. And as I sat up to look at the faces of strangers staring at me, it all came back to me like an excruciatingly painful memory. Somebody handed me a water of bottle.

Misha! I had never felt the force of such gratitude punch me repeatedly as when I saw my wife running towards me and finally meeting me in a hug. Alhamdulilah I finally felt the weight of these words against my tongue, mind, heart and soul. And for once the weight didn’t feel like a burden, it was the thing that lifted the burden.

It hadn’t stopped raining but I could distinguish the warmth of my tears from the rain washing my face. My world had been shaken. I could still see the scene of the ditch coming to meet my car as we fell and my hands were still shuddering

“You were lucky sir! It could have been a fatal accident. This ditch is full of rocks and boulders but it seems the rain had caused the soil to soften and drown the rocks”

I saw the car lay turtled a little farther ahead. We had escaped a fatal crash and alhamdulilah was the first thing my mind could summon every time I saw my wife, my car and my own limbs.I could see the ambulance at the edge of the road above closing in to take us away. The restaurant! I had to call up my assistant to tell him what happened and get the rest of my family to know about it. I frantically searched for a cell phone. The truck driver I spoke to earlier lent me his graciously.

Ringgg “Hello! listen Bashir, its me….”

 

“Saheb we were lucky Saheb! I’ve been trying to call you for the past half hour. Alhamdulilah you are late. When I reached the restaurant, it was burning. It seems faulty wiring had caused the fuse to blow and the dining hall was on fire. It could have taken the cylinders in the kitchen and the restaurant down saheb but the rains saved us! The rain saved the hotel. All it needs is a bit of color”

 

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I am a day late for the second day but better late than never (Phew!)

Thanks to theindianrevertedmuslimah for inviting me to the Five Day challenge 😀 I am supposed to post a picture each and write a story based on it for five days. It could be fiction or non-fiction. I am also supposed to nominate a fellow blogger and today’s nominee is Anchor with Keidi There’s no compulsion for you to accept but its a lot of fun believe me 🙂

Five Day Challenge – Day 1

Rainy-grass

It was a wonderful day, bright and glittering with life. She loved such days. She loved the warmth of sunshine on her closed eyes. But gloomy breezy rainy days were her favorite. She loved the rain-kissed touch of wind, the cold but soft, free but safe ambience of a heavy drizzle.

For some reason she loved all weathers now. She wasn’t sure why? Was it because it reminded her of him? Or was it because it was his existence in her thoughts that made all seasons exquisite and the world, her world, beautiful?

She had been in love before, but never like this. No one had taken her heart and made it theirs with so much ease. She had never found so much comfort in another until this day. She felt belonged and certain of one truth – because he existed she existed. None of her lovers had come close to loving her like this. Not even the people who had loved her. How could they? Their love was but a drop in the ocean of his affection. And the way she loved him could never compare to the way he loved her. That was the best part of all – to find someone who adored even those parts of you, you could never love yourself. To find someone who was closer to you than you were to yourself.

Never had she been loved so wholly. Never had she found a cocoon for her heart until now. All the bruises and blows, trials and falls seemed like a specially paved road that led to him. To finally come running home and be comforted by him. She could swear there was no better cushion for her heart than his words.

And the trees were proof, the wind, the light, even the dust and the grime. He made all of them seem alright. And because of him, the world seemed like an okay place. Living was bearable finally, but waiting wasn’t. Waiting for him seemed like the hardest thing to do but she knew it was worth every second and that made it a little more bearable too. That was the thing about his love. It made her feel free, in every situation. Free – A word she never knew beyond its sound. But today she knew exactly what the nightingale must be feeling as it flew from the branch of a tree to disappear in the sky. She felt a certain affinity for it, after all just like her, it too, was a part of the whole.

How could he know her even before she discovered herself? It was a mystery she was happy to have stumbled upon. And the gifts he gave! Oh the gifts! She treasured even the paper cuts she got while opening the gifts. They were an excuse for his complete attention and care and she couldn’t ask for more. He taught her gratitude to its very last essence and yet she knew there was always room for more – a distance she could never seem to cover. He accepted her anyway.

On sunny days like this and for that matter even a cold February night, his thoughts were her best companions. She was always wondering how one could find themselves while getting lost in another. There was nothing more beloved to her than making him happy. And she knew, if she failed he would still pick her up and love her all the same.

She had finally found him and she knew that He wasn’t just Al Wadud, the Most Loving, He was worth loving the most as well

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OMG this is so challenging but I’ve tried my best and I hope you like this story (It’s a combination of fiction & non fiction ;))

Thanks to theindianrevertedmuslimah for inviting me to the Five Day challenge 😀 I am supposed to post a picture each and write a story based on it for five days. It could be fiction or non-fiction. I am also supposed to nominate a fellow blogger and today’s nominee is I Keep It Silent. There’s no compulsion for you to accept but its a lot of fun believe me 🙂