“I can’t live a moment without you” may seemingly be a line but it is a complete pledge in itself that a beautiful girl had knotted with her dream boy to whom she was one in a million. They happened to virtually meet each other on Facebook and yet the meet of both was more than a real and delightful one.
Both being the Lover’s of Rumi would hold on love and would usually discuss the fate of moth after he willingly inclines to himself the blazing flame of woods, the unfortunate end of moth would even make them cry and somehow they used to console and control one another and each other’s tears by the promises they had made in facing every obstacle of their future smilingly. This was precisely a good hope that used to keep them awaken for the next day as believed that ‘hopelessness is a complete hault’.
It so happened that a sudden announcement was made in the Indian parliament that the land their belongs to would be the property of everyone whosoever will like to buy it, this announcement was a sudden jerk to both and to all the people living around them. As expected such single handedly monstrous and monarch decisions generates a huge outcry that soon engulfs the whole valley in its fiery fingers.
Educational institutions, transport system, tourism, voice calling, internet comes to a complete hault. Not least but the mere walking of two persons together hand in hand was also no less than a dream.
Such restrictions were made by the parliamentarians only to ensure that huge outcry of masses may not topple the very basis of their foundation as said the decision made was never going to take masses in confidence. Even after putting these much of restrictions the decision makers would feel themselves scared that anything can happen anytime.
For the two lovers Aayat and Furqan world seemed ended, each was living a complete isolation they never had dreamt about . Their separation was a loss to love, each would keep thinking about the other, each would miss the joy they used to share before . The turmoil prevailed had not only killed the hopes of traders rather it had killed and trampled the hopes of Lovers too.
Furqan’s mind reverberated with a thought that if through a letter he can show and reveal his beloved how lonely he is feeling, how separation has enfolded its wings all around her. This thought couldn’t save her, it died it’s death there in the imagination where memory served its graveyard as he was breathing in a country of Shahid Ali without postmen.
The beautiful girl Ayat was no less in pain, none was there to listen her sighs and silent hiccups and that she kept absorbing them in the cotton of pillow she kept her cheeks intact with. She used to pass her miserable moments of lover in exile reading Rumi and this was the only source that could remind her of the loving and, peaceful talks those Furqan used to share with. For Ayat persian poet Rumi had now become the incarnation of her beloved Furqan.
While the valley was suffering an ever longer ban on internet and other communication means, Ayat managed to accompany her widowed mother to Delhi for medical check up, her mother was suffering some ailment in her chest. The moment there vehicle happened to enter in the land of Punjab, Ayat’s happiness knew no bounds that she can atleast now have a picture of Furqan saved from his Facebook profile.
While scrolling at sudden her body began to shiver down the spines, tears at once started bursting and she began crying loudly. What she saw was the dead body of her beloved Furqan who had got hit by a bullet in his head while in the way for some work.
Unfortunately the death of his news reached Ayat after a gap of two days that too while being away from her home. As she was on the way to Delhi, she had to console her own self and her ailing mother, this wasn’t an easy task as it seems in a glance. Losing beloved and accompanying sick mother while bearing the sensations of separation inside. For Ayat love died while pain and memory survived. This incident has added to her mental trauma and she is suffering till date.
This is not a single instance where love suffered and died its miserable death in the post abrogation time. There are many such incidents that will make readers to bite the dust of anger at the same time of hopelessness too.
Azhar Shabir is a writer, student and can be reached at [email protected]
