Pakki Qabr

Selection: Nazima Ayaz

Jab Seyed's mother, who had died, came to me in my dream for the first time today... She was sitting next to me and telling me... Today I met Pheke's mother... Pheke has built a very beautiful house for her and has also planted many beautiful fruit trees in her garden... And then my eyes opened... Pheke's mother has passed away many years ago... It was a very good dream... I thought if Phika comes, I will tell her... !

Phika came two days ago... But she didn't come to meet me until now... She was busy with work... I was thinking about her now, did she leave... Her heart was probably beating fast... She looked very tired... But her face always looked peaceful... ! Yes, Phika was also worried, my friend...? I asked, it seemed as if the walls of the room were getting closer and closer... They were also sitting there listening to Phika's words... After Phika left, prayers could be felt in the air... !

Phika started saying, "What did you tell me about Sahib Ji?" Two or three days ago, I was coming from work and the bus broke down on the way... It was a very cruel afternoon for Sahib Ji... ! The heat was intense... There was no slave or slave's person... Still thirsty... All the passengers were cold... The sun was shining strangely, the vermilion was shining in the desire of the newlywed bride... And the deserted place of such a master... Like the dry hair of the mother after the passing of the water... For the first time, such a meeting took place with the master... Spring had sent a letter of complaint as... There was only one tree... under which all of us passengers sat... The farmer had given birth to a son... Sahib Ji felt very comfortable in his cool tea... My condition was like a bird dropping from its nest, but suddenly someone kindly picked it up and put it back... Like a crying child hidden in its mother's lap... I remembered Sahib Ji very much... Mother Oswale... Mother, it was like a big tree... It had absorbed everyone in its embrace... I gave a big thank you to Allah for sleeping in it... We, the passengers, were sitting under the tree... and the birds were flying above... We all spent many hours reading... Then another bus came after a while... And by Allah's grace, we reached home... !

The owner had collected money from the money box and was going to get the graves of the mothers fixed... But I changed my mind... A grave is a grave, whether it is a grave or a house, what difference does it make to the mothers... She has gone to God... But the ones who are alive have more right than the owner... ! With that money, I bought shoes and started to plant trees...

First of all, a large and beautiful guava tree was planted on the grave of the mother, and then many trees were planted on the road leading to the pond... And in addition to this, the owner's friends arranged for a group of bulls to give cold water to the passengers on the lorry... The owner's morning meal was accompanied by a group of sweetmeats and his sons, and the importance of the latter and his virtue... And now I have been giving water to the passengers for two hours with Nika... It was noon outside the Sahib's house and I was in the afternoon... The heat of that day had made me lose my senses... By God's grace, Sahib's friend and I stayed with him at his request. Now I have to go back to the city at least tomorrow... I think I will meet you and ask for your prayers... I could not have gone without telling you, Sahib... !

I couldn't make my mother's grave... I cried and cried... ! That's how he used to cry and cry... He would open all the doors of his heart... ! His words would have a deep impact on my heart... He would tell me his story and go on... ! My story would start after his death... I would ask God for prayers... Give me color... In the color of the flower... I wish I could have thrown it... ! Allah has chosen Phika for good deeds... But the fact that the bus was bad became a good way for him to earn good...! Hard work had become mercy... Every time Phika played... I started the work of planting trees in the villages the next morning... And quietly sent Bakhshu to get the graves of Phika's mothers paved... I was surprised... How did this happen to the heart with the pain...? Tears of gratitude were flowing from my eyes, dispelling the dream of the deceased...!

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