the real jinn
In the early days of Lucknow,
In the early days of Lucknow, Allah's beloved Nawab Nawaz Ali's only daughter was only eight years old. Doll-like, thin, delicate, with a single body, very thin. His name was Farkhunda.
The loss of his father deeply affected him. However, age was such that it was quickly forgotten. But when it started to rain lightly and her mother made her wear a strict veil, she suddenly realized how sad she was. He was now compelled to always remain within the house's four walls. He did not have any siblings. She frequently wept alone and pleaded with God to explain why He separated her from her father and brother.
She adored her mother, but she was not content to always be by her side. She desired another individual whose presence would break up the monotony of her life. She was constantly alone. He was now eighteen years old. A Punjabi family rented a house in the neighborhood that had been vacant for some time ten to twelve days before the anniversary. They had one girl and eight boys. Biya Hai had been visited by two of the eight boys. The remainder pursued higher education. The girl was a year older than the six others. She was tall, short, and looked over two years more seasoned than her age. Her parents decided not to send her to college after she passed the entrance exam. Have no idea why?
Naseema was the name of this girl. Despite her name, she was not sluggish or delicate. Bula's energy and movement were evident in it. This girl, who had a big mustache and was very nervous and wanted to try reading a book, left the room and saw Farkhunda.
The rooms were adjacent to one another. Thus, only a few sentences were used to introduce them.
Farkhunda initially did not find his appearance appealing, but after speaking with him for some time, she appreciated every aspect of him. Like a young boy with wet warts, it was thickly marked. Very healthy, with full hands and feet and a wide chest that mostly doesn't have any bulges. Farkhunda particularly enjoyed her upper lip wisp of fine hair.
When Naseema saw the book in his possession, he inquired, "How is this novel?"
Farkhunda said, "It is exceptionally embarrassing.
This terrible novel was Farkhunda's that Naseema took from her. However, he read at night and stayed up late. The servant's hand was sent back to Farkhunda in the morning. She remained lonely and jobless. Therefore, he decided to examine some documents. When the book was opened, a section with his name on it emerged. The author is Naseema.
While reading it, Farkhunda's body was shaken. went straight to the room. He had been instructed by Naseema to replace the removed brick from the temple with another one if he wanted to call her. She will immediately appear.
Naseema arrived in the room within a minute after Farkhunda struck the brick. She might have been waiting for the response to her request. She climbed the four-and-a-half-foot mandir in a manly manner as soon as she arrived, jumped to the other side, hugged Farkhunda, and gave her a soft kiss on the lips.
Farkhunda was thrilled. They continued to converse for a considerable amount of time. He thought that Naseema was now more beautiful. She admired every masculine act he performed, and it was decided that they would remain friends until the end.
Farkhunda asked her mother's permission before inviting her friend's neighbor to her birthday party. He said in his cool Lucknow style, "No issue, call me. However, I dislike him. She continues to wear bracelets like a maid, as I have observed.
"No, mother, she is very good," said Farkhunda. She acts ethically when she meets people.
"It will happen, but it seems to me that there is no delicacy of girls in it," the Begum of Nawab Sahib stated. However, call if you insist. However, there shouldn't be too much of a connection.
Farkhunda sat next to her mother on the throne, took her hand, and cut the bark. "But mother! We have both pledged to remain friends for the rest of our lives. A man ought never to break a promise.
Because of her strong moral compass, Begum Sahiba did not voice any objections and simply maintained her silence by stating, "You know. Nothing is known to me."
On the day of the birthday, Naseema showed up. His shirt was of striped poplin. revealing her toned legs through her tight pajamas. Farkhunda thought that she is exceptionally charming in this dress. So she invited him with all her female graces and gave him a couple of merriments. For instance, when tea came to the table, he made it himself and served it to Naseema. Farkhunda broke down crying when she said, "I don't drink." With his teeth, he broke the biscuit and made her eat the rest. He placed the samosa in his mouth and instructed him to eat half of it close to his mouth.
Farkhunda was content despite the brief fights over insignificant matters. She desired Naseema to visit each day. If you let him follow it, he will fight such tender and delicate battles that will shake up his life, which has been stagnant. Farkhunda and Naseema began to move in the waves as they began to form. After getting permission from her mother, Farkhunda started going to Naseema's house as well. In the room that belonged to Naseema, with the doors closed, they used to sit there for hours. What were you discussing?
Farkhunda always took care of Naseema when she bought something because their love was so strong. His mother didn't like him.
She didn't want to make him sad because she was the only one. The wealth was sufficient, so it made no difference whether two shirts or one were clothed. Five Naseema shalwars should be made of white satin instead of the ten worn by Farkhunda.
Naseema disliked silk garments. He previously wore cotton clothing. She would take all of these things from Farkhunda without thinking to say thanks; instead, she would smile, accept the gifts, and hold Farkhunda tightly in her arms, We would also have passed through all the stages of heaven and ended up in hell. would have been at a crossroads.
Why she wanted to travel from heaven to hell is unknown. She was certain to mention hell whenever she mentioned Firdous. Farkhunda must have been a little surprised by this at first, but as she got to know Naseema more, she realized that the two of them didn't much different. Farkhunda experienced relief in every way when he left the cold and entered the heat. The late Nawab Nawaz Ali's Begum was very open to their friendship, which was becoming more and more intense as time went on. Naseema gave her the impression that she was dying at times. However, this feeling didn't appear to be honorable to him.
Now, Farkhunda remained primarily with Naseema. She would get up and go to her room every morning. She would be picked up by Naseema and taken to that side of the mandir, where they would spend hours locked in a room having some kind of conversation.
Farkhunda also had two friends who were dead. They were from Uttar Pradesh, and their bodies were small and resembled two-ply hats. Fly and blow.
These two people were her life and soul before she met Naseema, but Farkhunda was no longer in love with them. Instead, she pleaded with them not to come because they lacked life. They were tiny mice that didn't even know how to cut like Naseema.
He was forced to immediately accompany his mother to Karachi. Farkhunda was extremely sorry that Naseema was not present at the house. As a result, when he got to Karachi, he wrote her a lengthy letter of regret. She had previously sent a wire. In the letter, he detailed all of the circumstances and stated, "My life here is worthless without you." I'd love for you to join me.
In Karachi, his mother held numerous jobs. But he prevented him from doing anything. She would say, "I am sad," at least one hundred times per day. It's also a city within a city. My digestion has been harmed by this water. Quickly finish your work and head to Lahore.
Begum Nawab Nawaz Ali agreed to return after completing all of the work. Farkhunda, on the other hand, stated, "If you want to go, just do some shopping." Here, you can get clothes and other goods at a good price."
Done shopping. Farkhunda took a walking show, bought designer clothes for her friend Naseema's ten slacks, and bought a watch that fit Naseema's wide wrist. Mother kept her mouth shut so she wouldn't get mad.
Despite the stress of the journey, she met Naseema upon arrival in Lahore from Karachi. However, her mouth was swollen. incredibly furious that she left without meeting him. Farkhunda offered a heartfelt apology. He tried to convince her on every level, but she didn't buy it. Farkhunda broke down in tears and threatened to eat something and die if Naseema continued to get angry. Naseema took him in her strong arms and began kissing him as soon as it happened.
Both friends closed the room and talked about love for a long time. Their friendship grew stronger that day. However, Farkhunda's mother had the impression that her only daughter's health was getting worse by the day. As a result, he prevented her from leaving the house. Farkhunda began having hysterical attacks as a result.
Begum Sahiba talked to the women she knew, and they thought the girl might be possessed by a demon. To put it another way, a person is in love with someone who never leaves him. Therefore, there will be immediate tricks. The call went to sweepers. Taweez is filthy but ineffective.
The condition of Farkhunda deteriorated day by day. There was no comprehension of the disorder. He was getting thinner day by day. She would sometimes remain silent for hours. She would occasionally let out a loud cry and shed tears as she thought of her friend Naseema. The girl's mother, who was not particularly naive, did not think she was in love with a jinn. because Farkhunda used to talk a lot about love but breathe very coldly.
tried once more. People came from all over to call sweepers. Additionally, he tried medication, but it did not help. Farkhunda begged her mother to call her friend Naseema on numerous occasions.
Farkhunda's condition finally got worse one day. Nobody was in the house. Her mother, who never left the house, donned a burqa and asked a neighbor to do something. Farkhunda was not present when both of them rushed to her room.
Begum of the late Nawab Nawaz Ali began yelling "Farkhunda Beti, Farkhunda Beti" in a frantic scream. She began scratching her hair after searching the entire house for her. Despite the neighbor's efforts, she continued to scream.
In a semi-mad state, Farkhunda was standing on the upper floor. He vigorously struck the temple's broken brick with another brick.
Nobody arrived.
The brick was then smashed into another brick by him. A handsome young man, the eldest of Naseema's six brothers who were not married and were studying for the BA exam in a raincoat, emerged after a short while. On the other side of the temple, he noticed a small, fragile girl standing there. Hair is open, which is a problem. The lips are wrinkled, and the eyes are filled with hundreds of broken hopes. He approached Farkhunda and inquired, "Who are you calling?"
"I was calling Naseema," Farkhunda said as he gave this young man a thoughtful and thoughtful look.
"Oh come on!" was all the young man said. The light-skinned Farkhunda from this side of the temple was then picked up by him, and he took him to the raincoat where he was studying for the exam. The following day, Jin vanished. Farkhunda was in excellent health. She married Naseema's brother the following month, but Naseema was not present.
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ayesha adeel
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