There’s no good time for two people to meet and fall in love. If it is intended, it will be, they say. But No.This was truly not the case of Sana and Saad. It was clearly not intended but they met. And how? That will take me long. So lets start with the story of the 2 people who were not supposed to meet, but met. And not just met, they fell in love. And when they fell in love, it was like two individual ppl who could be easily lost in the crowd, found an aura so bright that they stood apart, in radiance.
Saad had been watching this girl for quite some time now. He had come to pay respects to his dead father who was buried in the best cremation grounds of the city, and who had always been insisting on Saad to get married. They said those grounds had angels visiting regularly. Exactly for the same reason had the girl chosen those grounds to cremate her loved one and she was sniffling small soft cries within herself, and was fondly being looked at by Saad. When he couldn’t hold it any longer, Saad jumped from his elevated seat, hands in this pocket, and walked towards Sana.
Before he could reach her and offer his sympathies, she was called upon by another young lady almost the same age waving a shoe and running towards her from the other end.
“Aapa! Aapa! Abba lost his other shoe again!”
Jaza had been running all around the cremation ground looking for her Aapa. Adolescence comes with responsibilities and Jaza had come to terms with it by now. A sixteen year old, responsible, second girl child of Aamirah Begum and Khursheed Aalam, Jaza was well versed with her role in the universe - to keep eye on the other shoe. Aamirah Begum, may Allah rest her soul in peace, had handed over this responsibility to her at a very young age of 7. She had said on her deathbed. “Jaza, my darling, without a purpose, life is as baseless as your mother on moon. So my dear, live with this purpose, and if be, die for it. Never let go of the other shoe.” And Jaza, had memorised this like a sacred verse.
She cried victoriously when she saw Sana , panting, looking for breath, with one of the shoe still in her hand being waved with utmost audacity.
“I know, I know,” replied Sana. “I am here in this lady’s den of iniquity to get back the shoe. Seems Nusrat Bi is sleeping with the shoe in her coffin. Oh God Jaza! What am I to do now. I’ve been calling out to her but she doesn’t pay heed. I bet she’s smiling down there, that wicked witch! For once Allah miyaan, get her out here and I’ll tell her what it takes to steal my father’s shoe and sleep with it in the coffin!”
“Easy Aapa. Don’t speak ill of the dead.” Sana eyed her little sister irritably and Jaza burst into giggles.
Saad was a spectacle to all this. He had visited his father’s grave many a times before. He had seen people crying for their loved ones, chanting prayers, lighting candles, planting flowers. This was the first time he witnessed light hearted laughter on a grave.
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