World looks perfect to me and that vision provided by Mom,
But things never remain the same as truth differs time to time. Now it looks I
am not that perfect to this perfect world. I can’t study, communicate in the
same as way others doing. People feels uneasy when I am around, they just give
a sympathy look to me. Yes everyone say I am dumb and deaf which is so true but
still I can communicate with people who really want to do so, like my family
do. Yes my mode is not normal but that’s not my fault God has born me like
this. Thanks to my family business I don’t need to bother much about people. I
am the youngest qualified CA in the country and I feel happy and satisfied in
my life. For some fun in my life I play basketball but unfortunately boys don’t
allow me to play with them. Thanks to my Rich and famous Dad I can daily play
basketball in the evening but not with other boys just alone- I shot, I dribble
and I enjoy.
Today day while I taking rest from game I saw a girl standing outside the mosque in a
plan white salwar and kurta, dupata rounded around his head. She is as white as
Tajmahal marble, so clean and clear from head to toe, her long black plate is
giving complement to her white attire, her wide beautiful eyes looks like a
rose petal, she looks so delicate as soft as cotton she is calm composed like a
sea depth. I have never seen such a beautiful girl. Just seeing her I feel so
refreshed, she is so serious looking down like someone is stopping her to get
noticed. Just seeing her gave me immense sense of relief. I started noticing
her daily in evening as she comes to mosque with plate full of food and then
she wait for 5min then she return back with empty plate. I get her routine now
so eagerly wait for her at 5:30pm to see her.
After few days I realized that
she noticed that I am keeping eyes on her so very next day while I was waiting
her I didn’t see her rather I see a boy was bringing food to mosque. And then she
stopped coming for few day again she came after couple of days. Today she looks
like she was bathing in butter from last couple of day so graceful like a moon
in the dark. I was waiting for her but when she came I passed smile to her and
due to her nervousness her plate fall down and she ran with an aggression on
her face. I felt disgusting, pathetic for myself now. I want to say her sorry,
first time I feel so helpless with my inability to communicate. After few days
she came again but this time I didn’t give chance to her feel nervous I just
saw her glimpse from the bushes while playing and doing so give me extreme
happiness. I was doing this daily now
but after few days neither she came nor her brother. After certain time I
realized that they were coming to mosque as Ramzan was going and now the month
is over. I badly want to ask her name, say sorry !! tell her how beautiful she
is, tell her if she wears the smile she will shine like a diamond.
But still I am not heartbroken still hopes are high .I
waited for another 3months for ramdan again. Now I have full one month to step
ahead and to know her more. So I pen down all my thoughts mentioning how
beautiful she is, how sorry I am, how serious she is, how helpless I am and I
want to know her from birth till today and want to confess my pure feelings for
her. Now my letter is ready so I have reached outside the mosque at sharp
4:00pm as I don’t want to miss any chance. I stayed there upto 9:00pm no one
came neither she nor her brother. I followed this routine for next 30days but
unfortunately this time no one came.
The hopes are still on will wait till I meet her and
handover my letter to her. One year passed another ramzan month arrived I
waited for her with the letter few days passed but didn’t see her but after
11day I see her with the plate ful of food in hand. I saw her I waved her with
a big smile and then she came to me and so many things which I didn’t
understand exactly except the fact she is scolding me badly.
While she was
leaving I gave her my letter and left from there. In the letter I have
mentioned that I am dumb and deaf and shared my number as well. Whole night I
was waiting for her message. But didn’t hear back anything from her side. Next
day again I reached outside the mosque but I saw she was standing on the other
side so I waved her and was crossing the road meanwhile truck hit me badly and
I don’t remember what happened next. I found myself on the bed in my bedroom
with fractured leg and some stitches on forehead. I was just cursing why it did
happen in this month. I spend my whole day now at home in missing her, office
work and rest that’s it. After a week I
got a message from unkown number and when I opened that I start reading it – “Hi
Ram, Sheema Iqbal this side, same girl to whom you had handover the letter last
week outside Mosque. When I read your letter I just thought you were lying that
you are dumb and deaf just to gain my attention but very next day when truck
hit you I realized you were true. I cant answer your all questions all I can
tell is –
I live near MG road.
I never
heard so much appreciation about my beauty from anyone thankyou.
I am widow and mother of 2month boy.
If anyone in my
family know about this they will kill me so don’t try to follow me.
Hope you will recover soon.”
I read this text thousands of
time and I feel more positive now. I told everything to my mom. She was surprised
after hearing this. But after seeing my love for her, she decided to
investigate about her more. From her sources my Mom got all the information
regarding to her. So one day Mom decided to visit her home so she went there.
Earlier they were discussing casual thing but my mom told her that I am Ram’s
mother after hearing this it was like ground slipped under her feet. Sheema got
scared my mom told her don’t think much if you feel you can spend your whole
life with Ram then tell me. I’ll manage everything from my family to your
family. Sheema looks confused puzzled. My mom shared her no with her and left.
Sheema texted me scolded me for
doing such things. I told her I love her
and want to spend my life with her. I asked her to meet once after lot of
insisting she was convinced. She daily goes to park with her son in morning so
I joined her there. When I look at her from so close I just want to feel her in
my arms but could not. For that one hour we just waved each other, asked how is
she(in gestures) and I played with her son only. Her son was exactly like her.
Few days after mom came to me with sweets and she was very happy after asking
her the reasons she told me that Sheema texted her that she is ok in marrying
me. It was unbelievable for me don’t to what made her to decide that.
Now we have biggest hurdle in
front of us “to agree everyone in my family and in her family for this marriage”.
My mom disclosed this to my dad, my dad
got hyper totally disagree. He was not ready to listen anything about
this. So I decided to go on hunger
strike after not eating anything for 3days my health impacted as I was not
taking medicines as well. After seeing all this drama my father agreed and he
made others in our family to agree on this.
Now the difficult part came, we
have to make their family ready as well. My dad and mom visited their house and
told them that they like Sheema and interested in marrying her with their son.
Just after hearing this, her father got furious just because of my father’s
reputation they didn’t say much but asked my parents to leave and forget about
this. My dad was just like a pillar to me he applied all possible ways to make
thing ok. He traded with her father and gifted him a car with some money as well
and makes them ready. So after 8months battle finally the day has arrived when
we are getting married. In this 8months Sheema has learnt the sign language as
well so now we can communicate in a very well way. This 8months has developed
our love more passionately. On my
marriage day I decided that I’ll never have any child of my own. So that
Sheema’s will get undivided and unbiased attention from everyone.
After 15years
Today I feel so happy and satisfied
my son don’t feel ashamed of my inability (dumb and deaf) he just feel so proud
of me. I am the super hero for him. Sheema is best thing happen to me. Now She
is the writer of many books. In one book she had mentioned the reason why she
said yes to me in one hour meeting and the reason was “In that one hour I can
see the father of my child in Ram. How he understood every single thing that my
3months son was conveying which only mother understands. Then only I got to
know that he has some special gift though which he can understand everything
and he will understand every single thing that I or my son expects or want in
our life. I don’t think I will ever get such understanding husband, now my son
will have the love of two Mother(Me & Ram) and one Father(Ram) Happy family”
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