《✿ Khuda Ka Shukr Kaise Karun ✿ || HOW TO THANK GOD ||》✿ A PICKPOCKET ✿
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بِسْمِ ٱللَّهِ ٱلرَّحْمَٰنِ ٱلرَّحِيمِ
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In the name of Allah, the Entirely Merciful, the Especially Merciful.
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Episode - 14
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It was early Tuesday morning. The clock shows 4:45 am. Many people enjoyed the views through their glass windows of watching planes landing and taking off. It's always a magical experience, especially for children. But he (Aadi) was ignoring the world around him, sitting in his seat, and started to think about his first experience of travelling in an aeroplane with Halil. He smiled at his thoughts. He then raises his hand in prayer and recites, slowly and quietly, only his lips are shaking and parted.
"In the name of Allah and all praise is for Allah. How perfect He is, the One Who has placed this (transport) at our service, and we ourselves would not have been capable of that, and to our Lord is our final destiny."
[It is advised by Prophet Muhammad (PBUH) to recite the following verses to have a blessed and safe journey]
A few times later, he grabbed his phone and started to dial Hakan's number to inform him of the important update on Mr. Hashim's case, but stopped by thinking that in Turkey, it's definitely 3:00 am there, and it's not a good idea to call him at this hour.
He took a deep breath and again started to think about the difficult days of his life before 3 years. He struggled to get a job after his graduation, and one day, at a coffee shop, his life changed. He had given many interviews and no one had hired him. And in that coffee shop, he met Halil. He remembered the day as one of his best and worst days. How can he forget that day? Halil's first experience of being hit by a gunshot and how he was saved by Halil, as well as the fact that he first saved Halil's life with this gunshot, for which Halil was very thankful to him. After two weeks, when he was fully recovered, Halil came to his home to meet him with an exclusive offer of an assistant job. But he was not at that time aware that he was going to be hired as a ditactive assistant. His family agreed because they thought he would be working in an office. Halil then took him to Turkey, where he became a stranger to his boss, his best friend, and his crime partner. He also remembered how he had convinced and gotten permission from his family to go to Turkey and work with Halil. An announcement interrupted his thoughts that the aircraft was going to land.
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He murmured to himself, "Finally, now I'm in my country, my country, Pakistan, Allahumdolliah."
The aircraft, belonging to Türkiye Hava Yollar Airlines, has just landed. Despite the fact that it is quite fast and the sun is rising, the company insignia is clearly visible. Then parts of its wings are raised to slow it down. As the Boeing slowed down considerably, it glided from one end of the runway to the other. Many manoeuvres later, it took that one final turn and started moving towards the airport terminal. towards the departures side. By now, the speed has been reduced to a crawl. A man dressed in an orange work vest guides the plane to its rightful spot, vigorously signalling with the light batons he holds in his hands.
Those travelling on that plane got up from their seats and gathered their belongings. Aadi also got up and gathered his belongings. He only has one suitcase with him
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By the time the aircraft has reached the building, people have formed a long queue near the designated boarding gate. Everyone has their hand luggage with them and their boarding passes are ready to show the officials. Aadi follows the rules as well, showing his passes to the official. After all the formalities of passing, he looks here and there, probably searching for the man who came to take him to his home. With one hand in his pocket and the other one holding the suitcase, he looked handsome in a purple casual t-shirt and black jeans, taking slow steps. Suddenly, he stopped, took a deep breath, and said, "Ah... I was really missed my Islamabad, Allahumdolliah. He then thank Allah by reciting a prayer silently.
"O Allah, Lord of the seven heavens and all that they envelop, Lord of the seven earths and all that they carry, Lord of the devils and all whom they misguide, Lord of the winds and all whom they whisk away. I ask You for the goodness of this village, the goodness of its inhabitants, and for all the goodness found within it, and I take refuge with You from the evil of this village, the evil of its inhabitants, and from all the evil found within it."
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[Dua upon entering a town/ village]
Suddenly, he saw a man in a hoodie putting his hands in the back pocket of an old man. He started running after grabbing the old man's purse. The old man started yelling, (in urdu).
To apprehend him, Aadi abandoned his suitcase and began running towards the pickpocket. The pickpocket was not so smart. After a few runs, he was stopped by someone. Someone suddenly held his shoulder. The pickpocket was wearing a mask on his face and a hoodie to hide his face. He turned back and saw the man, wearing a purple t-shirt, who had caught him. The pickpocket tried to free himself from the man's grip, but Aadi's grip on his shoulder was too tight. Don't struggle; it's futile. He shouted at him. Some people silently stood there and watched the live scene. Some people ignored them because there was nothing new for them to see. The old man comes near and grabs his purse from that pickpocket man and says to Aadi, (in urdu).
When the pickpocket heard the name of the police, the man started shaking. " he pleaded. Aadi grabbed his mask to see his face. When he removed the pickpocket's mask, he was astonished because the pickpocket was a girl with large green eyes, not a man. Everyone there, along with the old man, was astonished; they never expected that. Aadi says, " The pickpocket nodded her head in apology. Aadi asked her softly and left her shoulder. She softly replied, playing with her fingers.
She replied softly, playing with her hands. Before Aadi gave her a brilliant answer, a familiar voice called him, Aadi, and caught his attention. He turned back to look at the man who called him. A middle-aged man stands there, dressed in a Pakistani kurta and pajamas. Aadi smiled, then stepped slowly towards that man, then hugged him tightly. (in urdu)
(In Urdu)
He turned around to look at the pickpocket girl, but she had disappeared. his father also noticed his movement and asked, "in urdu).
( in urdu) ... He responded quickly and grabbed his suitcase that he left to catch the pickpocket.
(in urdu). His father said, smiling.
(In urdu)
(in urdu). His father answered him and then turned to the driver.
(in urdu). Hakan interrupted them and also greeted Salim, the driver.
The driver replied, , and smiled back. Then they sat in the car for 16 minutes, and finally reached home.
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Allahumdolliah, I've finished writing Episode Number Fourteen.
Who is Ain?? Remembered??
What happened next? Do you like this episode or not?
....You can comment on it....
Spoiler : Ain, his sister. 😉
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