His cure..

Meaning of the quotes in picture☝️:

Seeing you makes me breathless,

Heartbeats stopped, hope I won't die..

You make less peaceful faces,

I died on you and forgot about myself,

My heart has gone (2x)

My beloved took it..

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Third person's POV :-

Death put all people to their deeds, the very reality which is only faced by the dead one. No one would ever ask or be able to ask "Are you okay?".

Nooré cheshm-am is in deep silence, the hall only echoed with the sobbing of Mrs. Jamila and other ladies. Hearts have been seized with thunder of the Almighty Allah's will. The men did ghusl and wudu, then dressed in white attire, they walked in the backyard waiting for the body to be taken out. Shahzaib and firoz gave Mr. Raees ghusl, reciting surahs with quavery words, their hands trembling, so is their soul.

"Bhai.." Akib said, putting hand on shahzaib's shoulder.

Shahzaib looked upon his shoulder, motioning akib to continue with whatever he wanted to say.

"Bhai..Kafan (Shroud - used to wrap diseased body) is here.." Akib said, with heavy heart.

Shahzaib paused for a moment as the past flash before him.

~Flashback~

"Whats with the white colour all the time uncle? You should wear different colours." Firoz once said when they were about to leave for Friday salah while shahzaib listened to them quitely.

"Ohh bete..its something that cannot be replaced by any colour.. lastly we have to leave this world in the same colour then why not getting used to it." Mr. Raees said, wearing his white shawl .

"Uncle don't say such things, you know I can't live without you." Firoz said with frown, Mr. Raees laughed.

"Bete everyone says the same, you will say you can't live without a person but Allah is Almighty he will make you live without them, you will say you can't move on without them in life but he will make you move on, you will say life is nothing without them but he will make you successful without them...life will never stop with someone dying..you will eventually move on...days will pass by..you will be back to your normal routine.. eating, sleeping, work, stress, events, happiness..all will be back to the way they are...and the ones who are gone will be forgotten, you will only remember them on their death date or may be birth date." Mr. Raees explained, putting his right hand on firoz's shoulder as he listened carefully.

"Is it even possible for someone to live without their loved ones?" Firoz asked, mumbled.

"He is Almighty firoz, there's nothing impossible for him.." Shahzaib said, pointing his right hand index finger up towards the heavens.

"Indeed there's nothing.." Mr. Raees said.

~End of flashback~

Shahzaib closed his eyes to maintain his composure, taking a deep breath he laid the naked body of Mr. Raees on the kafan which is spread upon the thick mattress of bed. He saw firoz putting the cotton balls in Mr. Raees ears and nose, why is it done so? To keep the soul of the person away from any worldly hearing or smell, so that the soul does not desire to stay here for more. Taking the white patta (white cloth straps) shahzaib wrapped it around Mr. Raees's mouth, than from head to jaw. Shahzaib saw the trembling hands of firoz, he slowly hold on his left hand at which firoz's eyes met his.

"Inna lillahi waiinaa lilahi rojiun " He said firmly, firoz nodded, blinking his eyes and regaining his posture.

Now wrapping the body in the kafan, they laid it in the janaza bed (Kind of funerel box). Prayers have been done, now they took the janaza in the hall so everyone can see the face of the diseased for the last time.

"BABA! BABA!! MERE BABA! (MY FATHER!)" Rania Screamed in pain.

"Rania please...do-don't do like this.." Shahnoor said, holding rania from both arms.

The men remain behind, silently watching the girl crying.

"Shahnoor! Shahnoor! Ple-please.. please~ you ca-call baba..baba will li-listen to you. You call baba! BABA! BABA!" Rania pleaded helplessly.

"Rania please~ *sobbing* don't...it will hurt their soul..uncle won't be able to leave in peace.. please.." Shahnoor tried to stop her, rania is thrashing hard.

"No! I can't let him go like this..I can't shahnoor! I can't let my baba! Baba..baba..I-I am sorry..aap-aapki beti aapse maafi maangti hai (Your daughter apologize to you) please baba...mein achi beti nahi bani na isliye aap naraaz hain (Please baba..I wasn't a good daughter that's why you are angry) but I will be your good daughter from now on... please just wake up for once...just once baba..this once..I promise.." Rania weeped, holding on Mr. Raees's wrapped body.

"Daughter.." Mukhti sahab (The elder scholer) called, putting his right hand on rania's head.

"The one who is gone will never get a chance to come back..They will be gone forever, they can't come back even if they themselves asked Allah to..all can happen is we follow them there, we all belong to Allah..and to him is our return." Mukhti sahab explained, calmly.

"He is your father, to him you were the best just like us..we all are loved by Allah but we all sin, Allah never gets angry with us and he forgives us everytime. Just like that you were a precious daughter to your father, he has done everything on his behalf for you and now you have to let him go..so he can leave in peace." Mukhti sahab continued, rania's sobbing slowed down as she understood.

A hand, she felt holding on her's. Turning towards its source, her eyes met the most beautiful dark brown orbs.

"Akib.." She whispered, looking at him.

~Flashback~

"Beti..I am done with your responsibilities now..the bestest soul Allah has choosen for you..akib is the best man, he will take care of you no matter what. As your father, I am thankful to Allah that you are in safe hands now. Believe me..and never disobey him. When you go to him..be his. Always listen to him, you are still not on right path for which I was concerned till now but now I am not because I know he will bring you on righteous path. Be his companion just the way my other daughter shahnoor is to shahzaib. Promise me beti.." Mr. Raees said, putting hand on rania's head.

"Ji baba..(okay baba)" She promised.

~End of flashback~

Indeed parents choice is the best of all, rania realised as akib wiped her tears with his thumb.

"Let him go..I am with you.." He said to her with promising eyes but she still needs to hear it.

"You.. promise?" She asked, he nodded.

"I promise."

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"Its time to take leave bete, lets hold the janaza." Mukhti sahab said to shahzaib, he nodded.

Shahzaib, firoz, akib and Mr. Zuber took hold of the janaza and proceeded to walk out.

""

"Ashhadu alla ilaha illallah wahdahu la sharika lahu lahu wa-ash-hadu anna Muhammadan abduhoo wa rasooluhu! ." With that truth they hold the janaza on their shoulders.

The janaza is taken to the graveyard with every men holding its weigh on their shoulders one by one. Not leaving Abu daud as well, he was informed by farah's mother. Shahzaib is so engaged in his sorrow that the hatred he felt for abu daud never came in his heart all this time.

In the graveyard, they placed the body inside the pit. With duas and surahs recitation, everyone gave Mr. Raees farewell putting the sand on his wrapped body. Lastly it is time for Namaz-e-janaza (Salah for the forgiveness of dead one), so everyone took their leave one by one with the Mukhti sahab being the lead.

""

"La tatruknaa! (Don't leave me!)"

Mukhti sahab heard it but he never mentioned, the voice is muffled, its light. It is a truth that the scholar hears the voice of the buried ones when they leave that's why everyone is strictly prohibited to look back once they leave the graveyard. The soul whether its deed is good or bad but the taste of death is surely a nightmare, a real one. Its chills your bones, gives you creep, fear flow in your veins as your loved ones turns their back on you. Leaving one all alone with their amaal (deeds). The soul desires to come back once again, but there's no coming back.

This life is surely a rented house, you have to change it someday. The bed of velvet will be converted into the sand of stones and dust. The powerful one will become weak and needy, the dress of satin will be changed into kaffan. There, wealth nor power will work.

When the death will call you, one has to come out of the big bungalows.

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It is as if half of the Dublin had came for the Namaz-e-janaza, the masjid (mosque) is filled with countless people till the door. Shahzaib prepared mattress outside for the men to offer their salah.

"ALLAAAHHHHU AKBAR..(Allah is the greatest)" Mukhti sahab started the namaz.

Shahnoor's POV :-

"Bhabhi, tea is here." Zaid bhai, one of the members of red Devils informed.

"Okay, please send it in the kitchen. I'll tell yolanda to serve it." I said, he nodded and left.

I told Yolanda to serve the tea to everyone with the help of the other staff for now, I need to check on the food that will be served to the people. After giving Yolanda instructions, I came outside the hall attached to the main hall. All the men are sitting there, reading the Quran and tasbi. Covering my face with the dupatta, I peek in the hall but everyone is too engrossed in the prayers. My eyes met akib's for the first time, with a little hesitation I looked down but felt him coming towards me.

When he stood outside with his hand folding behind his back, I looked at him but he didn't lift his gaze towards me. A Non-foreign feeling, I felt. Its respect which each and every member of his gang gives me.

"Yes..bhabhi.." He said, I look at him for a moment.

'Did he just..call me bhabhi?'

"I..I was saying..some of the guests will leave soon. So can you check if the dinner is ready? we can't let them go without eating." I asked, my heart being heavy.

"Ji.. don't worry. I'll check and inform you." He said, still looking down then he took out his phone and called someone.

After a little while, he informed me that the dinner is ready and I can ask the guests to sit on the third floor. I thanked him and went to tell everyone to go on the third floor. He prepared many people for serving and for other work, I can't count but they are more than 40 to 45 people. It is good because the number of guests is 5 times more than them. I prepared the dastarkhaan (a mat on the floor for the serving of food). Alhamdulillah, the hall is big enough as we placed 25 round dastarkhaans on the floor and called guests in a row to eat. Meanwhile, I went to Jamila aunty's room with a plate of biryani. I saw ammi, rehmat aunty, akib's mother and some other ladies sitting beside her. They are reasurring her while others are praying tasbi. I put the plate on the night stand and look at jamila aunty, holding her hand in mine. At the feeling of my hand her dried eyes met mine, getting teary again. She hugged me, sobbing again. I hold her tightly, trying to be strong. If I will breakdown than who will support my family.

'Take care of our family when I will be gone.' Raees uncle's words ranged in my ears.

"Aunty.. Please get yourself together, You know na uncle will be in a good place now. He won't like it if we cry, he will be hurt. Please don't hurt him." I tried calm her.

"What should I do...what should I do meri beti (my daughter)...I can't stop this weeping heart of mine..Ya Allah... please..take me to your uncle." She cried, I tried to explain her but I know the pain is worse than anything.

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It's been 2 hours since everyone left after eating and making duaa, I even saw Abu daud but didn't talk to him then he soon left after duaa without eating, so I packed some biryani for him and gave it to Mr. Mosin. Now only my family and akib's family is here.

"Shahno, we should leave now. Farah is alone at home." Rehmat aunty said, I nodded and stood up.

Ammi said she wants to stay here with me but I refused because I know I won't be able to stay with her. Everything or I say everyone is shattered here, It will take a lot of time to collect them. I am not just shahnoor sharif khan now but Shahnoor shahzaib Ahmed mirza, my family is here and they needs me. I can't be weak just as uncle said, I have take care of our family.

I have to be like them, when I look at him, firoz bhai, akib and other members of Red devils, they were holding their emotions back. Not a single tear fall down from anyone's eyes, they stand strong and took care of everything. Realising that they are more closer to raees uncle than me but they are being strong, So I need to be.

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Everyone left except the staff who are clearing the backyard, third floor and halls. I look around the house, it feels empty. Although it is full of people but the one who is gone will never be replaced.

"May Allah send you directly to paradise uncle.." I whispered, remembering his smiling face.

"Meri beti!" My heart jumped hearing his voice, I around but found no one.

Ya Allah, what just happened? A stinging pain, I felt in my heart. I clutched on my chest, closing my eyes.

"Ya Allah..uff~" I mumbled, taking deep breath I sat down to relax.

Alhamdulillah, Soon I feel okay and I stood up from the sofa to see firoz bhai walking out. I followed him, he walked near the huge round sitting area in the backyard. He sat down on the stairs, his left leg stretching straight while the right one lifted up, his right hand rested on it just as his back and head on the pillar behind him. I slowly walked near him and sat down to his right. Feeling my presence, he tried to compose himself. I saw the thick tears flowing down down his cheek, making me remember the time when raees uncle got sick and admitted in hospital. I remember how firoz bhai cried.

"Firoz bhai..." My heart sunk in, looking at his face.

Tears welled up in my eyes, as he tried to wipe continuously the tears flowing down.

"You can cry.." I said, putting my hand on his shoulder.

He shook his head, inhaling deeply. Licking his lips, he raised his eyes towards the heavens.

"Ma..Man.. do-don't cry shahno.." He said, suppressing his sobs which made his words stutter.

"Non sense..who said it?" I asked.

"Bhai says *gulping* a man don't ge-get weak..in front of others." He said, eyes, nose and lips getting all red.

His trembling hands, trying to play with the hem of his white dusty pathani.

"But I am no other firoz bhai, I am your bhabhi and more than that I am your bestfriend na..than there's no need of you to hide your tears infront of me." I said, rubbing his back.

"Is..is it lik-like that?" He asked, like a kid asking his mother for something.

I couldn't hold back, tears flowed down my eyes as I nodded constantly. He hugged me, weeping loudly. I startled on his burst out, I never saw a man crying infront of me like this. His hold is strong, his weeping is loud. Making me cry, How will I reassure you all? The only question remain in my mind.

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All this time none of us said anything, firoz bhai cried and cried until he had the last energy to. I kept on patting him, lastly I asked him to eat something but he refused by shaking his head. His eyes said it all, he is tired and needs sleep. So putting his head on my lap, I patted his head until fell asleep. Now that I look at his face, I feel like I am helpless. Just like last time, everything happened but that time I had a hope of uncle coming back but this time he won't come back.

"Uncle..how will I be able to do everything alone?" I whispered, looking at the heavens.

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With the help of Mr. Bodyguard, I put firoz bhai in his room and came to Jamila aunty's room to check on her. She is sleeping while rania praying beside her bed. After she completed her salah, I gave her a glass of juice and alhamdulillah she drink it. I greeted her and took my leave. The lights are switched off by now and only the golden dims are on. I came in my room and changed my clothes into simple dark red salwar kameez. Sitting down near the bed, I tried to make braid of my long hair which seems impossible as always. I tried again but my hairs got tangled and so are my fingers in them.

"Uff~ kiya hai?! (What is this?!)" I said, slumping my hands on my lap but soon got afraid when I felt two heavy hands on my head.

"Who?!" I asked, looking back than saw his face as he sat on the bed and got relieved.

No response came from him, I too don't know what to say. He took the comb which is on the floor beside me and quietly started detangling my hair.

Third person's POV :-

He felt somewhat ease beside her, her smooth hair running through his long thick fingers as he combed them. Soon he started making her braid while reciting Ayatul kursi and blowing it on her head.