Mysterious Window Of The Room

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A window opened at the back of Noor Sahib's room. Across the window was a vast, lush and lush cemetery called "Jannat-e-Firdous". Colorful flowers were showing their springs everywhere. Pearls, pearls, jasmine, marwa, queen of the night, the fragrance of the king of the day, fresh roses lying on the graves, the scent of camphor coming from the fresh graves, the fragrance of incense incense and the sweet fragrance of wet clay, blending into the air. It was a mysterious and subtle magic. Death was visible in silence. Noor Sahib's room was always fragrant with these fragrances. It was like heaven on earth. 

Noor Sahib used to open this window daily after Fajr and then after Zakr-e-Wazkar and Chasht prayers he would close the window and remove the curtain as soon as he felt the sun shining. Then this window would open in the evening. From an early age, Noor Sahib had a wish to have a small and beautiful house. Have a separate room in the middle of the house. The back window of the room opens into a beautiful garden. But life went on in business. There was no opportunity or ability. 

He spent what he earned in his youth. Then at the same time Allah Almighty arranged the marriage of four daughters in a happy manner. The children became educated and employed. When Shabab had left after telling his job, the old man started knocking on the door, but the desire for a house with a window was growing in his heart and it was starting to grow. What they had saved was not enough to build their dream home, which also has a vast garden at its foot. One night, the couple was engaged in manipulation when their eldest son, Dr. Fakhr, a well-known cardiologist in the city, entered the room. Pride was the pride of his father, the center of his hopes and aspirations. Fakhr was a very happy and obedient son. He found his happiness in the happiness of his parents. She was obsessed with fulfilling her father's dreams. Fakhr pressed his father's light legs for a while and then said that my friend had sold his house and was shifting to England. 

There is a town house. Downstairs is a drawing-dining spacious lounge and a separate living room with a window that opens into a large, lush garden. The price is very reasonable. God willing, it will be arranged easily. There will be a respite for payment. The friend is in no hurry. The house looks as if Baba's imagination has been turned into reality. There is only a small problem. You can go and see for yourself. Fakhr stopped saying something. Noor Sahib's heart seemed to be fulfilled. He kissed his son on the forehead and hugged him. The next day the whole family went to see the house. Noor Sahib's dream was a reality. Everything was perfect. Separate room The rear window in the room. Peeking out of the window was the lush Paradise Garden. But the most unexpected thing was the cemetery attached to the garden. This adjacent cemetery was just an extra one that was never included in my dreams.

That was what Fakhr scored. Noor Sahib was shocked to see this scene, but he did not want to leave the lip balm just two hands away. Begum expressed fear in her hushed words but Noor Sahib had decided. Understand that a new world was waiting for Noor Sahib. Baba Qalandar says, "There is a vast world in what we call death. In that world also life is in motion with all its colors. Because we have made it a symbol of fear. This world, which is bright in the dark, is not revealed to us; but such incidents occur more often when the adolescents begin to realize the manifestations of the manifestations of darkness. "

This feeling was about to arise even inside Noor Sahib. Within a few days, they all made the necessary repairs and paints and moved to a new home. The next day after moving to a new house, he arranged for a Qur'an recitation. When Fakhr wanted to invite students from a nearby mosque to recite the Qur'an, he found out that there is only a mosque here and not a madrassa. The students were martyred by a bulldozer. Surprisingly, their graves also suddenly disappeared. 

The family decided that only family and friends would recite the Qur'an together. The time from Asr to Isha has been fixed. Shortly before the time of 'Asr, Noor Sahib was busy in his room in his preparations. Suddenly, his chubby little grandson Timur came into the room. He opened the back window of the room and sat down on a chair. As the window opened, the whole room smelled of roses and pearls. Noor Sahib looked at his beloved grandson with loving eyes but he was happy in another world. His chubby eyes were circling the whole room. Suddenly he said, "Grandpa, look at how happy the fat boy is to see me. Call him inside. 

He will be my friend. I will play with him. This girl is playing with my toys. " Noor Sahib looked across the window in surprise and looked around the room but saw nothing. They were just diving into the ocean of wonder when Timur blew up another blast. "Grandpa John, look at the old Qari Sahib and many little students coming to our house in white hats and white clothes with spears in their hands." Noor Sahib did not see anything but understood a lot. They understood that children are innocent and the veil of hijab does not stand between them and pure souls. Timur was lured away by love and forcibly sent inside to his grandmother. But he himself drowned in a deep thought. At the same time, it was time for Asr. Immediately after the prayers, he called Fakhr from an unknown thought and gave some necessary instructions which he listened to with full attention and politeness. Fakhr also ordered two more pots of qorma and biryani. Ask for incense sticks and burn them in the house. In a short while, the incense along with the incense and camphor and fresh rose petals began to smell in the house automatically. 

The house was buzzing with excitement, but the arrival of guests had not yet begun. Even in the world of imprisonment in August, a wonderful coolness began to be felt in the existence of C. Noor Sahib. While reciting the Qur'an, the power went out. I heard it. There was a slight sigh in the senate. The main door slowly opened. Dressed in white shiny robes and red imams, the elders of a very luminous form entered. A halo of light was circling around them. The electricity was gone, but suddenly the chandelier lit up the whole atmosphere, as if a high voltage of 440 volts had suddenly come. Noor Sahib was shocked to see this but he controlled himself. The elder started reciting the Qur'an in an Arabic tone. The accent was so sweet that the atmosphere became ecstatic. Time seemed to stand still. Hazrat prayed in a mournful tone. 

When there was a special prayer for the forgiveness of the martyrs, the room started resounding with light sobs. The elders suddenly got up and started walking. As soon as they got up, it felt as if there was a tremor in the air. Noor Sahib extended his hand for a helpless handshake. Hazrat smiled and shook hands. The depth of his eyes and the coolness of his hands made Noor Sahib feel his soul descending from his spine. Noor Sahib's eyes widened at the very moment of Juma Khan's presence there. There was a strange confusion in him which could not be ignored. After the Fajr prayers, when Noor Sahib went for a walk towards the graveyard, Juma Khan followed him with his feet. Juma Khan was an old Baloch Ghurkan who became a close friend of Noor Sahib in a few days. Juma Khan said softly that the elders who came to his house last evening were the same Qari Sahib who had run the madrassa twenty-five years ago and had been martyred. I started to feel a tingling sensation in Noor Sahib's spine. The verse of Surah Al-Imran in the Holy Qur'an began to shine in the back of my mind! "Do not think that those who were killed in the way of Allah are dead, but they are alive with their Lord and they have sustenance."

He had realized that the dream of a garden window had connected him to another world. Noor Sahib himself, Timur and Juma Khan were his companions in this pair. Then it became a daily routine. Small incidents became a part of his life. Every Thursday, a spiritual gathering was held in the house, the special thing of which was that when the power supply of the whole area was cut off, Noor Sahib's house would have become a beacon of light. 

It was only five months after moving to a new house that an incident took place which changed the life of Noor Sahib. It was a cold and dark night in December. Such cold nights seldom happen to the people of Karachi. Noor Sahib was sleeping in a quilt. The same thing happened that day. On the last afternoon of the night, Noor Sahib felt the heat in the room as if a fire was burning somewhere. He was drenched in sweat from the heat. He took off the quilt, got up and started running the fan. Lie down and keep asking for forgiveness. The window was as bright as a bonfire. The horrible sounds of sighs and groans were clearly heard. 

The bed was shaking. I was breathing out of fear that the call to prayer was heard from afar in the world of this fear. Suddenly the heat dissipated, and the weather was as cold as it should have been. Noor Sahib immediately recited the word Istighfar and sat up. His eyes fell on the window which was wide open. Even in cold weather, sweat came on his forehead. After performing Wudhu, he went to the Kachi Si Mosque in the graveyard for prayers. After the prayers, when he finished his dhikr and azkar, Juma Khan proceeded to greet him. Were trembling. While walking, he stopped at a fresh grave by the window of Noor Sahib's room. The fresh grave was cracked as if it had been shaken by a recent earthquake. "Haji Sahib, the deceased was brought by the people of the private hostel yesterday. He was suffering from a contagious disease. 

The family members flatly refused to attend the funeral. The staff of the hospital also escaped with their lives. The funeral did not take place. The crew driver was saying that this was the body of Raja Shahid. " Hearing the name of Raja Shahid, Noor Sahib was overwhelmed with deep thoughts of the past. The past, the present and the future are not separate, but are the names of different conditions which are imposed on man from time to time. Raja Shahid was a property tycoon. He was a childhood friend of Noor Sahib, but he turned out to be a malignant, cunning and benevolent forgetful person. He also took possession of all the property and business of the company. Occupying the property of widows and orphans was a favorite pastime of the Raja. Sighs, curses, sobs were all meaningless to him. The Raja's only recourse was to speak to the people to create the illusion of his fear of God. "I have to go to my grave too."

He would have said it was true, but he would not have believed the truth from the heart. Noor Sahib saw the result with his own eyes at night. Moisture floated in his eyes. He prayed Fateha together with Juma Khan and raised his hands for prayers. He attached a green twig to the grave. As they were leaving, they lightly went to the head of the grave and said, "I have forgiven you, may Allah forgive you." He thought that something like this might ease his torment. In Noor Sahib's mind, the words of the Holy Prophet (sws) were flashing: "The grave is one of the gardens of Paradise or one of the pits of Hell." The back window of Noor Sahib's room is now open all night. Because in the future, the mysteries and secrets of this world and countless other worlds were to be revealed to Noor Sahib through this window.