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It was ten o'clock in the morning. I would have done my job by then, as usual. The children would go to school and Mian Sahib would go to his office. After saying goodbye to her husband and children, she would have breakfast herself, set up her bed and sheets, and set up her daughter and children's room at ten o'clock. This time is a little rest. She listens to the news on TV and also chats with a friend. But my head has been aching since this morning. I was not in the mood to listen to the news. Due to the growing pain in my head, I lay down on the sofa. The phone rang. On the other hand, my dearest friend was great. She said that her husband's posting took place in Klar Kahar cantonment.
She was amazed at the posting at such a small station. When I heard the name of Wadi Klar Kahar, it felt as if my headache was gone in an instant. A wave of happiness and peace began to run through my whole body. My heart rejoiced at the words of the two of them. After talking to Azmi for a while, I hung up the phone and lay down on the couch and said to myself, "Extreme tension, sadness and loneliness. Why do they surround me? Call me again and again." ۔ "Not a week goes by comfortably and there is a constant tingling in the head. The mood stays bad all day." "Our beautiful and happy childhood and past, why on our current life?" Influence is given. In the form of childhood, the beautiful life spent in the home of the parents, in which love, love and affection are all found.
Why does it change and why does everything look so good now? " I began to feel the lack of my fathers and their existence in my life. Then I was immediately satisfied with an idea. "I will be called Klar again. I will see all those places again. Where Abu Ji was, where there were peacocks, where there was a lake." Thinking about all this, I was happy and as soon as possible I started waiting for the shift of Azmi's color. This is about the days when Abu Batur was SHO and not Klar Kahar. We all lived with my mother in Rawalpindi. Due to schooling we could not stay at every station with Abu. So he was living permanently in Rawalpindi. Abbas was very happy with the new posting. According to him, the area is very beautiful and green. Here is the lake. There are gardens, very lovely peacocks and partridges. (Abu called the whole family to him for a few days).
After traveling one and a half or two hours from Rawalpindi, when we left the main road and came to a small road called Klar Kahar, we were greeted by a very large and beautiful blue lake in front of us. That first view of the lake was so beautiful that my siblings and I started shouting that the car should be stopped immediately so that we can stop here and see the whole scene and the lake in a beautiful way. To be able to I still remember that the lake was in a perfect circle and in the same circle the streak was formed on its shores. It was as if a big circle could be made around the whole lake by a streak. The lake was filled to the brim with water, and on the shores were streaks as well as greenery, moss and small trees. I was very happy to see this beautiful scene. At Amy G's request, we soon got back in the car. After traveling along the lake for a while, the car turned onto another road with high mountains ahead. Although it was a small green valley with beautiful mountains on three sides. As we walked, the car began to climb a small hill. Then we entered a four-door house with a "There was no color saying" sign outside.
Dad was standing in front of us waiting for us. All of us siblings quickly got out of the car and clung to Abu Ji. He loved everyone very much. "Wow, Abu Ji, you live in such a beautiful place." We had already eaten Klar Kahar's famous loot. But today, it was more fun to break the locket with your own hands. Have lunch with Abu Ji today after many days or bring some goodies today which was now. (I don't know if it was the effect of the beauty of Wadi Klar Kahar or the joy of meeting Abu Ji after so many days). Everything was looking very good. Everything looked good and beautiful. In the evening he went to the famous court with Tawabu. Amy Abu Ji went inside to recite the Fatiha at the shrine.
We, brothers and sisters, began to love Ardgar. I saw that this shrine
is located on a high hill. There were small walls around the shrine so that no
one could fall down the mountain by mistake. The view of the valley from the
top of the hill was very beautiful. The whole valley was green. Filled with
flowers and fruits. As I walked, I came to the back yard of the shrine and saw
a small spring flowing a little below the wall. I immediately called my
brothers and sisters and we started descending the mountain happily. Eagerly
they went to the springs and put their hands in the water. The water was clear,
cold and sweet. All the children drank the water with joy. When Abu Ji came to
Bahar after Fa Taha Khoni, he also came down to the spring looking for us. When
Amy also came, she started telling Amy G that all the people who come here with
prayers take this blessing. Come on
They were big blue peacocks. When they heard the sound of the trumpets and the noise, they became frightened and ran further down into the valley. Abu did not allow us to follow him and took my hand and started climbing back up. Now the darkness of night was falling. So Abu Ji told everyone to get in the car. None of us wanted to go back, but we had to get in the car. After dinner Amy G said that we are going back today because you have to go to school tomorrow. None of us siblings were ready to go back. When Abu Ji said that I am also going to Rawalpindi with all of you so that you do not have any difficulty in traveling at night. After going with Tawabu Ji, we all agreed to go back. Abu Ji is no more in this world, but there are thousands of such people associated with his existence. These words make their sense of deprivation in life even more intense. "May Allah forgive my father and grant him high ranks in Paradise." (Amen and Amen) She came back from the world of thoughts and turned on the TV to entertain her sad heart.
Many days had passed. Azmi Klar Kahar had shifted. Today, after many days, her phone rang. He also praised this beautiful place and invited Klar to come. I was already waiting. I immediately accepted his invitation and started waiting for the evening so that Mian could come home from the office. Let me prepare them to go to Klar. Azmi's husband had returned from Major to Colonel. Congratulations were due. He was also a very good friend of Mian Sahib. So everyone was happy to go. Prepared and planned for the next weekend. I was very happy and excited about this trip. Today, after thirty years, I was going to my grandmother again, where the blue lake is. There were peacocks, there was a white court, with Abu Ji Yards were the beauty of time. Today I was going to refresh all these or two. I was wondering how much I enjoyed this place thirty years ago with my father, mother and siblings. Today my children are going with their mother, Abu. Today I will tell my children all the things of my childhood and show them all the memories. I rested my head on the back of the seat and closed my eyes.
The whole journey of childhood was before my eyes and I was back to my childhood. The car kept moving, the distances kept getting shorter and the destination was reached. But I was sleeping unawares. When I got off the highway and the car started turning, Tomian's voice woke me up. "Begum, get up, where is your color?" A few minutes later, when the car came to the blue lake road, I was shocked. The lake that is now in its original shape is no longer the lake it was thirty years ago. The lake was full of water and there was no healing. The water of the lake was much lower than before, but it was gathered on one side and looked like a big and dirty pond. Plant trees on the shores of the lake and the moss had accumulated to such an extent that it hid behind the entire lake visible from the street. The trees were very large and overgrown and looked like a dense forest. There was no beauty in their eyes. I was looking for the old lake. Today I did not stop the car nor did I get out of the car and stand on the side of the road and look at the lake.
The vehicle now turned onto the second lane where there was no frontier or color limit. There was a small hill on the way to Nee and nothing was visible from Thae's building. The dust of time, new buildings and dense trees hid everything. Maybe everything was in place, but I couldn't recognize it. I did not find the way or the building where my beloved Abu Ji used to live. I was deeply saddened by the loss of my father and my heart sank. The old roads and streets had changed. I did not understand which road the White Court was on. The car now began to climb the mountains. After traveling 8 to 10 minutes, we entered the Kent range. My heart was full of sadness. The car had now entered Azmi's house. Her family was out to greet her. Everyone was warmly welcomed. The children and the adults were all very happy to meet each other. Didn't eat, wandered around the park, looked around the little cant and talked a lot.
I didn't know while talking, time passed very well. Now the night was over, the table host and all the guests They were tired so they went to bed early. When I lay down on the bed, the events of the day began to unfold before my eyes. I was sleep deprived. After waking up for a while, she finally fell asleep. But as the night wore on, so did the yards. Contrary to this habit, the eye was opened very early in the morning, perhaps even before the time of prayer. My heart began to pound in this closed room and in the dark. In this bedroom, a door opened on every terrace. I got up and went to the terrace and stood up. Outside, the morning light was fading. Street lights were also on. This is the room where I was standing on every terrace There was a guest house on the top of a hill. Kent's residential area was among the open meadows below the mountain. And from the balcony, the whole of Kent could be seen. I watched everything Kent saw for a long time, but I didn't like anything. On the contrary, the thought came to my mind that "here the whole of Kent is in captivity of these high mountains." My heart started pounding and I immediately reached out and turned on the gallery light.
The light illuminated both the terrace and the room. Mian Sahib had also got up when the lights were on. When I saw him standing in the terrace, I was shocked and asked the reason for waking up. I complained about the restlessness of the night and entered the bathroom for ablution. After Fajr prayers, we both stood on the terrace. I was still sad, silent and anxious. I didn't like anything. I said to my husband, "We'll be back today. But this morning, right after breakfast." Mian listened to me in amazement and said, "But you were very interested in meeting your friend, seeing Klar Kahar and you wanted to stay for two days." I said, "Yes, but not now, my heart is here." I'm very nervous. " Talking to Azmi and Khawar Bhai last evening, he found out that the partridges and quails here are now extinct.
The blue peacocks of the new generation are also extinct. I was saddened to hear of the genocide of these wild animals and beasts. I came here to refresh the beauty of my past but now there was nothing here. Everything was hidden in the dust of time or it was over. Now I was going back empty handed. There were tears in my eyes. On the way back after breakfast, I was completely silent. My daughter saw tears in my eyes as she passed by the dry and sweltering lake. She was very surprised and said "Ma Ma! Why are you crying". "Nothing, son. Maybe your grandfather came to see Abu, but he didn't." The daughter did not understand the mother's answer. She looked at her mother's face in surprise. Tears welled up in my eyes, and to hide them I turned my face to the window and looked out.
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