If the prayer of a believer is asked sincerely for the believer behind his back, then the Lord never returns disappointed. I leaned against the wall and straightened my legs and I don't know when I was praying from the bottom of my heart.
At eleven o'clock in the morning my eyes were opened ... someone was reciting the Bible in a very beautiful voice ... such a sweet voice, such a beautiful recitation ... Love in tone It was a very calm atmosphere. The phone rang ... Wajahat Hamdani ?? But why ??
Yes sir
Azan Sahib, where are you? Agha Jani does not have your number. He called me and said ... Are you at homeAzan Sahib, where are you? Agha Jani does not have your number. He called me and said ... Are you at home
No no i'm in the mosque i was asleep i'm sorry
Does not matter ...
Go they are waiting for you ...
Oh, maybe I'm discharging Zebi ...
GG I go to the hospital mosque I am ... Call disconnected ...
He is a strange man
I left for the ward, Agha Jani was waiting for me ... Azan Mian, did you sleep well ??
Sorry Agha Jani ...
Oh no son..we realize..this is your high capacity and the best training that you have given us without any meaning to help us and caused trouble with us..he raised his hand on my head Then I remembered my mother very much. I had wet eyes
Kissed the back of his hand ...
Be happy ... make a lot of progress, may Allah reward you ... you should understand that there is a mother in Karachi too ... don't lose heart Who we are What a kind and kind smile ... Mothers are the same. Agha Jani realized that I am missing my mother.
If this job is not a race for employment, I will not try to stay in Karachi for one more day, but the job is a compulsion, otherwise the children, even if they become parents themselves, never want to leave the soft embrace of the mother.The doctor had prepared Zeba's discharge sheet. She was still unconscious. I felt very sorry for her condition. The lifeless delicate body was entangled in the torture of the stretcher. May Allah have mercy on him.
The next moment, the attack on the volunteer came to mind and he thanked them for their torture.
Zeba in the ambulance and Agha Jani in my car.
Zeba in the ambulance and Agha Jani in my car. When we reached Hamdani House, the volunteers put the half-dead girl in the same rotten room ... and Agha Jani chained her other leg ...
Locked..
Today was Sunday, I didn't want to go to the factory, so I went home with permission from Agha Jani. I was very tired. I wanted to sleep after lunch but now if I fall asleep, the night will pass and I would be terrified of waking up alone. Then I thought I would talk to my mother. Was missing a lot
The grace of Mulla ... you tell .. How are you? What's the matter son
Nothing mom My voice started getting heavier.
Adhan, my children, tell me what is the matter. Look, don't bother me like this ...
Amy, nothing ... I am just missing you. I am applying for a holiday in the factory. I am going home. It's been a long time ...
I know Amy smiles ...
Yeah Al that sounds pretty crap to me, Looks like BT aint for me either.
Amy, nothing ... I am just missing you. I am applying for a holiday in the factory. I am going home. It's been a long time ...
I know Amy smiles ...
Yeah Al that sounds pretty crap to me, Looks like BT aint for me either.
Amy ... I'll come and see. Whats up ...
After talking to my mother for a long time, my heart became light ...
Sunday is the only day that can be talked about.
When I reached the factory on Monday morning, most of the people inquired about the well-being of my relative and prayed for his recovery. I kept smiling from the bottom of my heart ...
Work was doubled from two days off ... I never took a vacation, there was no such thing here, no relatives, no friends, no celebrations. Except what happened, so everyone felt my absence ...
Like today, I was at Hamdani House at 6 o'clock today and maybe now I was used to this stench when I was feeling less. Agha Jani was still in the hall. She greeted him and said goodbye and asked about Zeba.
What can i say son How are you If you have brought it home, the bandage may also be unconscious. But how to give medicine?
That was something to consider.Add medicine to Agha Jani Zeba's food.
Do you think she will eat?
They live only on milk. Sometimes if I add boiled water to the milk, the cup turns upside down.
Then what to do Medicine is essential for gastric infection. It has been given by drip in the hospital. But drip is not possible at home. No treatment can be given without peace of mind.
Leave them thinking that I came up with permission to teach children. It had already been two days and the exams were on.
I have one hundred and one things to ask and know ... The biggest curiosity is about Zeba's marriage. Will the marriage take place in a state of unconsciousness ?? But she was fine ... So what is all this now ??