Sitting on the bench, next to the sea. I began to smell roses as I stared at the waves intently, and as I turned around, I saw him standing behind me with a rose in his hand. Oh my goodness! I gasped, jerked awake, heavy breathing, and eventually realized it had all been a dream. Haya, are you all right? Laila inquired. Yes, I'm fine; it was just a nightmare. Let's get some sleep because we have to get up early to see the sunrise. Sure thing, honey, goodnight. I said it politely, and we both fell asleep.
In two hours, the alarm went off. We woke up, got freshen up, and went to the beach. While Laila was freshening up, I knocked on the washroom door and told her I'd be leaving soon. I went to the beach and sat by the water's edge. It was a little dark because the sunrise was only about 30 minutes away. The wind picked up a little faster than usual, and it untied my hair. I quickly tried to tie my hair and heard a gentle deep voice say, "please let them be open," which shocked me as I turned around and saw the enchanting guy (ghost) standing there with a rose in his hand, just as I had seen in my dream.
I was rattled and ecstatic simultaneously and was about to scream when he gently placed his hand on my mouth and asked me to keep calm. I stared deeply into his eyes, those beautiful innocent eyes and intense scent making me cry with affection and disbelief. Is that you? I mumbled. In a gentle tone, he said, "Precisely." I'll come back soon; take care of yourself. I gripped his hand tightly and begged him not to leave. He smiled, said, "I'll come back," and then vanished. I desperately searched for him here and there. At least, tell me your name. I sobbed. I'll come again Haya, a deep voice echoed from far.
Meanwhile, Laila came running up to me and asked, "Who are you talking to?" She said this while exhaling heavily. Nobody! I'm not talking to anyone, I muddled. Haya, look at yourself, you're shivering! Are you even all right? I'm fine, though I'm a little cold. I held myself together and whispered. I didn't tell her that I had just met him. I was delighted but couldn't put it into words.
Let's not miss the sunrise, she urged. We sat quietly, looking out at the sea and listening to the waves. This time I was even more disoriented. Within my heart, I begged God for guidance. I wished to see him once more. His innocent gesture left an indelible impact on my heart. I felt vulnerable and depressed.
Are you planning to stay here indefinitely? Atif stated. We immediately stood up. I apologized to Atif. He laughed and said, "I'm kidding." Laila rolled her eyes, not amused by the joke. Make sure to pack your belongings because we'll be returning soon and eating breakfast on the way. Surely, we'll just go and pack our belongings.
We finally returned home, and I thanked everyone for taking the time and making the effort to make me feel better. Despite the fact that I felt extremely anxious and more attached to him after our first meeting. I was eager to see and speak with him again. I was disoriented and appeared to be drugged by his love. Nevertheless, I strived to regain control of myself.
My mother greeted me as soon as I arrived home. She ran up to me, kissed my head, and hugged me, her eyes welling up with tears. Are you all right, mother? I inquired, intrigued. I'm fine, honey; it was just a bad dream. What was the point of it? Tell me, please. I inquired. Nothing, honey, leave it. All I wanted was for you to return home safely. Rest up and let me know what you'd like to eat for dinner. Anything, mother, I said as I took off my headscarf.
What exactly is that in your hair? What is it, Mom? Mother picked a rose petal from my hair and sniffed it. Breathing deeply, she exclaimed, "Oh, the lovely scent of rose." Where were the roses on the beach? She inquired, fascinated, because roses are uncommon in this area. Yes, Laila picked one of those, mother. And I remained silent, despite the fact that I knew where the rose came from. Mother stated, "I adore the scent of roses." I love it as well, perhaps a little too much now, I conceded. Mother gave me a squint. And, perplexed, blinked her eyes.
Please tell me about your dream mother; I'm curious. I'm desperate to find out. I saw you drowning in the sea and someone with supernatural abilities saved you. Oh my goodness! Who was he? I muttered. I'm not sure, honey; perhaps I didn't notice anyone. Oh, darling, I was worried about you, cried the mother. Oh, mother, look at me, I'm fine right here in front of you. I wrapped my arms around her. Tell me about your trip. Do you feel any better now? She inquired. Yes, mother, I thoroughly enjoyed it.
I'm going to need some rest right now. Sure, honey, take a nap for a while. I'll get you up for dinner. I kissed my mother goodbye and went to my room.
I stood in front of the dressing table and gazed at myself constantly. While untying my hair I smiled and whispered, "He likes my hair." I'd like to see you again. I had no idea that loving someone could be so pure and heartbreaking at the same time.
Haya whimpers, "I think I'll be able to remember everything gradually." Haya coughed, "I'm not sure how this memory faded out." Have a glass of water, Haya; your throat appears to be dry from talking. Imam advised that if you try to remember everything, you might be able to get there as well.
I remember the woman (ghost) who came to meet me. She's his sister, and her name is Zirah. She might have a message for me. I know she's harmless, and I recall how much she cared for me. She's the same woman I saw on my way to Khyber Fort. And she has a strange obsession with her brother. Moreover, she would come on her brother's behalf to deliver a message only when he was unable to meet me. I'm interested to find out now. And why couldn't he come? The Imam inquired, mystified. I can't recall anything right now because I'm trying to concentrate. I hope he's okay.
Don't worry, Haya, we'll find out about it. You must explain everything in detail so that I can find a solution. What happened after that? Did he run into you again? Did he cause you any harm? Has he revealed his true self to you? Take a deep breath, take a break, and I'll see you tomorrow. Don't freak out or be afraid of anything. Make sure to keep this conversation private and recite the verses I gave you before going to bed, because no one would ever harm you, my child.
Thank you so much for all of your help and concern, dear Imam. I'm feeling better, and I'm doing everything I can to reverse the situation. That's fantastic, and may God bless you, says Imam.
The Imam summons her parents to the drawing room. The mother enters and embraces her daughter. Are you all right? Yes, she's perfectly fine, said Imam. I've become quite better mother. Thank you so much, Imam; we will be eternally grateful for your help. Don't bring it up; she's like my own daughter. She is delicate and powerful all at the same time. By God's grace, nothing can harm her. Make sure to return tomorrow, Imam said. We will, without a doubt, said Ali.