My name is qasim. My life was prosperous and wonderful. I had a relationship with my cousin Ayesha. It was done by our will and choice but my mother was not happy with this relationship but was silent because of my stubbornness. Ayesha's family is ours. I used to live next to the house, I used to meet Ayesha every day and we used to talk a lot. My mother was a virtuous woman. People used to come to pray to him. My elder sister's marriage was there. But my father was the opposite, he was quick to anger. My elder sister's wedding was there. There were many guests in the house. Mother said to my uncle's son that the light in the downstairs room is bad. He should go and see why it is not working. Asim went into the room. His name is Asim. After a while Mother said to Ayesha, take out the bed from the downstairs room and bring it. Many guests have come. Asim was already in the room and was fixing the light. Ayesha came in and saw Asim and asked what are you doing here. Aunty said. Suddenly someone closed the gate from outside. Ayesha and Asim did not understand what had happened. There was a noise in the house. After some time, when someone opened the door, the whole family was standing in front of it. Earlier, Ayesha used to ask something from someone, my mother said that I had doubts about her from earlier, she is a stray, a miscreant, these two were in this room and what they were doing, you people saw all this. Ayesha was crying and telling everyone her truth. My father got very angry and he took Aisha by her hair and brought her out and beat her badly. She fell at his feet and kept crying and saying, "Don't kill me. Don't kill me. But my father had no mercy." Asim run away from the house for his life. There was a mourning atmosphere in the house. Ayesha went to her house. I went to meet her. As soon as she saw me, she cursed me. Ayesha said that your mother has falsely accused me. I am poor, I have not done anything, I was sent to the room by your mother. I got angry with Aisha, I said to her that you are accusing a righteous woman, you have any witness to prove that you are true. When you are speaking, he said. My God is my witness. How should I ask God? It's okay, Aisha, if the decision is to be made on God, then you will have to put your hand on the Holy Quran and say that you have not done anything. I gathered the whole family and brought the Holy Qur'an in front of everyone and told Aisha to put her hands on it and say that you have done nothing. Then he came to his mother. Placing his hand on the Holy Quran, my mother said to Aisha in the room. I did not send her, she went there of her own free will. Ayesha was looking at my mother with tearful eyes. Then I came to Ayesha with the Holy Quran, she said I will not touch the Holy Quran. I said to Ayesha in front of everyone at that time, you are a liar, you are a liar, you are a bad person, I have no relationship with you after today, you are a bad character girl. After saying this, I left there, everyone left Ayesha. He did not talk to her, her mother and sister also started hating him. My father spoke to his younger brother, Ayesha's father, on the phone and explained everything in detail. He was in UK at that time. Do what you think is right. My father married Ayesha to a man who was already married and father of a child. I was upset and moved to USA. When I called home to give this news, I found out that my sister has divorced and my mother is not well. After a few days, my father called and told me that qasim, come here, I have to talk to you. Your mother is crying because of missing you. When I came to Pakistan, I saw that mother's condition is very bad. Father told me that your mother is incurable now. She has cancer. She is a guest for a few days. My mother took my hand in her hand and started crying. Forgive me, son, forgive me. I hugged my mother and said, "What are you asking for forgiveness for?" Son, she is innocent. She is pure. She was true. Aisha is innocent. Son, she did nothing. I asked her to bring things from the room. I had taken a false oath with my hand on the Holy Quran. God has punished me. Look, your sister has come home. I am about to die. But look, until I apologize to Aisha, my God will not take me to Him. I removed my hand and said to my father, father. You heard father said that she is telling the truth, he was jealous of Aisha and in this jealousy she went so far that she reached her grave. At that time I hated my mother, but now what was to happen happened, the past could not come back.
I got the address of Ayesha's house from
my father. When I reached there, I was surprised to see this person who was Ayesha's husband. This bastard had divorced Ayesha and left the house. I kept looking for her, but she was not found. Mother's condition was getting worse. She was missing Ayesha. Finally, Ayesha was found. When I went there, I was sad to see that the girl belonging to a rich family was working in houses. One room. was the house in which she was staying. Ayesha asked to come inside the house. When she went inside, a girl was sleeping. Ayesha said this is my daughter. Her name is Zara. She was silent all the time. I said tell me something. Humiliate me, say something. Aisha said, "No complaints, nothing to say, nothing to listen to. Whatever is the will of my God is my will." I said, "You will not ease my pain. Mother's condition is very bad. Please come home once." She agreed and said that she will come tomorrow. He said, "Forgive me." Ayesha said, "I have forgiven, my God has forgiven me." The mother said, "You cursed me, that's why this happened to me." Ayesha said, "Don't come to pray. God doesn't listen to me. I am disobedient to God." Ayesha left after a while. A few days later my mother passed away, I went to USA, I was not married to my own wife, I divorced her and came to Pakistan with my son. My son became young and I grew up. One day in the morning I was sitting at the breakfast table reading the newspaper when the servant came to the gate and came and told me that a girl has come and called you. And a beautiful girl was standing before her. Before I asked her something, she gave me a letter. It was from Aisha. She wrote this letter. You will get it after I leave this world. This is my daughter Zara. I hand her over to you. It is too much to ask to keep her as my daughter, just pray for me, Aisha. I held that letter and
cried a lot, I wish it had not all happened.
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