Mejnun

" I comprehend good sir, yet alterations are unfeasible at this juncture. Kindly grasp our predicament." I glance to my right, observing the flight attendant engaged in a dispute with the man desiring a seat change post-takeoff.I exhale wearily and shift my gaze out the window, contemplating the mysteries that lie ahead. The weight of responsibilities, an unending burden across time, serves as a constant reminder of my purpose and obligations. With a deep breath, I close my eyes.

I was seated in my seat lost in my thoughts when all of a sudden, a commotion began to ensue on the aircraft. I was utterly perplexed, trying to discern the cause of the disturbance, and I observed everyone rising from their seats, prompting me to do the same. It was then that I witnessed two individuals engaged in a dispute with a lady, yet my heart plummeted at the sight of them flashing their gun. Panic swiftly spread throughout the cabin, with passengers clamoring and creating a tumult. They proceeded to move from seat to seat, seizing people's valuables and treasures. Right before my eyes, they forcibly took a gentleman's phone at gunpoint.

Subsequently, I beheld a man approaching them from the rear. His countenance, sight was covered  by a substantial cloth enveloping his face. I realized that I will be the next target in the line when they moved towards me. They aimed the firearm towards me and then they said

"Hand over that item promptly, or else we will enact upon you consequences you won't like." They aimed the firearm directly at my head and ordered it.

I panicked and responded,

"No, I request you, do not take that. It was a gift from my grandmother. You may take anything else, but not this. Please," I pleaded earnestly. However, they started shouting and raided their voices and demanded that I remove the ring. Tears began to fill my eyes as I felt imprisoned and powerless. Just as I was on the verge of yielding, that individual I saw before, approached from behind them, holding a dagger to his throat. He held the dagger to his throat with force and told them to leave the weapons. And then he glanced in my direction, and in that moment, the breath I had been holding escaped my lungs. His eyes, those blue eyes, captivated me. It was as though they possessed a magnetic force that drew me in. His gaze held me captive, igniting a fiery turmoil within me, causing a fierce battle between my thoughts and emotions, resulting in utter chaos in myself. I regained my composure when he tightened the dagger around his neck. Despite his obscured face, his voice resonated strongly and clearly.

He ordered to them

"You shall restore all possessions to their rightful owners, or else you will see what you don't want to happen to you " he uttered, tightening his grip on the dagger, so much that it grazed his throat, staining it with blood. He cried out and made a commotion to free himself. His accomplice retreated. The enigmatic figure disarmed him, dismantled the thief, and compelled the return of all belongings.

He turned his gaze towards me, his eyes emanating a distinct gleam, a fiery light that illuminated even the darkest recesses. His deep blue eyes were as dark as the most intense and forceful ocean wave. He gestured towards me, to which I responded in a daze. Then, he turned and departed, wiping the dagger clean with a cloth. He settled near the thieves until our landing.

As we disembarked safely from the aircraft, the urgency to depart from the plane was palpable among the passengers. Stepping off the plane, I caught sight of the man alighting alongside the intruders. His presence seemed to exert a magnetic pull on me, drawing me towards his fiery demeanor and actions. Despite my adherence to rules and structured processes, I typically navigate life through methodical means, avoiding the mingling of emotions with plans. Yet, an inexplicable force seems to be tugging at me. I had always embraced tranquility and perfection, but now I find myself inexplicably drawn to the unexpected.

I glide a hand through my hair and sigh deeply. As I look forward.

I have dedicated a lifetime to concealing my true essence and identity, striving to evade underestimation due to possessing certain innate abilities that are akin to a burden rather than a blessing.

I am Mihirmah Cavidan, brought into the world during the sacred month of Ramadan. On a chilling night, my sobs stifled, my breath out of sync with my spirit. I am Mihirmah, christened after the moon, yet my soul is ablaze with flames. I am Mihirmah, torn between heaven and hell. The flawless, renowned, and protective Mihirmah.

Observing the birds soar above me fills me with admiration and reverence, yearning to soar alongside them, liberated. Despite this, I cling to hope for freedom, to exist as I desire. The hour will arrive. It is inevitable. It shall come. It must come.

I see Farhad dayi waving at me.

"Welcome dukhtar! Mihirmah jo, how are you? Did you arrive well?" He asks me as he approaches me.

"I am fine. How are you? How is everyone at home?" I ask him as we move towards the car.

"Everyone is healthy and well. Come on, everyone is waiting for you at home. Everyone missed you." I smile at him. At the person who have been a father figure to me through out my life.

We settle into the car, and I gaze upon the transformation that has swept through Iraq. The sight of people now beaming more openly on the thoroughfares warms my heart. Daughters strolling side by side with their fathers, not trailing behind, boldly uttering their names into the air, creating an atmosphere of ease. The ambiance feels lighter, rejuvenating, and notably less stressful.

As our car halts in front of the grand estate, I step out and dash towards my grandmother, who stands beside my father.

"Buji!! How are you?? I have missed you so much" I whine as I hug her very tightly.

"I know how much you have missed me that's why you didn't even visited me once in five years" I whine even more at her and she laughs at it, kissing me on the cheek.

I move at my father and greet him.

"Did you arrive well, dukhtar? He asks me, surrounding one of his arm around me as he moves inside the house.

I greet and meet everyone inside. Answer their each and every questions and queries and then excuse myself and move to my room.

As I enter my room, I notice everything is similar . Nothing has changed, everything remains in its place. The scent of the room hit me with a wave of nostalgia. The bedroom in the middle of the room with the white nightstands beside it and the decoration around balcony. Everything remains same.

I open wide the grand doors leading to the balcony and step gracefully onto its expanse. The enchanting vista before me captivates my senses. The splendid array of flowers in the garden, the melodious chirping of birds, and the lush greenery of the trees and grass combine to enhance the splendor of the scene, mesmerizing us with their magnificence.

As I walk in to my room again , I recline upon the bed, pondering my next course of action in this moment. Here, now that I am to ascend the throne. I shift to the other side, close my eyes, and once more, those distinct eyes graciously visit me within my thoughts. Arousing my pulsating heart, hastening the flow of blood within it, and persistently reverberating its presence. Signifying that a set of eyes has ensnared a fragment of my consciousness. Amidst those eyes and my weariness, I fail to perceive the moment when slumber envelops me.

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