On The Same Path

Author's POV

It was lightly raining outside. Fatima sat on the couch beside the large window of her room, leaning her head against it. She was dressed in casual clothes, with a cup of coffee beside her and a diary and pen in her hands. Her face was expressionless and blank, lost in a world of deep thoughts from which she never seemed to escape.

Then, she opened her diary, where she expressed her feelings through poetry and quotes.

Quote~

"I wish for you to be with me, but my heart knows,

That again there's just me & this rain of sorrow,"

She closed her diary, and just then, a teardrop fell onto the page.

Fatima's POV

I entered my room, locked the door, and started throwing things in anger. I couldn't believe what I had just found out! Suddenly, I heard Mama saying, "Honey, please open the door!" in a worried voice.

I heard her and yelled, "Leave me alone in my room! Shouldn't you worry about hiding your other secrets?! Which I don't know yet?! I found out those divorce papers today in the locker. I found the key in your cupboard. I was suspicious.If he never wanted to marry you,why,just why he did!?He was like our family,He was like my father.I was happier that he would be more closer after marrying you because you both fell in love but Baba just divorced you.like was he playing with your feelings?I also saw that he said that he would never return and you didn't even tell me, righ?You!..kept all these secrets from me!"

"Honey, I'll tell you everything! Not even a single thing will be kept secret from you, I promise! Just let me in," Mama said in a worried and scared voice.

I opened the door but didn't even look at my mother or say a word. My mother hugged me, and at that moment, my tears started flowing down from my eyes, which had already welled up. I felt a little relieved and asked my mother, "So, why didn't you tell me earlier? Why did you create a good image of him? Hmm?" My voice was breaking, and I was shaking with shock.

"How could I? I was also in the dark about his fake personality. I never thought he would divorce me just because I'm sick! I didn't know he would turn out to be a beast and destroy my family," she said in a sad and tense voice.Right after finishing her sentence, she broke down in tears.

"Mama, I'm sorry to react like that, but how else could I have reacted? To hearing this about my a person to whom I always called my father? Whom I loved so much.

I started crying too. Suddenly, I heard the doorbell ring.

"Should I check?" I asked Mama, but she went herself to open the door.

She wiped her tears and asked, "Who's there?" Then a reply came, "Me, my dear." She immediately opened the door. The exact moment she heard his voice, she was shocked.

"Ahmed..." she said in a confused yet angry voice. "Yes, my dear, your beloved husband." he said with a smirk. She pointed her index finger at him and grabbed his shirt in anger, shouting, "What are you doing here, Ahmad?! Leave right now! Don't you dare to call yourself my husband! Understand?!"

"So, how about your boss, miss?" he smirked.I never was your husband Shazia anyway...I'm just here to meet Fatima," he said in a confidential voice, then looked at me. I was standing at a distance from the door, behind my mother. I rolled my eyes at his stare.

"You were never someone closer to us...You helped us just to mold a good image of yours...You should know your place. It was your decision to cutt off me and my daughter," she replied.

He stayed quiet while his facial expressions were showing signs of anger and disappointment.Then I heard him say"Call Fatima here...I am not his blood related father but I am better than a fake blood related mother.I can't believe you made such a story."

I watched the drama unfold, and my blood started boiling at my stepfather's responses. I wanted him to leave, but he stood frozen at the doorstep, trying to act like he owned everything.

"I'll see you soon, Maham. Everything will be crystal clear. Just wait, lady. I'll let every truth be exposed to Fatima, whom I have always loved as my daughter...and I'm sure I would always stay her best uncle to whom she calls her "Baba"" he said in an angry yet confidential voice. His body language was difficult to understand; whether he was faking his confidence or actually confident.

"What kind of truth do you know, huh? That you're a beast in the mask of a kind man? She's never going to believe your false words! You're not more than a stranger now to her and me." my mother said with the same level of confidence as him.

"The truth that will show you what justice is, witch! What do you think you are? A loving mother, huh? It would be disrespectful to even a monster if I called you that! Whatever it may be, but it isn't a traitor like you, anyway! You're acting quite well, by the way," he replied.

"You shut up and leave right now!" my mother said, getting super angry.

"First, call Fatima here!"he said.

I couldn't hold myself back anymore

from all this anger because of his stubbornness and behavior. I came to him and said, "What's the matter, Mr.? Han? Didn't you hear what Mama said? Hm, okay, you may want to hear it from your Fatima beta, right? Leave this house right now!" I shouted.

"Fatima, let me talk to you," he asked in a gentle voice.

"You've said enough already, Mr. And from now on, don't come here to meet me, because you're not getting any chance. I'm not your daughter,not even by love,you were my kind Ahmad uncle and knowing this,I still never looked at you less than a father but ofcource,this kind of love, wasn't the one in your eyes for me" I said in an emotional tone.

"Fatima it was the one...maybe more..I may never was like your real father and can never took his place and I would love for you to keep that place for him,But,for me even addressing me as "Baba" was enough.you didn't have your real father so I decided to extend my kindness to a point that Atleast this Ahmad uncle could make you a little more loved.You're too young right now, but I hope soon you'll find out. This cruel lady has created such a bad image of me in your heart. She told you lies in a way that they look like truths to you," he replied with a confident and disappointed look.

"Sure, Mr," I replied with a smirk.

"Now leave this place... Mr." I emphasized the last word, my tone laced with disdain. He was taken aback, his eyes wide with shock, and he stuttered, "Wait, listen to me! Your..." I abruptly cut off his words and slammed the door shut, but then I heard him complete his sentence, his voice muffled by the door.

"Your... real father! Save him!"

I was shocked by his words, but I dismissed them as absurd.I returned to the living room, where I found my mother sitting on the couch,her head in her hands, her expression tense and worried.While I was heading towards the room, I glanced out the window to confirm if he had indeed left. The street was empty, and I felt a sense of relief wash over me.It was already getting dark and I said to myself...

"The night has come,

The day has set,

My life has become,

The day that set,

Where's the joy left in the night,

Except for darkness and no light,

The sadness has come,

The joy is dead,

The smile has become,

The day that set,

Where's the hope left in the sight,

Except for darkness and no light,

The night has come,

The day has set,

My love has become,

The day that set,"

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"You have changed so much that you have started feeling unfamiliar to me"

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(Scene changed)

Author's POV

At a park:

A boy walking on the pathway with his hands in his pockets.He was holding a sketchbook and was wearing a small bag.He was completely lost in himself...Unaware of his surroundings...Suddenly he stopped and sat down on the grass beside a tree...

He carefully removed his bag, extracting a pen, and began to paint the breathtaking scenery of the sunset sky.While he was painting he became lost in thought.The gentle rustling of leaves and the soft whispers of the wind seemed to harmonize with the strokes of his pen.

As the sky transformed into a deeper shade of indigo, Hassan paused, his gaze drifting upwards.

He murmured to himself looking at the sky,

"The colours on the canvas of the sky melted away into the blackness of night before they could be filled in my life."

He looked back at the incomplete sketch, Suddenly, a faint voice pierced the air

– "Hassan!" –

and he instinctively glanced around, his eyes scanning the pathway. A fleeting glimpse of a little girl running away from him flashed before his eyes, only to vanish into thin air.

A mixture of pain and nostalgia washed over him as he realized it was his imagination playing tricks on him.A faint, pained smile appeared on his face as he whispered,

"I love you..."

He made a silent prayer in his heart,his eyes filled up with tiny tears:

"Ya Allah... The Greatest, The Most Merciful... Fulfill my beloved dua, Ya Rab.Ya Allah give me strength and Bring happiness into my life...and Bring her into my life. I hope that You have destined our paths to converge, for You know how much my heart longs for her. Ya Allah, fulfill this cherished dua. Ya Allah, please unite our ways and let us rediscover the happiness that has left us alone for so long...Let us relive every memory we made...On The Same Path, once again."

After the dua he felt peace and hope...His mindset changed positively.He looked at his canvas once again and this time his emotions were opposite.He smiled gently radiating hope and positivity.He completed the painting.It was night now.He added the moon and the painting looked beautiful.He said.

"The night has spread over the bright day in my life,but,I see the beauty in it too.If it's dark but still it have the moon,the stars,why not look at them.The dark also isn't spoiling anything rather enhancing the moon and the stars.I know that day would come again and it would look brighter because it would come after the night but till that I can't wait so that I waste a moment,I could paint and live."

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