CHAPTER 1 : INTENTION
DUBAI, IN PRESENT TIME
It was a very nice dawn which felt even nicer after the fajr prayer accompanied by the cooing noises of Cuckoos, lightness of the morning breeze string ones cheeks...
But that tranquility was transient for him which is nothing but same as his typical morning... And so this harmony was broken by a call from a being he never get exhausted to think about...
Minister of Intelligence and Security (MOIS)... Syed Najeeb-ulllah Hashimi...
It was an Iranian contact number...
The man in his black hoody and joggers, who was enjoying his walk just a minute ago stopped at once , staring at the flashing screen in the slight morning sunlight...
Several drops of exhaustion fell from his forehead in the cold season and he stared at his mobile phone till the phone stopped ringing... When the phone again rang he smiled and quickly pick up the call...
" Assalamualaikum sir... Your man at your service ,sir ... "
"Walekum assalam... Officer ... Do you think I find it comfortable ? You speaking with me so formally..."
"Kya kre sir subah subah jock krne ka Mann kar rha tha lkn koi mil hi nahi rha tha to socha ab aapne hmse rabta kr hi liya h to kyu na aapko hi thoda hansaa diya jaye apne saath saath( What should I do sir... I felt like making jocks in the morning but I couldn't find anyone so I thought when you've actually contacted me so why not make you laugh with myself ...)" he responded , with a genuine grin, making his dark eyes clench from the corners... He was like this he laughs a lot and make others laugh as well just like he did at the moment...
Hashimi sahab chuckled and continued with a nonchalant tone," Bete jab tum mujhe yaha Iran me Nazar aaoge to tmko Tmhari joko ka jawab doonga main(Son, when I see you here in Iran then I'll give you the answes of your jokes)..." they chuckled a little just like a typical Iranian man... And the very next moment the conversation took its way to a grey path as they were conversing in Persian several people looked at him but swayed him away as he ran by the trees ridden beneath the grounds of Al-Safa park...
"The mission i told you about the general of the Indian Army... (COAS) Vipin Kumar ..." Hashimi paused and took a deep sigh.
The rank of General in the Indian Army is the highest active four-star rank and is held by the Chief of the Army Staff (COAS), the professional head of the Indian Army. The General is responsible for military operations, strategy, administration, personnel management, and advising the Ministry of Defence on Army matters. The tenure is three years or until the age of 62, whichever comes earlier. The insignia consists of the National Emblem above a crossed sword and baton. The rank symbolizes leadership, discipline, honor, and dedicated service to the nation. Historically, it is one of the most prestigious military positions in India and is also linked with honorary military traditions with neighbouring countries.
"Yes sir... I'm monitoring your comand... You may continue..." He was serious...
" This is an order from the Supreme Leader... That man has been under our observation for a while now... And it seems like he has initiated his actions... He can become the biggest reason for the upcoming war between Iran and Israel... Palestine is already under the capture and slavery of Israel and the protests in Turkey, Pakistan and the other countries are growing larger ... In addition to this we can't take the risk to let America step in btween...We've already taken action to minimise the loss of ummah but this corrupted officer of Indian Army is a huge impediment... He's preparing for a war between Iran and Israel... Which may have a consequence of initiation of a massive war between India and Pakistan... Which may have a role in an extensive loss of ummah... We should not take risk at this moment losing more and more from our ummah... You understand?" Hashimi fell in silence after completing his words.
The man pulled out his mask from the back of his ears and turned down the hood of his hoody... At this time the slight morning sunlight has sharpened into a brighter tone and the fairness of his face was exposed... He was a man in his early 30s... Tall and build up physique...Dark hooded eyes, fair skin with slightly visible acne on the cheeks, a straight nose , sqare jaw line with slight beard same shade of brown as his hairs which are well trimmed but going down to his forehead over his brows... He was handsome... Just like his father...
" Sir I'm taking this mission... But the man who's living in India with my identity has been there only for 4 years and for this mission i need the Indian citizenship first and then... Then ...man I'm not going to make this fake marriage tantrum again ... Find another way..." He said calmly but sighed at the last few words.
"Beta ... This is your duty and there's no Nos... Understood?...you require at least 8-10 months for spying on the general and also needed to live as a typical working man with a family of his own so that you won't get caught... After that you may leave the woman..." He said with a tone which they both know as sympathy...
Now the atmosphere has changed a little tense.The tall man groaned with a slow voice," But sr... You know and I know and we all know that women are fragile we can't break them like this... I can't ... I just can't this time... And ... And... Nothing..." Hashimi felt a great grief and realised what he said earlier and responded," Yes ... I know my son I know everything but we need to break one flower for saving the whole garden ... You know this better than me... You know what as far as I know you you're going to make for it and I know and we all know that Allah is Gafoor-ur-raheem... May he forgive you and me and everyone dead and alive..."
"Ameen".
"Your name reflects your actions beta... Allah is Aalimul ghaib he knows what's intentional and what's not and he knows what's behind the intention and what's not... You fear Allah and I fear Him we all fear the lord of the worlds... And these worlds are not just this planet or other planet... You taught me yourself that these worlds are far beyond our thinking... So when your lord is capable of making these world why won't he forgive the intention of his creation..." The mentioning of the most Great make him feel satisfied and he felt the peace his qalb(heart) was agonizing for.
" Yes sir... I agree... This is important i understand... may Allah forgive me, you and everyone..."
Ameen both said and with some more details for the mission they hung up the call.
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5 SAAL KABAL, LUCKNOW ,INDIA
(5 YEARS EARLIER )
It was a typical evening for every one but not for her ... It was a day of grand celebration...
A tall girl with a slender physique was standing near the balcony railing around which were rolled down the climbing branches of moneyplant and on the ground beneath the railing were pots with different flowers...roses, pansy,hibiscus and many more... She was standing with her one elbow resting on the railing while the other hand was busy with a phone call. Her face wasn't very clear in the hour of sunset and her head was decently covered with her scarf... Down in the backyard were several pots shining with the departing sunlight and in the middle of the ground were settled table and chairs on which were visible her parents and and her father's older brother and his wife and one more person... A young man in his late 20s. His height is far more than average and a typical Indian man look he carried which was ofcourse attractive for any typical Indian woman so for the girl who was staring him right now...
As their eyes met for the first time in the evening, she shyly turned towards the sliding door of her room ... The smile hasn't vanished yet from her rose fair face which was now visible...she was a beautiful young girl of 19 . Honey brown doe eyes, long lashes , heart lips with a natural rose hue a straight nose and something in that face sybolises honour and amiable disposition... She was indeed beautiful....
"Haan yaar woh mere taraf hi abhi dekh rhe the ... Nahi ham kaise unse nazrein milaye ham ja rhe hai room me ... Kya...Haan... As usual handsome aur kya...(Yeah babe he was looking right at me just now... No hw can I make eye contact with him ...I'm going inside the room... What? Yeah... As usual handsome or what ...)" She said to her friend , her eyes sparkling... They conversed for a while and then she disconnected the call and she fell straight on the soft matress of her bed , smiling like a crazy teenager... thinking about the most ridiculous thighs...
Use Allah ki woh makhlook beintehan pasand thi... Woh is par jaan deti thi... Na jane wo use kab se chahti thi aur use ye naummeedi bhi na thi kay woh use pasand na kre... Woh janti thi kay woh khoobsurat hai... Use woh kaise naa pasand karta... Amal Asif ne bachpan se kisi ko chaha hai to wo sirf of sirf Saed Yousuf hi hai... Iske bare baap ka larka... Woh khoobsurat tha... Lekin Amal ki aankho me bhi haya thi ... Woh use yoon chupkar dekha na karti thi Haan lekin... kabhi kabhi yeh gunah ho jata tha usse ... Woh kabhi use tang na kiya karta tha abhi tak to nahi ... Amal ne bachpan se sun rakha tha ki iske bare papa aur bari ammi Saed ki shadi Amal se hi karna chahte hai lekin muaamla shayad kuch aisa tha kay Saed mia is mouzu se lilm thein... Pehle to kabhi Amal ne Saed ko uske taraf itna ya uss tarha ruju'u hote naa dekha tha jitna woh us din se dekh rhi hai jab akhir sabke samne bare papa aur bari ammi ne uska haath apne bete ke liye maang liya tha... Ab woh kuch badal sa gya tha ... Shayad yahi pta lagane me usne der kardi nahi to aane wale waqt me jo hona tha to shayad woh na hota...
( That creation of Allah was immensely dear to her… She would have given her life for him… No one knew for how long she had loved him, and she never even imagined that he might not like her back… She knew she was beautiful… how could he possibly not like her?
If Amal Asif had ever loved anyone since childhood, it was one and only Saed Yousuf… the son of her elder father (uncle)… He was handsome… But there was modesty in Amal’s eyes too… she would never secretly stare at him like that. Yes, sometimes this sin happened unintentionally…
He had never teased or troubled her — at least not until now… Amal had heard since childhood that her elder father and elder mother wanted Saed to marry Amal, but perhaps the matter was such that Saed himself knew nothing about it…
Before this, Amal had never seen Saed pay her as much attention, or turn toward her in that way, as she had been noticing ever since the day when, in front of everyone, her elder father and elder mother asked for her hand for their son…
Now something about him had changed… Perhaps she was too late in understanding it, otherwise what was destined to happen in the coming time…it might never have happened.)
She happened to make wudu as she realised it was time for Maghrib salah so she went near the washroom door which was located at the corner of the third wall painted with powder blue tint of her room and went inside she later came back after 10 minutes or so nearly half wet. It was a moderate sized beautiful room which she used to share with her older sister, however ever since she's been married the day when they sleep under the same roof come occasionally... In the middle left half of the room was a moderate sized bed , big enough for two women to sleep comfortably with bed side drawer at either side and identical bed side lamp similar to a tree... The roof was painted with white while a mesh of multicolour fairy lights were giving it it's beauty... On the wall against which the bed was situated were hanging some Arabic calligraphy wall arts and other paintings of different kinds... On the wall facing the balcony was a glass sliding door while on the opposite side was the door which finds its way out of the room... That room was a beautiful mix of powder pink and powder blue with many decorative items... Like near the extreme right corner of the left half of the room, perpendicular to the wall corner of glass sliding door was placed a full length leaning mirror while on the extreme left corner of the left half of the room were wall ridden wardrobes ... The right half of the room was invaded with two consecutive chair and desk, identical in appearance... However only one of the pair is of use now the other was no longer captivated... But Amal often sit on her sister's desk missing her... Ayla was a fair women in her late 20s and married to her fuppi's son (aunty's son) 3 years prior, now a mother of a 1 year old boy Ruan Kahlid... Khalid Junaid ,her husband explores his experience in the field of real estate , they are well off, and the family of her fuppi includes 2 more older brothers in law and an older sister in law ... Everyone is married and Ayla was the youngest member among her in laws excluding her child...
