Time was passing
slowly now. It was almost still, pointless. Every gunshot, every scream pierced
through her heart. If it was 2 weeks ago, she would have chased him, run after
him- told him she wanted to help. But the news changed everything. She had to
be careful now, for the sake of the life growing inside her. Hadi was over the
moon when he found out. He would never shut up about it. If it’s a boy, what
would his cot look like? If it’s a girl, how would he choose the best guy for
her? Everything was planned. Their toys, the places they’d go, what kind of
games could they play. His eyes sparkled when he talked. The other day, he had
bought a purple little frock. When she asked him, he said, “Well, if it’s a
girl, imagine how pretty she would look in this.”
“And what if it’s a
boy?”
He had thought for
a second, then the dimple deepened in his cheek as he smiled mischievously and
said.
“Imagine how pretty
he would look in this?” they had a good laugh.
“So you want a
girl?”
“I want both.” She
had looked at him, he was stroking the frock. He wanted his first one to be a
girl. She knew that much.
“Get a hold of
yourself, sister.” It was Haleema, Najeeb’s wife. Nehal had been crying, she
didn’t even realize. Haleema was 5 months pregnant yet she was composed.
“It’s going to be
okay, child.” Sadia amma tried to calm her by telling her the childhood stories
of her children. All of them lost to the cause.
“How long shall we
wait for them?” asked Ashraf Kamal.
“As long as it
takes.” She found herself almost screaming.
Haleema shushed
her. “They will be coming back anytime soon.” Nehal wished she could have that
kind of optimism.
Moments dragged by,
yet there wasn’t any sign of them. The gunshots were sounding nearer and
nearer.
“We have to leave
now.”
“No.” she
protested.
“If we don’t now,
we are going to die.” Habib Ullah said.
“I said, no.” In
the moments of dim lit surroundings; she could see the restlessness growing on
Haleema’s face as well.
“Don’t be stupid
child.” Sadia amma said in her usual advisory tone.
“Think about the
baby.”
She looked in
horror at Haleema’s face. Her eyes shone, definitely tears. She reluctantly
stood up, without looking at Nehal, said:
“They are right.
It’s been long enough.”
They all heard the
footsteps approaching. For a moment, all of them were frozen in their steps.
Fear gripped over.
A wave of
excitement passed through Nehal. She let out a squeal and ran towards him. For
the next few moments, she kept crying, her face buried in his shirt. He was
softly caressing her hair.
“It’s okay, I am
here now. I am here.”
When she got a bit
hold of herself, it was then she realized he was alone.
It was time for
Haleema to break down. She felt sorry for her, after all that hope. Nehal felt
blessed for herself. When had life become so difficult? She imagined what peace
looks like. Whether or not will they be able to even experience it?
*
Nehal thought
Haleema would cry, she’d protest. But she did nothing like that. In fact, she
did absolutely nothing. She just grew quiet, unbearably quiet. Maybe she was in
shock. She had hope, and now- now she was just quiet. Maybe she had accepted
the fate. Her eyes staring into the dark, she walked with them. The silence
felt heavier and heavier. She was pitiable. It hurt Nehal just to look at her.
Gunshots in the background were far less horrifying than the prevailed silence
broken only by the heavy breaths and sighs of the walkers.
*
They had reached
the corner of a street when the noise came from behind. They had been spotted.
The panic rose in the air.
“I’ll hold them
back.” Hadi announced in the group.
“You guys take the
ladies out. The train is nearby.” Another bombshell dropped over her head and
this one was bound to explode.
“Hadi, no. please,
don’t. Please.” She clenched his wrist as strongly as she could.
“No, no, don’t.”
she begged him, tears rolling down her cheeks like a stream.
“I’ll come with
you.” Habib Ullah said.
“Me too.” It was
Ashraf Kamal.
“You can’t. Someone
has to stay with these women.” Hadi said softly, his words stabbing her in the
heart.
“Then it should be
you. You’re a young fellow. I have seen my fair share of life.”
They were closing
in and blind firing now. Habib Ullah and Hadi exchanged a look. They both knew
what it was about. Ashraf Kamal was a limp. If someone had to hold them back,
it had to be someone strong and powerful. Someone like Hadi, a youth.
The street had
lightened up. Someone had set fire in the next street and the flames were sky
high.
It was decided.
“Hadi, no.” Nehal
was still begging.
“I have to.”
“You can’t do this
to me.”
“I am doing this
for you. I love you.”
“No, you don’t.”
she was screaming.
“We have to go.”
Sadia Amma dragged her back.
“No.”
“It’s okay.”
“You’ll die.” She
cried.
“My legacy will
live.” He gently put his hand on her belly, his goodbye to the baby before the first hello. These
were the last words she had heard from him. In the dim light she saw that smile for the
last time, the dimple emerging in his cheek, the spark reaching his eyes- his
last smile.
Sadia amma had
dragged her, protesting, screaming. The distance between them grew more and
more and then, the street twisted. He was out of sight. The rest of the journey
was harmless. Even if something happened, she didn’t notice. She was
hysterical.
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