Colliding to the beach, the hobby horsical ager of
the Arabian sea calming the moment like polite morning breeze that cheering up
the whole ambiance with its vivacious melody and glorying their lord to whom
upon every Muslim must have their firm belief sightlessly. Sun ray decussate
the early morning breeze and firstly where it rests is her blonde hair to which
the sun is covering its golden rays with the golden quilt transforming her
blonde in to auburn as Amy Adam’s hairs do look like. Her eyes were like a sump
of water that is dark and deep, deep and dull, dull like her heart nowadays.
She is full of beauty, charm and aestheticize like lord had created her in
leisure.

 

She along with her friends had gathered at beach
view hut which is owned by her uncle. It was their night hawking more than a
night out. They all were in a full party mood dancing, singing, drinking,
airing in the whole beach. That was the reunion of the college mates after
their bachelors. They were partying as she got admission in SABANCI UNIVERSITY
(sabanji). She had to catch flight in the end of January as two weeks were
remained to start and to set new goals in the new world of concourse, never
stopping mob, having completely different mind, different life, different
culture, where everyone want to reach high and lit the sky, the incomplete
crossword of life and the life of Parizaad.

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 She woke up
while others were sleeping, she stood and went towards balcony, kept her knees
on the coping and felt the wind, letting her soul to live once again, to feel
the amaze, the pleasure that she always whenever she come to this place. After
ventilating her soul she moved towards bed, pulled the side table drawer’s nob
took the candle out and ignited through the lighter. Despite of not belonging
to the priest family she routine herself of praying five times like no one in
her house do.

Parizaad is the only daughter of her parents. Her
father AdelChichgar, Chichgar was their surname as related to her forefathers
profession. Chichgar means one’s who make wooden toys. Adel Chichgar was an
engineer by profession and work in a private firm. He married to his cousin
JahanrayPateL and that patel which was afterwards replaced by Chichgar. Their
marriage was totally an arranged one by Adel’s mother GulrukhChichgar and they
all were happy with her decision. Gulrukh was the widow of NavrozChichgar and
the mother of two sons Adel and Baman promoting the saying “two are too”. Baman
and his wife Zarin have two kids, dilawer their twenty eight years old son and
Meher probably two years younger than him. Meher is their married daughter
having twin kids Farhad and Farrokh around three and a half years old. Most
prominently Baman is Parizaad’suncle and in short her father in-law to be.

She belonged to the typical Zoroastrians family, the
followers of Prophet Zarathustra and the believers of one god.

The
Persians “Parsis”

Delawer is her fiancé and they got engaged two years
back during her start of bachelor in art. They both gets engaged to fulfill
their parents wish of much stronger bonding between two brothers from before.
Delawer was a handsome guy who did his MBA and started his business and
successfully running it. They never showed much interest in their relation not
by either side,both of them live next door. Inside her house to the person she
was most attached to was her paternal grandmother whom she called dado. Outside
of her house with whom she use to spent most of her time was her school friend,
that buddy who was along with her from the very first day of school to the last
day of their bachelors. She was Horain, HorainIqbal. They both had applied for
the scholarship but unfortunately Horain did not get that, Parizaad was
eligible to the criteria provided by the European University Scholarship Agency
(EUSA).

Next day after the party she was in her room,
sitting in front of the open Avesta, turning the pages trying to read as many
verses as she can but she was unable to read, the word upon which kept her eyes
on got bleared. Suddenly she losses her endurance and started crying like she
went past in her infancy. She had never thought of what had happened at that
time. Her best friend to whom she loves a lot and was one of the awful thing
for her to think about their sever friendship. She was not mentally prepared to
bear that incident, but she has to make herself strong enough to face such
hardships. Life is full of calamity and adversity. I feel so bad for her when I
think about what she don’t know that still there will be probations waiting for
her ahead because life is all about retrials.

The thing that was disturbing her wereHorain’s
thoughts. On their last day of bachelors Horain asked her that if she was a
Muslim and she is asking her to atleasttry and read the holy quran once. She
felt like someone stabbed her heart and dragged her soul out of her body in a
single command. She did not believe that her closest friend had said her. The
days before her departure, she belong to her room and didn’t talk much with
anyone not even she can share her feelings with, like most of the people with
the stabbed heart do. Finally the day arrived when she was about to enter in a
completely exotic world. Yes she was going to Turkey. Jahanray helped her in
packing, Meher use to stay with her all the time. She helped her in shopping,
googled some exciting and must visit places in Turkey. And Delawer, the
completely feeling less person came late to goodbye her with his dilutedly
smile like his thoughts at that time when they were in a car porch and Adel was
keeping her bags and all the stuffs she is carrying along in the car’s trunk.
Adel dropped her inside the airport and after a heart melting good bye with
some drops of tears in the eyes on both sides between father and daughter she
moved towards the security department.

She landed in Istanbul. When she came out of the
airport there was a car sent by the university with a Turkish lady guide
holding a board of her name. They first took her to Abu Ayub Ansari Jami. As
whoever visits Turkey that’s the first place to begin the journey. Istanbul was
much colder than what she had checked out from Google weather. Istanbul is a
mesmerizing city with its unforgettable architectural guilloche. This city
exist in two continents Asia and Europe and to fill this gap the Bosporus
bridge was built over the lush blue foamy sea of Marmara whosefluctiferous
waves hitting every corner of it, connecting Asians with Europeans. Sabanci was
40 kilometers away from the main city center of Istanbul .The girl whom she was
thinking as she’s a guide but was a student in Sabanci and she volunteered
herself helping international students to explore Sabanci and Istanbul. She was
Aisha Noor. She took her along to the dorm where she will be living along with
other students. The dorm was located behind Sabanci and in front of affected
lake. They were L-shaped buildings. Her room was cleaned and simply decorated
and cleaned with proper non crease bed sheets. The class will begin from
tomorrow as Aisha said her before going, so now she can have rest and get ready
by morning she will be there to take her along, she said and went out of the
room.

University was full of competitive students roaming
everywhere. She passed her starting days by taking classes and went out
exploring Istanbul by the gorsel the university bus that drops at the Taksim
square. Taksim square is center of the city and a point to different routes. It
is a garden with a center statue of Mustafa Kamal Ataturk. Walking with the
people in Istaklalstreet, this street took around two hours to come to an end
with numerous peoples, the fast moving mob.

One day she met someone that point was about to
change her life and it did, she has to select one path, one single walkway, a
walkway to Allah, a path to the new destination, to the pure world of purest
leader. He was a boy around the age of twenty four with a single fisted
beardand was dressed like a molvi. He was Ihtesham,Ihtesham was from Lahore,
Pakistan and came here for his masters in social sciences. They both became friends
and had moved ahead of this relation, they both were in love with each other,
the love that Parizaad felt whenever she heard him praising Islam, talked about
prophet’s life and hadith. Once she proposed him and convinced her that she
will enter islam as she had already started learning and practicing it. She
uses to spend most of her time in blue mosque. There she met a lady AnsharaGul,
she was alima and a well-known Islamic scholar. Parizaad became Muslim in her
hand. After some days when she went to Ihtesham’s dorm to tell him that she
finally moved to Islam and had removed the quilt of darkness upon from her.
When she reached to his room she heard something and that was coming from the
other side of a door, she unlatched the door, slightly opened it, he was there
drinking alcohol accompanied his friends, razzing her. She felt like she gets
paralyzed while standing there. The ground swept from under her feet, the thing
gripped in a daddle and on second instant that faded no one can better
understand this thing than parizaad. Looking for if ground implodes and she
gets swamped in, gets numbed if someone took the lives out of her leg. Not able
to move, stunt and still with her wept eyes, tear down like a pearl in a white
shell deep inside the ocean. Somehow she reached to her dorm, kept her bag
aside and sat near the window, in snowy evening, may be the last snow of this
season where the dark sky from the up above throwing ice and down behind the
window where she was crying, her head on her kneecap and trying to disclosed
her pain. Her second stage of grief. She had to pass it and she’ll. This is
life and it teach a person how to handle it through different obstacles that
glittered one, easy to think and hard to face like she was doing.

Next day, instead of university she went to Anshara
and opens herself, her heart full of sorrow in front of her as she was the one
Allah had sent for her what she always think. She cheered her, Parizaad always
realize that she never met anyone like her, she was full of kindness with a
glowed heart and a shimmer of politeness always shines in her attitude. She
always thinks about how a person can be so calm like she was even had asked her
tooAnshara replied her: “no one can be perfect as God and no one is as calm and
polite as our prophet were. I too had passed through the tough times not a
single time but multiples in my life but then I realized that these ups and
downs are not in the person’s hand but Allah, he knew better for his creature.
Have you ever read his names! he’s got all the names that evident his mercies
and beneficence except for two “AL-QAHAR and AL- JABBAR” just two names as of
punisher out of his ninety-nine. He loves his humans seventy times more than a
mother do to her child than how can be he cruel to his creation”. Her every day
riddles were getting solved through Anshara. She’s trying to forget everything,
want her all thoughts to be vanished, erase her past, the time she had spent
with him, his face, confabulation, talks and even his name. She want to end up
with everything thing that reminds her of him, she want to poisoned her all
thoughts related to him and burry that inside out from her heart to that place where
there is no water that can ever grew the plant of him in her.

Whenever she saw him coming to her she change her
path or start walking so fast that no one can easily guess that whether she is
walking than that walk became a jogged, after getting ignored and avoided for
the many times he also moved ahead and never ever tried to pursue her again.
She was regularly going to her university and after that visit Anshara every
day, she was learning to recite Quran. Anshara told her one day that,” many
mothers whenever visit here with their children’s they ask me to pray that
their children will become like me, Hafiz Quran and Alim. I always say them
that before making them Alim or Hafiz, first you have to make them a good human
being, virtuous, respectable, obedient because most alims and mullas are
characterless but good persons are good alim and hafiz, so you first raise them
to build in them a good character. This is the first and the most prior
responsibility of a mother towards her child.”

On her way back to residency, she was waiting for
the gorsal. Sitting on a bench of a green gardened Taksim Square reading the
book “BikhrayMoti” (in Urdu) which was given by Anshara as that will help her
in knowing Islam. A tall and a handsome guy, Adonis, well-dressed came and sat
on the bench next to her eye, staring her and when she saw him he started
looking here and there. His appearance made him to be judged as an English man
with Turkish gesture and the green catchy eyes. The gorsal beeped, she stood
and went towards it, and she sat on a seat and looked out of the glass window
as he was gazing on the bench on which she was sitting a while before.

Next day on the stairs of the main Sabanci building
when she was in a way back to her room after taking the final lecture as the
exam season was near, she met him the one she saw last night. The prince of the
Princes Island (beukada). His shiny brown hairs were lying on his forehead. After
some negotiation, a bit of chit chats and some formalities she came to know
that he is a student here and lives in Istanbul (the old city). Second time
they met in Cappadocia. After exams, Aisha Noor had planned of the whole Turkey
tour and Cappadocia was their first destination. She was standing and Aisha was
in the line waiting for her turn to grab tickets of hot air balloon. She was
standing on a side watching the sky full of huge balloons like an evergreen
fireworks lightning up the sky. He saw and came to her. They met after a month
because of the busiest schedule when no one in Sabanci had time to scratch
their head. Crowd of tourist moving here and there but they were still because
they both have to move together when everyone get stunt. David George was a MBA
student, she surprised when he expresses for the first time that he likes her
and when he finally decided to tell her what he feels for her, the feeling that
only a true lover can express but can be expressed by his eyes because
sometimes eyes can say that things which a mouth cannot. She can read her eyes.
She can see that path to his heart, a wishing well eye that wished her name.

She was in her hotel room; she woke up and stepped
towards wash sink, opened the tap and went for wudu

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