MY "ONLY" EVERYTHING

By Rabbia tariq

Why are you standing here? Waiting for someone? But its been hoursnow...you are getting varicose veins.hey...Stop! Where are yougoing?I'M HERE...!but the lady (Preesa)just went away ignoring allthose words , but whose voice was that when no one was around?Was she a PSYCHIC? Walking barefeet, with a PIECE OF PAPERand a knife in her hands, staggering through the road to her home,she heard shrieks of a girl"No! PLEASE! For God sake let mego...Let go of my hand!",the lady rubbed her eyes and glanced atthe vague image;a girl was being tugged by some men into thecar,serendipitous she, Musa and his friends were passing by.Theyknocked those men down .Preesa was neither blue nor timid.Itwas like her sensory receptors just failed to get a stimulus andtrigger a response.In that realm of nothingness, some droplets ofblood provoked her consciousness,she panicked.Her voice gotreverberatingly resonant, snivelling"I'll kill you, not this time youwould run away" ,and she crashed on the floor.Musa carried herhome where her husband,Khizar,embraced her in his arms, lay heron the bed, switched off the light ,and took away another knifefrom under her pillow."GOOD MORNING honey",it was the beautiful voice of Miraal,thenew wife of Khizar.Khizar kissed her forehead,went downstairs, to avery dark room where Preesa was asleep.He violently shook hershoulder and gestured, which she understood andnodded,"coming!".She hastened to the kitchen and made some

breakfast.While doing household work she got her elbow sprained andbleeded.But this time she didn't shatter into pieces at the site of bloodrather dabbed her body and murmurred.."Sshhh, mama is here na! no tears"Suddenly, a voice thunderd."Preesa? O Preesa where are you? Comedown! Help our luggage in the car".After aiding the new couple withluggage, she closed the gate and rushed to the kitchen.She got everysingle knife on the table.What was she doing?What was she planningfor? A MURDER? Or a SUICIDE?...She mudled up some ingredients and there came out a nicely madecake with a coat of chocolate saying"HAPPY BIRTHDAY AYYAN"She grabbed the cake,her bag and started her footsteps.She entered aSCILENT LAND.All the homes so damn small,all alike...with nowindows, no doors...!Even then she could recognize THE ONE,a four sided stump, sleepingunder a giant tree that was shading its twigs over its arid base.Sitting beside that she gently moved her palm over that quiet veneer.Preesalooked up at the sky;still eyes saying so much,sealed lips asking somuch,and then the ice broke..."When I was a child I felt like an orphan.When I got married I felt like a widow.But when I became a mother,no void remained inside.Those hazel eyes quenched my longingthirst.But I could not hug him back.Those sighs, still alive ,O Lord!""Please hide me somewhere mama...They have locked the door,where to go now? Ashar's eyes arebleeding.aaahh! My leg! That man has jerked me to theright.No...!please dont kill him...!MUBEEEEEEEEEN...run ...underthe table.Amm aa amm ammma I NEED YOU.I have put my tie in my

mouth so that I dont shriek.I'm lying on the floor, pretending I'm deadwith my teacher.This noise is getting on my nerves.The flesh stickingon the walls is dripping blood all over myface.NO...STOP!PLEASE!....Trrrrrrrrr!!In this battle of mind and heart, Preesa got so numb.She rested herhead on the side of that stump,her lips hardly moved..,"OhDECEMBER 16th...I forgive you his blood...my son, mama has nocourage to live now"...Her eyes were closing, her voice just faded.Sky accompanied her withlittle blue drops.Words on that PAPER got tongue,singing andmerging with the beat in the air...all tuned in a fine symphony...

"My sanity, stir to my vagueness..

My intoxication,tune to my randomness..

For all the times I hurt you..

That time ,wish I undo ...

Erase it,on every single moment write...

YOU, MY ONLY "EVERYTHING" O SIGHT...

Ayyan Khizar.!!