Someone slammed his hands on the closed door.
She asked her maid to go check who it was. Soon the maid came back in a hurry and told her there was a large crowd asking for her husband to be sent outside.
She went to the door herself and called out loud, “What do you want?”
The man standing on the other side barked, “Send your husband out!”
“He will not come out. I’ve made him swear not to fight.”
“If he doesn’t come out, we’ll set fire to the house.”
“Set fire to the house? Don’t you know who lives in this house?”
“We don’t care.”
“Don’t you know whose children live in this house?”
“We don’t care whose children! Send your husband out or we’ll set fire to it!”
“My husband will not come outside!”
There was some noise as the men gathered wood outside the door and set fire to it. The door started to burn. Then the man kicked the door on to her.
Not letting his foot get off, he pressed the burning door on to her until she was trapped between it and the wall directly behind it. She cried out loud as her ribs fractured from the impact.
She called out to her maid, “Come quick, the child in my womb has been killed!”
She fell to the floor and the door fell on top of her. Her two sons and two daughters rushed to help her. The sons tried to lift the burning door off her while the daughters tried to pull her out from under.
Meanwhile, the six men outside had rushed into the house with a large crowd behind them, brandishing naked swords and canes, and surrounded her husband. She got up and rushed to her husband and grabbed him by the waist. The swords and canes that had gone up in the air to be brought down on her husband, landed on her. She fell to the ground while the men flung a rope around her husband’s neck and dragged him outside.
Slowly she got up, came out into the courtyard, uncovered her head, looked up at the sky and started cursing the attackers.
Her husband quickly motioned to his friend to stop her. The friend rushed towards the house, bent at the doorstep, kissed it and called out, “My Lady! Your husband calls for you to stop otherwise there won’t be anyone left to take your father’s name after today!”
She paused, then covered her head again. She succumbed to her wounds three months later, at the age of almost 18 years.
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O’ Father! After your death, so much grief was made to befall me that had it befallen a day, it would’ve turned into a dark night…
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Woah! .. Someone finally decided to write a new post !!
Namonay!
jhoot pey jhoot aur uspey seenaa zoree
I didn’t know the story fabricators now write blogs too ….
Huda –
a – Nasl-e-Haraam, saabit kar ke jhoot hai.
Ala La’nat ullahay Qaum Az Zalimeen !!
Ilahi Ameen!
WOW, you’re back to being SAWJ!
LOL!
mera asar (A)
No actually.
* Right click on SAWJ, click on Properties, check “Hide”, click Apply *
Itna fuzool time nhi haii !
Kis cheez ke liye?
In response to whatever you said earlier
Akhrot!
Somebody finally wrote something! I will read it asap (:
Btw, i got to know something about you =p
LOL, I’m assuming happily that it’s not a good ’something’. Kya pata chala meray baray mein?
I got to know that you are a ‘tharki’ when I didn’t even know what it is but now I do
ROFLMAO!
Kis ne kaha?
Kisi ne apne blog per ‘openly likha’. LOL! No details available
Chilghozay !!
Komal – UB?
Huda – Kishmish!
Kaaajuuu !!
:$
Khubani!
Pistay !
Mong phali!
Aur nahi yaad aa rahay
!!
oh wait ..
KHAJOOOOOOOOOOOOR !!
Khajoor ki guthli!
*face palms*
Kyun peechay paray ho ?
Is this like a dry-fruit naming contest?
Huda – Main peechhe para hoon?
Qurrat – Ask Khajoor ki Guthli.
Jee aap peechay paray hain
aur main khajoor ki guthli kab se ?
Jab se main khajuur.
Aur mera blog hai, jawab to main doonga!
Tsk tsk. tsk tsk tsk.
I don’t get youuuuuuuuuuuuu ..
uffffff …
because of you .. qurrat started calling me ‘khajoor ki guthliii’
rasgulllaayyy :@
array wah kia bindas post maara hai
on a serious note.
Thank you for the read
prunes and figs are left
(just playing peeves)
Ali can you please post a link or sth? i want to read this complete with background…
AD – Thanks, and welcome!
Pinky – Err…I wouldn’t advise it.
oye, pitny ka itna shoq hai toh mjhy bol…esy hi teri khuwahish poori kardunga…!! khwam kha esi posts kyun likh raha hai???
btw, i do remmbr sb saying ‘no religious posts now onwads!’ almost a month back!
and, yes, havent read the post yet.. esy hi dekh liya. idea mil gaya k yu’v prepared the samaan for your perfect pitaayi!!
will read soon.
Main chooriyan pehan ke nahin baitha yahan pe.
And I just felt like writing this after I came back from a majlis. Had an urge to write after a long, long time!
Okay, update already!
Yaar mood nahin hai.
Lazy bum!