Haji was ready for his destination. He wore the best Kurta Pajama he had...the one he wore in his wedding. Putting on his Mojidi and praying one last time for success in his mission he walked out of the house.
The first glimpse of the gentle sun could be seen from the mountains.
But also in full view was Kulsum, standing beneath the Mango tree with a small red Potli.
“Here keep this” Kulsum said, “It has some rotis and achaar. Eat it only when you are very hungry. Don’t give it to someone on the way. Take Ali with you if you can. Also…”
Haji interrupted her “Kulsum. Kuch nahi hoga. Don’t worry. I will be back. Inshallah. Soon.
He kissed her forehead and walked away to his dream.
She went back in the hut and lied down besides her children who were not aware that their father was off to a place he did not know how to go.
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HAJI sahab to hero hain yaar
bina kuch soche samjhe nikal pade manzil e maqsood ki jaanib
apne saath allah ka bharosa kaafi samjha
jo hakeekat me kaafi hai
aur yakeenan woh apni manzil par pohchenge
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