Then the time went on and on. I saw her after sometime, I found her nervous. I asked her she was nervous, turned tear-eyed and couldn’t utter a single word. Everything was moving like a film in my mind.
The Chaudhari Sahib’s family was very pious and well groomed. All the children were educated and enjoyed a great deal of respect. They used to meet everyone in our area but they had respect for us and I felt like being in my parents’ house in their company. We talked a lot and promise to meet again soon.
Chaudhri’s wife was having arthritis but still she would come to our house quite often. My husband was also a diabetic patient and it was quite difficult to leave him alone every day. So we chatted on phone as well. I called her Aunty and she also had good affection for all of us. The time was going nicely. She had already wedded one son and her daughter was acquiring the religious education. The other daughter was quite young. Her elder daughter was so nice and pretty and she was like a distinction for the home. All of them were quite serious but Mahjabeen was quite witty and humorous.
One day we learned that Mahjabeen was getting married soon to a Government servant. She was quite pretty and especially her voice was so melodious. They were a well to do family and she was married like a princess.
Then the time had its own place. After sometime I met her and found her little nervous when I asked her about her life, she turned sobbing and her lips were shaking. She had sister in law who had been divorced and she ruined her life too. The undesirable circumstances and family situations turned her psychic patient and she was suffering from acute inferiority complex. She looked like a chronic T.B. patient in 3-4 years. The hope drives us all. The parents decided to marry their younger son. The situation improved a bit and soon there were marriage preparation. The guy had to marry his cousin. Soon the couple got good news of a baby but the son fall ill soon got liver cancer. Their father put all his resources to stake to get his son recover from illness. Every one prayed for him but he could not be saved. The mother could not tolerate this unbearable grief and she departed too. There was a gap of just 19 days between the death of son and mother. The house full of joy and happiness was drowned into a great grief of two simultaneous deaths. Chaudhri Sahib couldn’t survive longer than 8 months and he also died. The daughter who had been married had to bear all these shocks and she was having so many physical and psychological ailments and she too died 19 days after the father. The whole city was sobbing; every eye was wet in their grief. Was it a result of a magic, aftermath or the evil eye or just a trial of the Godly people? It is six years since then but still I can’t forget it. The grandson is still alive with his mother and she has devoted herself for his upbringing. Mahjabeen had also some children who will turn youthful soon. The will of Allah is final. We have no way, but to bow before them and we have a faith that we belong to Him only and we have to return to Him.
