When he passed by, he reported. "Well, she came." There's a sweetheart.
Very well! But when did I tell you to tell the whole story, when did I want him to remember me? " She was very happy to hear Jameel Bhai. He had ruined all the fun of meeting them and touching them.
Boa, get the food ready quickly, eat and drink and go out, let's take care of something." Jamil Bhai was getting very funny. "Are you in such a hurry to get out?" It started. Jameel bhai made it dark and blinded my eyes.
After eating, Jameel bhai went out and Alia came upstairs to her room. The blood had changed. It was getting very hot today. Her whole body was burning. She could not rest. All her two sons had changed their clothes on the bed.
She was tired of thinking about herself. When Alia came down to drink tea, Jamil Bhai was sitting on his iron curry, probably waiting for tea. "Alia Bibi!" He shouted softly. "Yeah!" She stopped moving. "It simply came to our notice then. What a wonderful way to screw people over. "Is .
Distances erase a lot. He took a deep breath. "All right, Jamil Bhaya," she replied, looking down and hurried to the porch. Aman had not yet left the room and was busy making arrangements.
The crane wind blew the tea and put it on the tripod, then it was time for the big uncle. Sherwani opened the button and entered the house.
Alia was making tea in.
The cups when everyone left and stood up in panic. "Peace be upon you." Jamil Bhaiya stood up and said. The elder uncle looked at Jamil Bhaya in shock. "Walikum Salam." Jamil Bhai picked up a cup of tea and sat down on the chair. Alia started making tea.
Or in Allah there are fathers and sons! How could it be found after such a long time? The ideological gap is between the two.
Neither of them is ready to step on it, yet thankfully, like my mother, Jamil Bhaya washed his hands and face and went to his great uncle's seat and Crane Boa did not turn around. Delivered "Life is hard and easy.
It's all in man's hands. How do you want to treat your life? What do you think?" He handed her an empty cup of tea. "Make another cup and make Alia Bibi." Jamil Bhai was looking very sad at that time. "I think the same.
You can make your life easier if you want. "Alia has passed the cup to him." She got up from the cup and ran to her room to avoid this critical discussion.Zaman and Badi Chi were coming to drink tea. The gloom of the evening was everywhere.
The sun was setting behind the dense poplar trees. She would slowly climb onto the roof. Smoke billowed from nearby houses, permeating the air, and the scent of spices and steam wafted through the air.
Exhausted, she sat down on the doorstep. The sun was afraid. The air was cold. She could feel the coolness in her hands. Jamil Bhiya had disturbed him as soon as he came.
His peace was being disturbed. She began to think that when Jamil Bhai did not believe in any relationship in the world, how could he believe in love. These human beings are also good things.
If they do not believe, then they also start misunderstanding the word of God and when they come to believe, they start seeing its manifestation on the threshold of their feet.
Brother Jamil, what trouble have you caused me?" Thinking, she began to grow louder. She stood on the stairs and Najma fell down on her back to rest.
Najma Phu Phi was about to get up from the threshold when Najma Phu Phi shouted at her. "Come here Alia." She looked at Najma Phu Phi in shock. She was calling him to her. "She stayed with him on the mashri." There is no one in this house worthy of being talked to.
She was in the house.
You can give advice. "Najma Phu Phi looked at him carefully." I don't have the ability to give advice, but I can still think of something. "He replied controlling his anger."What do you think about marriage?" All the lecturers with me are getting married.
You do too, I think marriage will be a good thing, especially for you," he said very seriously. «I mean just for me? What nonsense are you talking about, won't you get married? "She's a little overwhelmed.
Well, your marriage could be at home with Jamil Wamil, what more can you get but it's hard for me to find a man like me. Alia wanted Najma to spit on her aunt's face but she acted with restraint. Look at Najma Phu Phi.
As far as Jameel Bhai's qualifications are concerned, no one in this house can equal him. By the way, I don't like him as a human being. He is my cousin and that is why don't think of other relationships. Talk to you soon and keep up the good content.
Everyone in this house is ignorant, God, who should I consult? "Even after having such a great degree, do you feel the need to consult anyone?" Alia got up and came to the roof.
What did Najma still say? He didn't hear anything. "Everybody eat." Standing in the courtyard below, Yemen was shouting Time is hard at home. Life is the name of the bridge. How good it would be if she could run away from here.
Jamil could have chased his brother but all this was impossible. If he leaves, what will my great uncle say? I will not turn my eyes away when she stands on her feet. Now the condition of the house was the same as before.
Jamil Bhai retired and those who sat were useless till today. Big P had saved a little money. She was gone in this time of unemployment. Alia wanted to give something to her great aunt by hiding it from her mother but she refused with great love.
Maybe she was afraid of Aman.
Ever since they became necessary. Mother's taunts were so horrible. How much they hated this house. One day was passing like a useless night. The bitter cold of December was at its height. It was dark because of my back until nine or ten o'clock in the morning.
The veil of the porch had already lost all its reality in the storms, rains and sunshine. Now, in the cold, the wind blows through these curtains, as if the field were filling up.
Crimson Boa's weak bones kept cracking in the cold, and they crawled into the bosom of the stove and began to burn in the bar of time. What a time it was when the curtains of the corridors were changed every other year.
There were two or four holes here and there and they were divided among the servants, but now that time has come, Alia had given her old sweater to Crane Hua, which was so cold.