Light Upon Light
السلام عليكم ورحمه الله وبركاته
Hello fam!As promised, a long chapter. Nearly 5k words just for you guys. Of course I enjoyed writing it. ***
#62 Give the Heart a Break!The next day the house was abustle with preparations. Turns out not only was Juveriya Aunty and her family invited for lunch, but that of Najwa’s, the Hashim family and the Khans as well. Obviously that meant Mr. Samir Javed Ali was more excited than the rest of the family put together. My workaholic brother was at home on a Monday and he didn’t have his phone, laptop, Bluetooth headset or files anywhere about him as was usual. Instead he was busy taking orders from Di and Bhabhi and changing curtains and cushion covers and reorganizing furniture in the courtyard. Not only had he abandoned work, he had also forced Samar to do so as well. And Kashaf was going about helping him like a faithful little minion. “It’s Monday though. Najwa would have gone back to Hyderabad right?” I asked Di while sipping my coffee, still clad in my pajamas with a huge shawl wrapped around me because I was too lazy to change. “Actually, she is only going back today,” Samir said with a triumphant smile.I scrunched my brows up in confusion, “Why do you know more about my best friend than I do?”“Because my dearest little sister, if you haven’t got the memo yet, she’s my fiancé,” Samir said throwing a cushion at me which I barely managed to dodge.“Hey! Watch it! I don’t know why the men of Salimabad always go for my coffee!” I whined and held my mug with both hands protectively. My precious dose of caffeine. “And that still doesn’t answer the question brother. Have you been talking to her? Not that she would do it... But you’ve shown so much development in the last few days, I wouldn’t be surprised if you went and threw stones at her window in the middle of the night!”Bhabhi and Di laughed as Samir’s eyebrows vanished into his hair. That’s right, even his hair wasn’t in its usual prim and proper setting. He wasn’t immaculately dressed in shirt and trousers as was his wont. “Astagfirullah! Juni ki bachhi, Mom told me that Najwa is home!”“Right!” He walked away from me knowing that he will only give me more chances to pull his legs. Kashaf followed him dutifully with cushion covers stacked in her hands. “But Juni, who are these men after your coffee?” Iqra Bhabhi asked with a pointed look. Di's attention was obviously drawn to us and I glared at Bhabhi knowing she did it on purpose. “No one. I was just saying it generally,” I brushed her off and went to the kitchen before more questions could follow. On the way I heard Samar mumble about missing Zaid to my brother. “I know right, he’s here most of the time just like any other brother of mine. I did call him the other day to tell him about my engagement,” Samir responded as he stepped down the ladder after hanging up the heavy maroon drapes. “He must have been surprised!” Samar laughed.Grinning Samir said, “Yeah, and he was very happy. He did mention something about coming home sooner than he had anticipated in sha Allah.”“In sha Allah,” Samar said. The kitchen was just the place to take my mind off of what I had just heard. No, obviously I didn’t slow down deliberately to listen to them talk about him. It’s not like I even missed him in the week he has been gone. In fact I’ve been too busy to spare him a thought until the coffee reminded me of him. I rinsed the mug and then sat down and had what was left of breakfast. Chachi pushed a boiled egg at me and asked me to eat it up. I looked up from my plate which was nearly cleared, and asked her why. It’s not like they’ve ever paid attention to what I ate unless I was eating too little. “You’ve thinned down a lot. We need to bring you back to healthy looking Juni so that when people come to see you they won’t think we’re starving you,” she said sternly. “Zarina Bhabhi, you are sounding just like our desi women folk!” Phuppi laughed as she cleaned the island and started pulling the crockery out. “Our Juni is so lovely, no one can possibly think like that,” Razi Phuppi smiled as she stroked my hair. “Why do I feel like a goat that’s being readied for sacrifice?” I asked looking at all the women around me which also included my Mom who was smiling wide.“Haan Haan, in a way it’s the same. You’re all prettied up and then given in sacrifice,” Chachi said and everyone laughed.“Mom?” “It’s nothing. She’s just talking about people coming to see you for marriage.”Whoa. “What do you mean people coming to see me? Who’s coming to see me? What’s going on? Can someone please explain?” I was freaking out and they were laughing even more at me. When did marriage even come into the picture? “Relax bachu, your Chachi is just teasing you. No one is coming to see you,” Razi Phuppi comforted me. “Yet.” “Phuppi!” Strange morning indeed. Instead of me being the one teasing everyone to death, they were all ganging up on me. Iqra Bhabhi was back at her little pointed comments and remarks. Samir was being a totally different person. And there are people coming for lunch. And I was still in my pajamas. I rushed to my safe haven. “Ah Juni beta!” “Dadi everyone is being mean to me,” I said laying my head on her lap and hugging her. Dadi chuckled and asked me what was wrong. And when I told her about it she too was laughing. Great. Just fabulous. The whole family is turning against me. “My dear child, nobody is going to come and see you without your knowledge. Okay?”“But Dadi, I don’t want to-““Nah beta. We’ll discuss this in detail later. But tell me something, one friend of yours has gotten married. Another is engaged to your brother. Don’t you think you need someone in your life like them?”And my traitorous heart decided to remind me of that ugly feeling I had experienced the day before, when Lia’s wedding function was over. That longing and loneliness which had reserved its head up out of nowhere. It was probably written all over my face because Dadi had that look on her face, you know, calm smile and piercing but soft gaze. She wasn’t saying anything, and she would not do so. But her point was made. Oh no. “Nope,” I said decisively. “If you say so.” Ugh. Dadi was too good. After all, who did Junaina Javed Ali take after if not for her very smart grandma! “When you made your friends write lists about their significant others, did you not make one too?”“Ye...s” I dragged out, trying to figure out where she was going with her question. “Why’d you make one if you don’t want someone in your life?” “Uhh... I was just playing along.”“Really? How many points did your list have?”“Twelve,” I mumbled. “What was that? I couldn’t hear you beta, Dadi is growing old.” Looking down at the patterns in the carpet I repeated my answer more audibly. I didn’t need to see her face to know that she had a wide smile on it. “But that doesn’t mean I want someone in my life right now!” I protested.“Ah... But later on, you’d like to have a spouse who fulfils those twelve points huh?” “You know what Dadi, people are coming over. So I’m going to go take a bath and get dressed. It would be a shame to seen in this way you know?”“Of course beta. Can’t have my granddaughter looking like a homeless person,” Dadi said, the corners of her eyes crinkling as she grinned.“Dadi!” The last thing I heard was her laughter trailing after me as I ran out of the room and up the stairs. Upon further reflection I think it would be best if I stayed cooped up inside. I don’t know what has gotten into my Ali family. Does one marriage necessarily imply that it must be followed by another? Let’s get Samar married next then. He was the one talking about being stuck in the line because of Samir. After getting freshened up and looking more presentable, I went downstairs to lend my hand with the preparations for lunch. Samir kept popping in to the kitchen from time to time to check up on all the goings on only to run away when we started teasing him. The aroma of the biryani and all accompanying dishes soon wafted out along with all the laughter and fun with the ladies of the house. The family was in high spirits, Alhamdulilah. After a bit Chachi shooed everyone out of the kitchen to get dressed before the guests came over. The men had already cleaned up and gone to the masjid for Zuhr. I went to Shoaib Bhai’s room with Bhabhi to help her with the children. Kanza baby was fast asleep so Bhabhi took the opportunity to take Ihsan to the washroom. Grabbing Kashaf's clothes and accessories, I took the little girl upstairs with me to my room. I gave her a bath and then helped her put on the cute little mint green frock she had chosen herself. It had white lace trimming at the waist and hemline and she looked like a little princess once I did her hair with a braid in the front. “Ju Phups what colour dress are you wearing?” she asked me once she was ready. “I haven’t decided yet honey,” I said pulling open my wardrobe and scanning all the dresses hung up. “Let me help you,” she said sounding just like her mom. She stood right next to me and ran her hand through the dresses and quickly pulled out a salwar suit that was the same colour as her frock. “This one!” she said, looking excited with the big smile on her face. I knelt down and squished her in a hug. “You want us to match huh?” I tickled her and her bubbly little giggles spread about. “Hey Ju Phups?”“Yes Kashaf Jaan?”“When is Z Mamu coming?” Her question knocked the wind out of me. Okay, maybe I’m exaggerating, but I was quite surprised. Why was the little one asking me of all people about Zaid? For a second I wondered if her mom put her up to it. But then, Iqra Bhabhi isn’t that mean. Besides, it was a child asking me an innocent question. She probably missed him a lot. “I don’t know bachu. He said he’d be gone for a bit. But guess what, Nani and Nanu and Sid Khalo are all going to come today!” “I want Z Mamu too,” she said and there was so much longing in the way looked up at me that I didn’t know what to do. It’s not like I can call him for her and get him to come down here as soon as possible. “Do one thing, Ju Phups is going to get dressed in five minutes, by then you go and bring your mamma's phone. We’ll call Z Mamu.” “Yay!” she squealed gave me a big kiss and ran off. Uh oh. What did I just do? Okay brain, let’s stop thinking and get dressed quickly. All the stupid things happen when you take control dear heart, this why I work overtime to keep you in your place. Oh my Allah, how heartless you are! Shaking my head, I quickly pulled the salwar suit off the hanger and donned it. I had just finished fixing the top when Kashaf called out for me from outside the dressing room. I unlocked the door for her and she came bouncing in with the biggest smile on her face. How could I possibly say no to that smile! She thrust her mom’s phone in my hands and tied hers back and swayed on her feet as she waited for me to place the call. I took a seat on the chair and Kashaf leaned on to me and put the call on speaker. I didn’t know if it was the dial tone or my heart that was ringing in my ears. Why am I even being so flustered? It’s not like I’ve never talked to that idiot before. After a couple of rings he answered the call. “Assalamu alaikum was rahmatullahi wa barakatuhu Di! How’d you end up remembering this only brother of yours?”
Kashaf giggled and I froze. Whoa. It’s like I forgot how to speak. “Wa alaikumassalam Z Mamu! It’s not Mamma. It’s me Kashaf and Ju Phups!” Kashaf said taking the phone from my hands. For a second there was silence on his part and a buzz of talks going around in the background. And then he was talking again.“Ohhhh! Of course it’s Mamu's favourite niece who remembered him! How are you my sweetheart?” “I am fine Mamu. And Ju Phups as well!” she giggled looking up at me and I smiled and pinched her cheeks. Definitely taking after mom she was. “That’s good to know, Alhamdulilah.” Zaid said, and I don’t think I am wrong in guessing he did so with a smile. It was the cutest thing ever to hear the two of them talk to each other. I stayed silent throughout, watching Kashaf’s cute antics and listening to her narrating all her stories to him. It was like my heart was brimming with all kinds of emotions and I just couldn’t speak. They’re so adorable together.“Z Mamu, there’s a party here today. You’re not coming?” “Party? You didn’t invite me though, so how can I come?” “Just Phups, Z Mamu is invited right?” Kashaf asked looking up at me. Damn. And here I was hoping this would go on without my involvement. “Of course he is,” I reassured her with a smile, feeling relieved that none of my inner turmoil showed through in my voice. “Really Ju?” “It’s Junaina to you Zaid.” I said rolling my eyes. He actually had the audacity to laugh. And Kashaf joined him. “See you’re invited. So you have to come to Ashiana!” Kashaf insisted. “I wish sweetheart, I wish I could come. I’m very busy here,” he sighed. “When are you coming back Z Mamu? I miss you.” And her smile drooped and she slumped against me, and I held her closer and she looked longingly at the photo of Zaid that Bhabhi had set as his contact image. “Soon Kashaf, soon, in sha Allah. And I’ve got a surprise for you as well,” he said and that brightened her up again. “Really? I can’t wait!!” and then squealing she ran out of the room saying that she had to tell her Mamma and Abbu and Ihsan and everyone else that her Z Mamu had a surprise for her. She had left the phone in my hands though and Zaid was laughing as he heard her. I didn’t know what to do with it. He was still connected and Kashaf was gone. “I miss you too bachu, and everyone else,” he said. When he heard no response he called out for Kashaf and I had to answer. Or maybe I should just hang up? But that would be too rude. “She has gone downstairs,” I finally said, the phone still in speaker mode. “Oh, okay. What’s the occasion though? Samar didn’t tell me anything about a party there.” “It was an impromptu plan made by Dadi yesterday when she met one of her old students from Lia’s wedding. She has invited her with her family along with your people and Najwa’s family and the Khans for lunch.” “Ahh... I am going to miss it.”“Yep.”And then silence reigned between us. I don’t know why neither of us hung up. Well, I was too stunned to react in any way to be honest. Having a conversation with Zaid felt so normal and comfortable that it disturbed me. This call had to end. “I have to go now. Assalamu alaikum Zaid.” I didn’t even wait to hear his response and put the phone away. For the next few minutes I did nothing but sit rooted to spot and take deep breaths to bring my mind and heart to order. I didn’t realize how hard my grip on the dressing table was until Di came to my room and snapped me out of whatever phase I was in. “Are you okay Juni?” She asked, walking into the dressing room. “Alhamdulilah, I’m alright Di,” I said with a smile as I busied myself in putting my hair in a braid. I vacated the chair so that she could sit there and then quickly accessorised with a pair of jhumkas and some bangles in my hand. Di was smiling at me as she watched me put them on. Raising my brows at her gesture, I asked her what was making her grin. “Its the jhumkas and all. Haven’t seen you dress up in a while now,” she admitted, biting her lips.“Or more like I do dress up fancy, but keep it all hidden under my purdah just like you and Bhabhi,” I laughed and earned a little pinch to the side from her. After unfolding the white dupatta that was part of the suit and draping it securely, Di and I left my room together, just like old times. I slowed down my descent so that Di could take her time, she was into her seventh month after all. We were just in time to see Di's in laws step into the entrance hall. The two of us joined Phuppi as she greeted Ziyad uncle, Wazim and Layla aunty. Alia and Naeem Bhai followed them in, leaving Di and the rest of us surprised. “I was too tired of staying cooped up in my room,” Alia said after pulling me in for a brief hug. “I’m so glad you’ve come!” Di gushed happily and took her in laws to the ladies sitting area. Dadi was already in the sitting hall with Haseena aunty and my Mom who stood up to receive Layla aunty and Alia. The latter was made comfortable on the sofa and Mom was by her side, asking after her health and stuff. Sumi phuppi came in bearing refreshments and Ashiana was echoing with laughter and conversation already when the bell rang again. Thinking it would be Najwa and her family, I rushed out to the entrance hall with Mom. Samir was already there and so was Dad. Turned out it was Juveriya aunty and her children. They stepped in saying salaam. On seeing me, Juveriya aunty pulled me into a hug. Haifa too was quick to hug me. I did notice Hamdaan standing by the doorway talking to Samir. Mom ushered them inside, I was about to follow them when I noticed Najwa and her family climbing up the steps.Samir's face was instantly brightened and he had the biggest grin on his face. Hamdaan was puzzled for a bit before an elated Samir explained to him who was coming up. I couldn’t resist going and standing next to my brother and messing his hair. “Tone down the excitement boss. We don’t want her running away before she’s even stepped inside right?” I asked elbowing him with a smile. Samir’s ears reddened as he fixed his hair with an embarrassed look. Hamdaan was observing everything with a small smile on his face. Samir was much more calm when he greeted his future father-in-law and took them to the gents sitting area. Of course he didn’t leave without responding to Najwa's salaam and giving her a wide smile. Her brother was at home with Fathima Phuppi as the latter was unwell. When we got back to the ladies sitting area Sidra was also there with Kanza in her arms and Iqra Bhabhi as well. On seeing Najwa, Sidra leaped over to congratulate her and was teasing her relentlessly. Ihsan and Kashaf kept running to and fro between the halls. Every once in a while Kashaf would come over and hug me saying we matched, to the delight of all who were watching us. “Ahem, Ms Junaina, where is my phone?” Bhabhi asked me, when she finally got a gap from serving juice to the guests and Ihsan's near mishap of running into a flower pot in the courtyard. “Oh, I totally forgot. It’s upstairs in my dressing room,” I said, scrunching my face up. “Of course you would. What was Z Mamu saying?” she asked next, very deliberately, grabbing the attention of Sidra, Najwa and Di. Oh no. This lady! “Why don’t you ask Kashaf what Z Mamu was saying?” “Why are you guys referring to Zaid Bhai as Z Mamu?” Sidra asked looking from one to the other, obviously smelling something fishy. I would definitely notice that something was up if I we’re in her place. Thankfully Haifa came to my rescue, asking to see my room. Sidra and Najwa also tagged along as the two of us went upstairs and Bhabhi told me to get her phone on our way back with a wink. One of these days, I might just pull my hair out in frustration. Here I was trying to figure out what’s going on within me and there she was, making it ten times as complicated for me. Lunch was a fun affair. The men were seated in the courtyard and the women behind the curtains in the dining area. It was wonderful to see Dadi talking so happily to Juveriya aunty, all the aunties serving each other and talking about the goings on in society. Di and Bhabhi and Alia were another group, their discussion obviously circling around the joys and struggles of being young mothers and then there was Haifa, Najwa and Sidra and I. Haifa didn’t talk much but listened in as the three of us were being reminiscent of our days in Marwa. “It’s really hilarious that you’re marrying Samar's cousin Najwa,” Sidra said with a giggle. “And not to forget, Juni darling’s brother. It’s the thought of these two being my in-laws that really terrifies me,” Najwa said with her hand on her heart, a pretence of alarm on her face. “Juni Di is such a sweet person though, I'd be happy if she were my sister-in-law” Haifa chipped in. I had to smirk at Najwa and Sidra. In the high of being praised, the implications of her words didn’t even sink in. “Haifa dear, you’re so innocent. You have no idea how diabolical this Juni girl can be!” Sidra said shaking her head. And the two of them started telling her stories about me. Haifa was especially in awe when she heard about the episode of me beating Azhar up. Goodness, what was I thinking then? The memory was something I had carefully locked away and now it was brought to the forefront of my mind and I couldn’t help but cringe. Oh my Allah, I truly was wild then! “I feel like I know two different Juni Di's now,” Haifa said looking at me in awe. “I’m still the same, but a bit different I guess. Definitely not as impulsive as I used to be,” I chuckled, feeling embarrassed a bit. Lunch was followed by more conversation which extended to an invitation for tea in classic Desi style, which Juveriya aunty politely declined. She said she had to visit her husband's family and if not for that she would have loved to spend more time with us. And also in classic Desi fashion, she invited all of us over to her home on Saturday. She made the plans out for the weekend so that Najwa could also be part of the day. The mention of Juveriya Aunty’s husband’s family actually had me cringing a bit. When I had taken Haifa upstairs to my room, I had asked her why her father didn’t come. The little one teared up a bit as she said that it has been eight years since her father passed away. I felt like a huge insensitive person and kept feeling guilty. But that darling girl reassured me saying it was not my fault since I didn’t know. Another cringe worthy moment of the day came right up after lunch when I was helping Bhabhi bring in the mint tea from the kitchen. There was a huge tray full of delicate white tea cups and I was carefully carrying it out from the kitchen to the dining area. Bhabhi had another tray in her hand for the men to be served in the courtyard. I was carefully balancing the tray and in doing so I didn’t see Hamdaan walking towards the common washroom and it was a very close shave. “Junaina!” he called out just in time for me to pause and look up at him standing right in front of me. He was in my space and I was worried about the tea in my hands and my heart had jumped up and then was beating rapidly. Apologizing he quickly stepped back and allowed me space to walk through with the tray. I didn’t calm down until I finally managed to set the tray on the serving table. Dadi was giving me an odd look and I smiled at her to dispel her worries. It has been one extremely weird day from the start. Samir kept trying to steal moments with Najwa until Mom finally said that he can talk to her and take me along because of how silly he was being. He kept walking to and fro just to get a glimpse of her. He helped Samar bring the dishes from the courtyard back to the kitchen just so he could be around her, she had insisted on helping Bhabhi clear the table in the dining area. And regretted it too, I couldn’t help but laugh when I saw her blushing every single time Samir came in. “Oh now I get it,” Samar finally huffed when Samir tried to get Najwa's attention and I burst out giggling as she pointedly ignored him. “No wonder you’re making me work so hard, you’re just doing it so Najwa Bhabhi can see,” Samar said and I clapped at his rare show of brilliance. “Oh Samir, since when did you become such a show off?” Di asked as she fed Abid from the island. The little one had just returned from school. “Here I was thinking Samir would be sensible. Is Shoaib the one corrupting you?” Bhabhi asked as she dried the plates and dishes. I didn’t even have to do anything. Sitting on the countertop I enjoyed the entertainment being served along with Sidra's yummy ras gullas. Sidra was also next to me, nudging Najwa as her fiancé was being teased right in front of her. “Don’t you want to be the knight in shining armour and save your poor dude in distress?” Sidra asked her. “He got himself into the mess. I’m not obliged to protect him at all,” Najwa said and I knew she was holding her laughter back. “Ooh Samir, burn!” I called out and he glared at me.So after Juveriya aunty left, Samir pulled me aside and told me to take Najwa upstairs to the drawing room. I asked him for payment of course. Such a big service I’m doing for him, obviously he has to compensate for it. I didn’t budge until he promised to take me out to have pastries later in the day. Squealing I gave him a hug and told him to come upstairs in five minutes. I tapped Najwa discreetly when the others were busy in conversation and drew her away with me upstairs. Mom obviously knew and so did Najwa's mom. Actually, everyone knew. Samir was being so silly after all. “What does he even want to say?” Najwa asked as she started pacing. “Well, he’ll be here in a minute. We can find out then,” I joked and she groaned. Samir was with us in no time. Impatient man that he was when it concerned her. “Hey, I’m sorry about this, but I just wanted to give you something,” he said as he stood next to me. It goes without saying that it was a surprise for me as well. “It’s fine,” Najwa said with a smile. And he stared at her and she looked down. This went on for a bit until I finally stepped in. “Oye mere pyaare Bhaijaan... She’s not halal for you yet. Lower your gaze!” I had to suppress a giggle as he looked away like a small child who had been reprimanded. From his pocket he pulled out a small jewel pouch and gave it to her. And then he went downstairs abruptly. My curiosity got the better of me as I waited for Najwa to open it. When did he even get the time to go and buy her a present? And how sneaky of him, not letting anyone know! It turned out to be a delicate silver charm bracelet with just one charm. And the smart people would have obviously guessed it rightly... it was a tiny heart shaped crystal. It was so cute and so unlike Samir to present such a cheesy gift. She was obviously blushing away as she looked at it. Najwa refused to put it on. It was understandable considering how reserved she was. But I knew she loved it. It was written all over her face. “Najwa?”“Yes Juni?”“I can’t wait for you guys to be married already!” I said pulling her in for a hug. And my ears were definitely not deceiving me when she mumbled, “Me too.” ****Cries a few happy tears* my children are all grown up! I had lots of fun writing this chapter. And it was difficult too. So many characters altogether, so I had to cut out some of them and focus on the rest. Isn't Kashaf the cutest? Whenever I write about her, I feel like coming at the little girl bouncing around in my head! Let me know all your thoughtsMuch love! f.m.f
Hello fam!As promised, a long chapter. Nearly 5k words just for you guys. Of course I enjoyed writing it. ***
#62 Give the Heart a Break!The next day the house was abustle with preparations. Turns out not only was Juveriya Aunty and her family invited for lunch, but that of Najwa’s, the Hashim family and the Khans as well. Obviously that meant Mr. Samir Javed Ali was more excited than the rest of the family put together. My workaholic brother was at home on a Monday and he didn’t have his phone, laptop, Bluetooth headset or files anywhere about him as was usual. Instead he was busy taking orders from Di and Bhabhi and changing curtains and cushion covers and reorganizing furniture in the courtyard. Not only had he abandoned work, he had also forced Samar to do so as well. And Kashaf was going about helping him like a faithful little minion. “It’s Monday though. Najwa would have gone back to Hyderabad right?” I asked Di while sipping my coffee, still clad in my pajamas with a huge shawl wrapped around me because I was too lazy to change. “Actually, she is only going back today,” Samir said with a triumphant smile.I scrunched my brows up in confusion, “Why do you know more about my best friend than I do?”“Because my dearest little sister, if you haven’t got the memo yet, she’s my fiancé,” Samir said throwing a cushion at me which I barely managed to dodge.“Hey! Watch it! I don’t know why the men of Salimabad always go for my coffee!” I whined and held my mug with both hands protectively. My precious dose of caffeine. “And that still doesn’t answer the question brother. Have you been talking to her? Not that she would do it... But you’ve shown so much development in the last few days, I wouldn’t be surprised if you went and threw stones at her window in the middle of the night!”Bhabhi and Di laughed as Samir’s eyebrows vanished into his hair. That’s right, even his hair wasn’t in its usual prim and proper setting. He wasn’t immaculately dressed in shirt and trousers as was his wont. “Astagfirullah! Juni ki bachhi, Mom told me that Najwa is home!”“Right!” He walked away from me knowing that he will only give me more chances to pull his legs. Kashaf followed him dutifully with cushion covers stacked in her hands. “But Juni, who are these men after your coffee?” Iqra Bhabhi asked with a pointed look. Di's attention was obviously drawn to us and I glared at Bhabhi knowing she did it on purpose. “No one. I was just saying it generally,” I brushed her off and went to the kitchen before more questions could follow. On the way I heard Samar mumble about missing Zaid to my brother. “I know right, he’s here most of the time just like any other brother of mine. I did call him the other day to tell him about my engagement,” Samir responded as he stepped down the ladder after hanging up the heavy maroon drapes. “He must have been surprised!” Samar laughed.Grinning Samir said, “Yeah, and he was very happy. He did mention something about coming home sooner than he had anticipated in sha Allah.”“In sha Allah,” Samar said. The kitchen was just the place to take my mind off of what I had just heard. No, obviously I didn’t slow down deliberately to listen to them talk about him. It’s not like I even missed him in the week he has been gone. In fact I’ve been too busy to spare him a thought until the coffee reminded me of him. I rinsed the mug and then sat down and had what was left of breakfast. Chachi pushed a boiled egg at me and asked me to eat it up. I looked up from my plate which was nearly cleared, and asked her why. It’s not like they’ve ever paid attention to what I ate unless I was eating too little. “You’ve thinned down a lot. We need to bring you back to healthy looking Juni so that when people come to see you they won’t think we’re starving you,” she said sternly. “Zarina Bhabhi, you are sounding just like our desi women folk!” Phuppi laughed as she cleaned the island and started pulling the crockery out. “Our Juni is so lovely, no one can possibly think like that,” Razi Phuppi smiled as she stroked my hair. “Why do I feel like a goat that’s being readied for sacrifice?” I asked looking at all the women around me which also included my Mom who was smiling wide.“Haan Haan, in a way it’s the same. You’re all prettied up and then given in sacrifice,” Chachi said and everyone laughed.“Mom?” “It’s nothing. She’s just talking about people coming to see you for marriage.”Whoa. “What do you mean people coming to see me? Who’s coming to see me? What’s going on? Can someone please explain?” I was freaking out and they were laughing even more at me. When did marriage even come into the picture? “Relax bachu, your Chachi is just teasing you. No one is coming to see you,” Razi Phuppi comforted me. “Yet.” “Phuppi!” Strange morning indeed. Instead of me being the one teasing everyone to death, they were all ganging up on me. Iqra Bhabhi was back at her little pointed comments and remarks. Samir was being a totally different person. And there are people coming for lunch. And I was still in my pajamas. I rushed to my safe haven. “Ah Juni beta!” “Dadi everyone is being mean to me,” I said laying my head on her lap and hugging her. Dadi chuckled and asked me what was wrong. And when I told her about it she too was laughing. Great. Just fabulous. The whole family is turning against me. “My dear child, nobody is going to come and see you without your knowledge. Okay?”“But Dadi, I don’t want to-““Nah beta. We’ll discuss this in detail later. But tell me something, one friend of yours has gotten married. Another is engaged to your brother. Don’t you think you need someone in your life like them?”And my traitorous heart decided to remind me of that ugly feeling I had experienced the day before, when Lia’s wedding function was over. That longing and loneliness which had reserved its head up out of nowhere. It was probably written all over my face because Dadi had that look on her face, you know, calm smile and piercing but soft gaze. She wasn’t saying anything, and she would not do so. But her point was made. Oh no. “Nope,” I said decisively. “If you say so.” Ugh. Dadi was too good. After all, who did Junaina Javed Ali take after if not for her very smart grandma! “When you made your friends write lists about their significant others, did you not make one too?”“Ye...s” I dragged out, trying to figure out where she was going with her question. “Why’d you make one if you don’t want someone in your life?” “Uhh... I was just playing along.”“Really? How many points did your list have?”“Twelve,” I mumbled. “What was that? I couldn’t hear you beta, Dadi is growing old.” Looking down at the patterns in the carpet I repeated my answer more audibly. I didn’t need to see her face to know that she had a wide smile on it. “But that doesn’t mean I want someone in my life right now!” I protested.“Ah... But later on, you’d like to have a spouse who fulfils those twelve points huh?” “You know what Dadi, people are coming over. So I’m going to go take a bath and get dressed. It would be a shame to seen in this way you know?”“Of course beta. Can’t have my granddaughter looking like a homeless person,” Dadi said, the corners of her eyes crinkling as she grinned.“Dadi!” The last thing I heard was her laughter trailing after me as I ran out of the room and up the stairs. Upon further reflection I think it would be best if I stayed cooped up inside. I don’t know what has gotten into my Ali family. Does one marriage necessarily imply that it must be followed by another? Let’s get Samar married next then. He was the one talking about being stuck in the line because of Samir. After getting freshened up and looking more presentable, I went downstairs to lend my hand with the preparations for lunch. Samir kept popping in to the kitchen from time to time to check up on all the goings on only to run away when we started teasing him. The aroma of the biryani and all accompanying dishes soon wafted out along with all the laughter and fun with the ladies of the house. The family was in high spirits, Alhamdulilah. After a bit Chachi shooed everyone out of the kitchen to get dressed before the guests came over. The men had already cleaned up and gone to the masjid for Zuhr. I went to Shoaib Bhai’s room with Bhabhi to help her with the children. Kanza baby was fast asleep so Bhabhi took the opportunity to take Ihsan to the washroom. Grabbing Kashaf's clothes and accessories, I took the little girl upstairs with me to my room. I gave her a bath and then helped her put on the cute little mint green frock she had chosen herself. It had white lace trimming at the waist and hemline and she looked like a little princess once I did her hair with a braid in the front. “Ju Phups what colour dress are you wearing?” she asked me once she was ready. “I haven’t decided yet honey,” I said pulling open my wardrobe and scanning all the dresses hung up. “Let me help you,” she said sounding just like her mom. She stood right next to me and ran her hand through the dresses and quickly pulled out a salwar suit that was the same colour as her frock. “This one!” she said, looking excited with the big smile on her face. I knelt down and squished her in a hug. “You want us to match huh?” I tickled her and her bubbly little giggles spread about. “Hey Ju Phups?”“Yes Kashaf Jaan?”“When is Z Mamu coming?” Her question knocked the wind out of me. Okay, maybe I’m exaggerating, but I was quite surprised. Why was the little one asking me of all people about Zaid? For a second I wondered if her mom put her up to it. But then, Iqra Bhabhi isn’t that mean. Besides, it was a child asking me an innocent question. She probably missed him a lot. “I don’t know bachu. He said he’d be gone for a bit. But guess what, Nani and Nanu and Sid Khalo are all going to come today!” “I want Z Mamu too,” she said and there was so much longing in the way looked up at me that I didn’t know what to do. It’s not like I can call him for her and get him to come down here as soon as possible. “Do one thing, Ju Phups is going to get dressed in five minutes, by then you go and bring your mamma's phone. We’ll call Z Mamu.” “Yay!” she squealed gave me a big kiss and ran off. Uh oh. What did I just do? Okay brain, let’s stop thinking and get dressed quickly. All the stupid things happen when you take control dear heart, this why I work overtime to keep you in your place. Oh my Allah, how heartless you are! Shaking my head, I quickly pulled the salwar suit off the hanger and donned it. I had just finished fixing the top when Kashaf called out for me from outside the dressing room. I unlocked the door for her and she came bouncing in with the biggest smile on her face. How could I possibly say no to that smile! She thrust her mom’s phone in my hands and tied hers back and swayed on her feet as she waited for me to place the call. I took a seat on the chair and Kashaf leaned on to me and put the call on speaker. I didn’t know if it was the dial tone or my heart that was ringing in my ears. Why am I even being so flustered? It’s not like I’ve never talked to that idiot before. After a couple of rings he answered the call. “Assalamu alaikum was rahmatullahi wa barakatuhu Di! How’d you end up remembering this only brother of yours?”
Kashaf giggled and I froze. Whoa. It’s like I forgot how to speak. “Wa alaikumassalam Z Mamu! It’s not Mamma. It’s me Kashaf and Ju Phups!” Kashaf said taking the phone from my hands. For a second there was silence on his part and a buzz of talks going around in the background. And then he was talking again.“Ohhhh! Of course it’s Mamu's favourite niece who remembered him! How are you my sweetheart?” “I am fine Mamu. And Ju Phups as well!” she giggled looking up at me and I smiled and pinched her cheeks. Definitely taking after mom she was. “That’s good to know, Alhamdulilah.” Zaid said, and I don’t think I am wrong in guessing he did so with a smile. It was the cutest thing ever to hear the two of them talk to each other. I stayed silent throughout, watching Kashaf’s cute antics and listening to her narrating all her stories to him. It was like my heart was brimming with all kinds of emotions and I just couldn’t speak. They’re so adorable together.“Z Mamu, there’s a party here today. You’re not coming?” “Party? You didn’t invite me though, so how can I come?” “Just Phups, Z Mamu is invited right?” Kashaf asked looking up at me. Damn. And here I was hoping this would go on without my involvement. “Of course he is,” I reassured her with a smile, feeling relieved that none of my inner turmoil showed through in my voice. “Really Ju?” “It’s Junaina to you Zaid.” I said rolling my eyes. He actually had the audacity to laugh. And Kashaf joined him. “See you’re invited. So you have to come to Ashiana!” Kashaf insisted. “I wish sweetheart, I wish I could come. I’m very busy here,” he sighed. “When are you coming back Z Mamu? I miss you.” And her smile drooped and she slumped against me, and I held her closer and she looked longingly at the photo of Zaid that Bhabhi had set as his contact image. “Soon Kashaf, soon, in sha Allah. And I’ve got a surprise for you as well,” he said and that brightened her up again. “Really? I can’t wait!!” and then squealing she ran out of the room saying that she had to tell her Mamma and Abbu and Ihsan and everyone else that her Z Mamu had a surprise for her. She had left the phone in my hands though and Zaid was laughing as he heard her. I didn’t know what to do with it. He was still connected and Kashaf was gone. “I miss you too bachu, and everyone else,” he said. When he heard no response he called out for Kashaf and I had to answer. Or maybe I should just hang up? But that would be too rude. “She has gone downstairs,” I finally said, the phone still in speaker mode. “Oh, okay. What’s the occasion though? Samar didn’t tell me anything about a party there.” “It was an impromptu plan made by Dadi yesterday when she met one of her old students from Lia’s wedding. She has invited her with her family along with your people and Najwa’s family and the Khans for lunch.” “Ahh... I am going to miss it.”“Yep.”And then silence reigned between us. I don’t know why neither of us hung up. Well, I was too stunned to react in any way to be honest. Having a conversation with Zaid felt so normal and comfortable that it disturbed me. This call had to end. “I have to go now. Assalamu alaikum Zaid.” I didn’t even wait to hear his response and put the phone away. For the next few minutes I did nothing but sit rooted to spot and take deep breaths to bring my mind and heart to order. I didn’t realize how hard my grip on the dressing table was until Di came to my room and snapped me out of whatever phase I was in. “Are you okay Juni?” She asked, walking into the dressing room. “Alhamdulilah, I’m alright Di,” I said with a smile as I busied myself in putting my hair in a braid. I vacated the chair so that she could sit there and then quickly accessorised with a pair of jhumkas and some bangles in my hand. Di was smiling at me as she watched me put them on. Raising my brows at her gesture, I asked her what was making her grin. “Its the jhumkas and all. Haven’t seen you dress up in a while now,” she admitted, biting her lips.“Or more like I do dress up fancy, but keep it all hidden under my purdah just like you and Bhabhi,” I laughed and earned a little pinch to the side from her. After unfolding the white dupatta that was part of the suit and draping it securely, Di and I left my room together, just like old times. I slowed down my descent so that Di could take her time, she was into her seventh month after all. We were just in time to see Di's in laws step into the entrance hall. The two of us joined Phuppi as she greeted Ziyad uncle, Wazim and Layla aunty. Alia and Naeem Bhai followed them in, leaving Di and the rest of us surprised. “I was too tired of staying cooped up in my room,” Alia said after pulling me in for a brief hug. “I’m so glad you’ve come!” Di gushed happily and took her in laws to the ladies sitting area. Dadi was already in the sitting hall with Haseena aunty and my Mom who stood up to receive Layla aunty and Alia. The latter was made comfortable on the sofa and Mom was by her side, asking after her health and stuff. Sumi phuppi came in bearing refreshments and Ashiana was echoing with laughter and conversation already when the bell rang again. Thinking it would be Najwa and her family, I rushed out to the entrance hall with Mom. Samir was already there and so was Dad. Turned out it was Juveriya aunty and her children. They stepped in saying salaam. On seeing me, Juveriya aunty pulled me into a hug. Haifa too was quick to hug me. I did notice Hamdaan standing by the doorway talking to Samir. Mom ushered them inside, I was about to follow them when I noticed Najwa and her family climbing up the steps.Samir's face was instantly brightened and he had the biggest grin on his face. Hamdaan was puzzled for a bit before an elated Samir explained to him who was coming up. I couldn’t resist going and standing next to my brother and messing his hair. “Tone down the excitement boss. We don’t want her running away before she’s even stepped inside right?” I asked elbowing him with a smile. Samir’s ears reddened as he fixed his hair with an embarrassed look. Hamdaan was observing everything with a small smile on his face. Samir was much more calm when he greeted his future father-in-law and took them to the gents sitting area. Of course he didn’t leave without responding to Najwa's salaam and giving her a wide smile. Her brother was at home with Fathima Phuppi as the latter was unwell. When we got back to the ladies sitting area Sidra was also there with Kanza in her arms and Iqra Bhabhi as well. On seeing Najwa, Sidra leaped over to congratulate her and was teasing her relentlessly. Ihsan and Kashaf kept running to and fro between the halls. Every once in a while Kashaf would come over and hug me saying we matched, to the delight of all who were watching us. “Ahem, Ms Junaina, where is my phone?” Bhabhi asked me, when she finally got a gap from serving juice to the guests and Ihsan's near mishap of running into a flower pot in the courtyard. “Oh, I totally forgot. It’s upstairs in my dressing room,” I said, scrunching my face up. “Of course you would. What was Z Mamu saying?” she asked next, very deliberately, grabbing the attention of Sidra, Najwa and Di. Oh no. This lady! “Why don’t you ask Kashaf what Z Mamu was saying?” “Why are you guys referring to Zaid Bhai as Z Mamu?” Sidra asked looking from one to the other, obviously smelling something fishy. I would definitely notice that something was up if I we’re in her place. Thankfully Haifa came to my rescue, asking to see my room. Sidra and Najwa also tagged along as the two of us went upstairs and Bhabhi told me to get her phone on our way back with a wink. One of these days, I might just pull my hair out in frustration. Here I was trying to figure out what’s going on within me and there she was, making it ten times as complicated for me. Lunch was a fun affair. The men were seated in the courtyard and the women behind the curtains in the dining area. It was wonderful to see Dadi talking so happily to Juveriya aunty, all the aunties serving each other and talking about the goings on in society. Di and Bhabhi and Alia were another group, their discussion obviously circling around the joys and struggles of being young mothers and then there was Haifa, Najwa and Sidra and I. Haifa didn’t talk much but listened in as the three of us were being reminiscent of our days in Marwa. “It’s really hilarious that you’re marrying Samar's cousin Najwa,” Sidra said with a giggle. “And not to forget, Juni darling’s brother. It’s the thought of these two being my in-laws that really terrifies me,” Najwa said with her hand on her heart, a pretence of alarm on her face. “Juni Di is such a sweet person though, I'd be happy if she were my sister-in-law” Haifa chipped in. I had to smirk at Najwa and Sidra. In the high of being praised, the implications of her words didn’t even sink in. “Haifa dear, you’re so innocent. You have no idea how diabolical this Juni girl can be!” Sidra said shaking her head. And the two of them started telling her stories about me. Haifa was especially in awe when she heard about the episode of me beating Azhar up. Goodness, what was I thinking then? The memory was something I had carefully locked away and now it was brought to the forefront of my mind and I couldn’t help but cringe. Oh my Allah, I truly was wild then! “I feel like I know two different Juni Di's now,” Haifa said looking at me in awe. “I’m still the same, but a bit different I guess. Definitely not as impulsive as I used to be,” I chuckled, feeling embarrassed a bit. Lunch was followed by more conversation which extended to an invitation for tea in classic Desi style, which Juveriya aunty politely declined. She said she had to visit her husband's family and if not for that she would have loved to spend more time with us. And also in classic Desi fashion, she invited all of us over to her home on Saturday. She made the plans out for the weekend so that Najwa could also be part of the day. The mention of Juveriya Aunty’s husband’s family actually had me cringing a bit. When I had taken Haifa upstairs to my room, I had asked her why her father didn’t come. The little one teared up a bit as she said that it has been eight years since her father passed away. I felt like a huge insensitive person and kept feeling guilty. But that darling girl reassured me saying it was not my fault since I didn’t know. Another cringe worthy moment of the day came right up after lunch when I was helping Bhabhi bring in the mint tea from the kitchen. There was a huge tray full of delicate white tea cups and I was carefully carrying it out from the kitchen to the dining area. Bhabhi had another tray in her hand for the men to be served in the courtyard. I was carefully balancing the tray and in doing so I didn’t see Hamdaan walking towards the common washroom and it was a very close shave. “Junaina!” he called out just in time for me to pause and look up at him standing right in front of me. He was in my space and I was worried about the tea in my hands and my heart had jumped up and then was beating rapidly. Apologizing he quickly stepped back and allowed me space to walk through with the tray. I didn’t calm down until I finally managed to set the tray on the serving table. Dadi was giving me an odd look and I smiled at her to dispel her worries. It has been one extremely weird day from the start. Samir kept trying to steal moments with Najwa until Mom finally said that he can talk to her and take me along because of how silly he was being. He kept walking to and fro just to get a glimpse of her. He helped Samar bring the dishes from the courtyard back to the kitchen just so he could be around her, she had insisted on helping Bhabhi clear the table in the dining area. And regretted it too, I couldn’t help but laugh when I saw her blushing every single time Samir came in. “Oh now I get it,” Samar finally huffed when Samir tried to get Najwa's attention and I burst out giggling as she pointedly ignored him. “No wonder you’re making me work so hard, you’re just doing it so Najwa Bhabhi can see,” Samar said and I clapped at his rare show of brilliance. “Oh Samir, since when did you become such a show off?” Di asked as she fed Abid from the island. The little one had just returned from school. “Here I was thinking Samir would be sensible. Is Shoaib the one corrupting you?” Bhabhi asked as she dried the plates and dishes. I didn’t even have to do anything. Sitting on the countertop I enjoyed the entertainment being served along with Sidra's yummy ras gullas. Sidra was also next to me, nudging Najwa as her fiancé was being teased right in front of her. “Don’t you want to be the knight in shining armour and save your poor dude in distress?” Sidra asked her. “He got himself into the mess. I’m not obliged to protect him at all,” Najwa said and I knew she was holding her laughter back. “Ooh Samir, burn!” I called out and he glared at me.So after Juveriya aunty left, Samir pulled me aside and told me to take Najwa upstairs to the drawing room. I asked him for payment of course. Such a big service I’m doing for him, obviously he has to compensate for it. I didn’t budge until he promised to take me out to have pastries later in the day. Squealing I gave him a hug and told him to come upstairs in five minutes. I tapped Najwa discreetly when the others were busy in conversation and drew her away with me upstairs. Mom obviously knew and so did Najwa's mom. Actually, everyone knew. Samir was being so silly after all. “What does he even want to say?” Najwa asked as she started pacing. “Well, he’ll be here in a minute. We can find out then,” I joked and she groaned. Samir was with us in no time. Impatient man that he was when it concerned her. “Hey, I’m sorry about this, but I just wanted to give you something,” he said as he stood next to me. It goes without saying that it was a surprise for me as well. “It’s fine,” Najwa said with a smile. And he stared at her and she looked down. This went on for a bit until I finally stepped in. “Oye mere pyaare Bhaijaan... She’s not halal for you yet. Lower your gaze!” I had to suppress a giggle as he looked away like a small child who had been reprimanded. From his pocket he pulled out a small jewel pouch and gave it to her. And then he went downstairs abruptly. My curiosity got the better of me as I waited for Najwa to open it. When did he even get the time to go and buy her a present? And how sneaky of him, not letting anyone know! It turned out to be a delicate silver charm bracelet with just one charm. And the smart people would have obviously guessed it rightly... it was a tiny heart shaped crystal. It was so cute and so unlike Samir to present such a cheesy gift. She was obviously blushing away as she looked at it. Najwa refused to put it on. It was understandable considering how reserved she was. But I knew she loved it. It was written all over her face. “Najwa?”“Yes Juni?”“I can’t wait for you guys to be married already!” I said pulling her in for a hug. And my ears were definitely not deceiving me when she mumbled, “Me too.” ****Cries a few happy tears* my children are all grown up! I had lots of fun writing this chapter. And it was difficult too. So many characters altogether, so I had to cut out some of them and focus on the rest. Isn't Kashaf the cutest? Whenever I write about her, I feel like coming at the little girl bouncing around in my head! Let me know all your thoughtsMuch love! f.m.f
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