The loop of breath breaks
The soul found its peace
Idrees and Inayat stood facing each other. He was at the door holding a pistol to his temple.
“What do you do in the afternoon?” shrieked Idrees.
Inayat couldn’t say anything except “Babajaana…” with shock.
what…are you doing?
“What do you do behind my back?” he said through his tears and quivering gasps.
“Babajaana…” with desperation.
what do you want? Please
He asked his questions again, with increasing ferocity and confusion. His body began shaking. Inayat tried to make herself heard, ” Please come inside. Put it away please…”
He heard none of it. He kept repeating his questions like a broken record. “Tell me… what is wrong?” Inayat shouted. Idrees remembered asking the exact same question to his mother. His mind travelled to the past and Inayat, the pistol and everything vanished from before his eyes as he recalled her reply. “What is wrong!! Tell me how can you trust a woman who can easily go against the values taught to her? How can you be sure she won’t loose her morals and character for another man?” When he returned, a little amount of confusion cleared from Idrees’ mind and Inayat had come closer to him. She wanted to snatch the pistol, he read her mind.
He pushed her away. She fell. She stayed down and stared at the tiny, yellow flowers on the carpet. The pistol was a new variable, but all this was not too different. It should be…
“After all that I had to give up for you…”
After all this time…
“My mother knew it but I didn’t listen…”
I came to know soon but I listened to my heart…
“Those boys,” he sobbed, his hands moved around with more agitation as the allegations poured out of his mouth, “they said… said you… my daughter…”
So easy to believe them…
“I hate you.”
She looked up and saw the pistol pointing at her. She saw into his eyes. I loved you.
He saw the hurt in her eyes and put the pistol back on his temple. He stood there crying unable to do anything. Coward…spineless
Inayat got up and walked upto Idrees, dragging the weight of his stony heart she couldn’t melt. She recounted every trangression he made against her love – finding faults when there were none, paternity tests, taking every chance to put her down, making her suffocate within her home…
Another 16 years will easily go by…
When both Inayat and Idrees thought she was going to take away the pistol, she pulled the trigger. I am just tired.
Inayat stood before at the spade and mattock wondering which tool would help her dig a grave of their love. Ehlam and Ehtesham who saw everything, from the fight to the grave, were taught to forgive their father but they never knew how to forgive their mother.
Link for part 1 — https://undulyunruly.wordpress.com/2018/06/04/snapshots-the-judge-his-wife-and-the-spade/