Precious Gift - A Love Story

Continued from Part – 5

Another day Farooq uncle went to Abdullah mian’s place happily and fixed that he will give him dowry. Dowry, which will he never forget. After hearing Farooq uncle’s words, Abdullah mian opened his arms and gave him a bone-crushing hug. Happiness was flagging on Abdullah mian’s face. Abdullah mian’s wife praised Allah and words came out from her mouth "Alhamdulillah"

Good news spread out like wild fire. Nobody in town believed that poor Farooq’s daughter was going to get married to a well-heeled Abdullah Mian’s son. People started to gossip.

Someone asked: “Is it true what we are hearing or it is just a rumor?”

Another said: “No, it’s true!”

Someone asked: “Then what will he give in a dowry? Eh?”

Another burst out: “His shop?? I guess…”

Another laughed and mocked: “Shop!! HAHA… Then what will his family eat? Pebbles and sand!!”

People satirized to pass their time. But all were curious inside to know what he will give in dowry? That was a big suspense for them to satisfy their curiosity.

Amirah was flying on the ninth cloud of happiness. She was daydreaming. Heart shaped little pink clouds were playing and dancing around her. Her rosy pink lips were constantly blushing, her melodious voice was unknowingly humming love songs, that was indicating that she was hanging out in her imagination land. Her big brown lustrous eyes were lost in his love, she started to embellish herself in front of the mirror often.

She smiled million times in front of the mirror to look beautiful in the best way its possible. She turned a little left-right to observe how she had grown. If mirror itself would have been alive, then just by glaring at her magnificent beauty it would’ve melted down like a wax.

The date of marriage was fixed. Preparation of marriage had begun. Abdullah mian’s big brothers welcomed people to attend the marriage. Atmosphere of the marriage ceremony was cheered up with joy. Waseem was at his top of the happiness. His childhood love was about to become his love of life. Inside he was dying to see her gorgeousness. Unknowingly he rolled down into the imagination land. He was flying with her in the sky, holding her hands, gazing into her big captivating eyes and let her steal his heart. Suddenly a hoarse voice hit him from behind, “Asalamualaikum Waseem”

He blinked his daydreaming eyes and came back into the reality. He looked behind and smiled with open hands to hug his uncles. “Walaikum Assalam Javed uncle and Razzaq uncle”

He gave manly hugs to both uncles.

At Waseem place:

All the guests from Waseem’s side arrived at his house, Waseem’s cousins made him wear a beautiful 'shera. He wanted to the baarat to depart soon, as he couldn’t have waited to see his bride.

At Amirah’s place,

After getting done Amirah’s makeup, hair and wedding dress. She arrived at the wedding hall, Farooq uncle had booked that hall for baarat. He had secretly planned all this from his little savings. Amirah was made to sit in the bridal room, she was waiting impatiently for baarat and her cousins were teasing her.

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Maulvi recited the commitment of the marriage and the couple’s responsibilities toward each other and Allah. The bride and groom had been asked three times if they’ve accepted each other in marriage according to their traditional marriage.

Both sides accepted: Qubool Hain, Qubool Hain, Qubool Hain.

“Dowry to be presented” Abdullah mian gave the command.

Farooq uncle came up with all preparation of dowry. He gestured to present dowry. Waseem smiled in the corner of lips and remained silent. Dowry presented in coffer (decorated iron box).

Everybody’s curiosity jumped to the peak. Impatient eyes were piercing that coffer. It was tightly holding everybody’s attention. Time had come to satisfy their patience.

Abdullah mian had carefully held that coffer. Apatite of curiosity was increasing every second. His two brothers slipped near to him. Anticipation started to built-in peoples’ minds.

Someone’s burst with curiosity: “What would it be?”

Another one answered,“Must be gold biscuits!”

Third one gave his prediction: “No no… I bet it must be diamonds and ornaments…!”

“Shut up…! look…look… it’s about to open…” the fourth one scratched his hands to hold his impatience.

Abdullah mian had held the coffer in such way that everyone can see it at their place. He opened the lock of the coffer. Everybody’s eyes staring right at the crack of the coffer. In slow motion, Abdullah mian opened up the lid. Curiosity was about to jump off the cliff. Everybody had held their breath. Finally, coffer lid opened up in whole. The secret was still covered into the red silk cloth. In slow motion, Abdullah mian removed that silk cloth and… secret overt in front of for everyone. Curiosity jumped above the seventh sky and fell down as flowers of admiration. Everybody’s curiosity showered as a form of applause.

“Mashallah…!! What a Gift is…!” one praised with a loud voice.

“Alhamdulillah…!! The most precious gift has been ever given till today… Kya baat hain Farooq sahib!” another one praised.

“Absolutely gentleman, this is the gift has been given by Allah himself. Have to have to admit with Farooq sahib’s choice,” the third one applauded his choice.

“MashaAllah…!! Perhaps, nobody has ever presented such as this precious gift… Masaallah Just Spectacular! Our heart wholly absorbed with enrapt…” forth one burst out with joy.

One gaze in coffer and Abdullah mian’s surprise turned into a shock. His brother hugged and congratulated him for the precious gift had been given in dowry. Praise and admiration words were still fluttering on peoples lips. Waseem was smiled and hugged his father. Abdullah Mian also smiled reluctantly.

“Abu… isse bada tohfa aur kya ho sakta hain…! (Abu… what else can be more precious gift such as this…!)” Waseem silently whispered in Abu’s ears.

“Yes, absolutely true my son,” Abdullah Mian’s eyes got moist with a thin layer of salty tears. He blinked quickly over and over again to pull back his tears.

Abdullah mian hugged Farooq uncle and whispered, “Aapne Muje khush kar diya khan sahab…! (You made me so much happy Khan sahab!) isse bada tohfa iss duniyame kuch bhi nahi ho shakta…! (Nothing can be more precious than this…!) Allah ki rahemat sadah aape bani rahe…! (Allah’s grace always be upon you…!)”

Both knitted heart gazed into each other’s eyes and their blooming smiled express everything they had stored inside their heart. Two souls knitted in the everlasting life. Longing for love finally ended. Two hearts met to their soulmate. Allah’s blessing showered on them. Allah had decided the best for them. Allah is the best planner of all. Have firm faith in him.

What was that most precious gift covered in red silky cloth?

It was — Quran! A precious gift has been given from Allah.

Is it more precious than Diamond, Gold, Ornaments or any other materialistic things?