The New Definition

"Aslam walekum, Bhaijaan!" He said with great respect.

"Vallekum Aslam!" Alam said smiling, accepting the greeting of the stranger.

“My name is Rahman, Bhaijaan. I have heard that your father in the riots…. ”Rehman stopped while saying. The old wounds on Alam's face turned green.

"I get a lot of pleasure feeding pigeon. Please join me in the noble act. ”Alam said with a smile on his face and stretched a plate full of grains towards Rahman. Rahman could see in Alam’s facet the glow and energy that comes from righteousness.

"When did you get this hobby?" Rahman said while throwing a handful of corns towards pigeons.

"From my grandfather," said Alam, smiling.

"And your father!" Rehman stopped saying this.

"He was killed in the riot that erupted after the Godhra carnage." Alam said very calmly, throwing corns at the pigeons.

"Did not a feeling of revenge arise in your mind?" Rahman tightened his tone a little.

"Does killing an innocent complete the revenge? Would my father have returned from doing so? "While giving an answer to Rahman's question he put a counter question to him.

"No… but it would have consoled your heart."

"No… it would not have consoled me." Brother Rehman, your thinking is completely wrong! “Hatred can never be eradicated by hatred.” Alam responded with the same simplicity,“ “The consolation comes to me by feeding the pigeons as I feel that it clearly reaches the soul of my father.”

"Of course, you are the true disciple of Allah!" Rahman said looking towards the sky.

"Father, your tea.” A girl of eight to nine years appeared there, placing the cup in front of Alam.

"Ekta, my daughter, bring one more cup. Rahman uncle will drink this tea". Alam handed over the cup of tea to Rahman

“Yes, father” saying this daughter went inside the house.

"Is your daughter named Ekta?" It sounds a Hindu name! ” saying this Rehman took a sip of tea.

"When she is the daughter of a Hindu , she will have a Hindu name!"Alam burst out in laughter.

"Meaning… I don't understand anything." Rahman was confused.

“The bogie of the Kar Sevaks returning from Ayodhya to Godhra was set ablaze. Ekta’s father was also in it…”. Further words remained in Alam's mouth.

"Oh, is that so! By adopting an orphaned baby girl, you did a great job Alam Bhai. You are an angel…. ”Rehman had just said this and by then the girl was present with a cup of tea again.

"Father, your tea.” The little Ekta told smilingly.

"Ekta, tell your mother, Rahman uncle will also have his meal with us for the day." Alam said this holding the cup of tea.

Ekta went inside saying "Ok Abbu."

There was silence in the atmosphere for about two to three minutes. The sound of drinking tea by both of them, the sound of “ghutar goo” made by the pigeons could now be heard clearly.

"Bhaijaan, today you have explained to me the new definition of life." Saying this after placing the empty cup on the ground, Rahman took out a revolver from the pocket and put it in Alam's feet.

"What is this, Rahman brother?" Alam was surprised

"I was sent by the Indian Mujahideen to obtain information about your Abbu's slayers and then to punish those slayers," Rahman revealed his truth.

"And what will you do now?" Alam asked.

"Now I will worship Allah and help people throughout my life," Rahman said happily.

"Amen!" And Alam's hands rose up for prayers.

THE END

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