Peer-e-Kamil (S.A.W) By Umera Ahmad In English Page 06
Waseem knocked on the door for the third time; this time he
could hear
Imama inside.
=Who is it?‘
=Imama it‘s me. Open the door,‘ said Waseem standing back.
There was
silence on the other side.
A little later, the lock clicked and Waseem turned the door
knob to
enter. Imama moved towards her bed, with her back to Waseem.
=What brings you here at this time?‘
=Why did you turn in so early? It‘s only ten now,‘ replied
Waseem as he
walked in.
=I was sleepy.‘ She sat down on the bed. Waseem was alarmed
to see
her.
=Have you been crying?‘ It was a spontaneous remark. Imama‘s
eyes
were red and swollen and she was trying to look away.
=No—no, I wasn‘t crying. Just a bad headache.‘ She tried to
smile.
Waseem, sitting down beside her, held her hand, trying to
check her
temperature. =Any fever?‘ he asked with some concern. Then
he let go
of her hand. =You don‘t have fever. Perhaps you should take
a tablet for
your headache.‘
=I have.‘
=Good. Go to sleep then. I had come to talk to you but
you‘re in no
state…‘ Waseem turned to leave the room. Imama made no
effort to
stop him. She followed him to the door and shut it behind
him.
Flinging herself on the bed, she buried her face in the
pillow—she was
sobbing again.
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