MALIK

I was standing with my back at the tree. The willow tree whose branches danced in the hot winds of this dead place. The man standing in front of me was tall.

"Where is he?!" I shouted and the man pointed at the tree.

I fell to the ground and tried to breath.I closed my eyes, thinking that it would drive the pain away. It feels weird to go through all this again when I've just got time to rest. But to satisfy my soul I'll do it one last time.

He was born in 1988 on 17 August in a noble and wealthy family of Karachi, a city of Pakistan. He held the name "Khalid Malik". His father ran a huge business in America. His father's name was Amir Malik and his mother's name was Amna Malik hence the name Khalid Malik.

Khalid had beautiful light blue eyes and brown hair and a fair complexion and was a very cute baby. He lived in his grandfather's mansion "The House of Malik"

In the living room, this was taking place on the second day after his birth.

"He's taking the last heir of this family, Khalid's grandfather "Waqar Malik" grumbled angrily.

Waqar Malik was an 53 year old man with beautiful grey eyes with gray hair and a small beard and a light brown complexion.He wasn't fat but was healthy and usually wore the traditional Pakistani "Salwar Kameez" and looked quite handsome regardless of his age.

"First he goes to America then he comes back to get married and then he goes back after staying for two months only and when his son is born then he asks Amna to apply for citizenship he should be ashamed." said Waqar in an angry tone.

"Now, Now Dear I'm sure that he had a good reason for all of this. You should forgive him" said Khalid's grandmother "Saima Bibi"

Saima Bibi was 52 years old and had dark brown eyes and long dark gray hair and a fair complexion and was a fashionista but still she was quite simple in her habits and she too wore Salwar Kameez that had beautiful embroidery done on it.

The reply of Waqar to this was "Yeah you're right it isn't his fault. It's your fault for spoiling him."

This angered Saima and she replied,

"How did I spoil him?"

Waqar replied "Well didn't you and your sister dared each other that whoever sends their child to America, first, wins. I mean who does that? and that witchy sister of yours kept her son with her and we and that poor child (Amna) had to suffer. Congratulations! Saima Bibi you won that dare. Should we give you a trophy?"

This rant went on till Amna entered the room and said,

"Please stop fighting each other. What good will this do? Amir just called"

Amna was a very beautiful woman with beautiful big light brown eyes and hazel colored straight long hair and a fair complexion and she was 26 years old and she was also very simple in her clothing and habits and she was a big patriot of her country "Pakistan" as her father died fighting for this country.

"What did that idiot say, daughter?" said Waqar.

"He told me that I and Khalid will get citizenship in four years time and then we can move there and that he is coming here in a week." Amna said with a sad face.

"I'm going to punch him in the nose when he gets here and don't you dare stop me Saima Bibi" Waqar said.

"I will not. Because I know you will start crying when you see him." Saima said.

"Do i look like a fool?" said Waqar.

"Whatever. Where is my grandson Baho (Daughter-in-law)?" said Saima as she turned her head away from Waqar.

Amna ordered the maid to bring Khalid to the living room. The maid carried him and gave him to his mother

"Here you go mother." Amna said.

Saima held him gently in her arms and said in a soft voice,

"My dear little angel you look just like your father. You have the same beautiful light blue eyes. May Allah always keep you happy."

Waqar chuckled and took Khalid from Saima and said to him,

"My dear grandson you look just like your handsome grandfather. May Allah bless you. May Allah never send you to America and May Allah protect your father from my punch."

Saima Bibi glared at Waqar who was also looking at her and smiling in a very obvious way.

In the meantime,The doorbell rang.

The servant "Ali" told Waqar that it was Saima Bibi's sister.

"Speak of the devil" he said while his face was still beaming. "Well, where is she? Tell her to come to the living room."

"Devil? You say." Everybody turned towards the door to see the person who said this. It was "Zara Bibi" the sister of Saima Bibi.

She was a 56 year old woman and was a big fan of leather. She also had a fair complexion and dark brown eyes and frizzy gray hair. She was wearing a white coloured salwar kameez and a gray coat made of goat's fur. But her prized piece of clothing was her jacket made of the skin of the Wagner's viper which was gifted to her by her husband. She wore the jacket once on the wedding of her sister Saima which led Waqar into calling her a snake for fun.

"You still hate me this much Waqar?" Zara said, looking at Waqar.

Waqar now staring at Zara with a poker face said,

"I was not talking about you Zara I was talking about Ali. How can i say such a thing about you? I'm your biggest fan".

"We both know who is the fan of whom.Whatever, where is Khalid? I also bought Fatima with me"

Fatima was the granddaughter of Zara. She was only a month older than Khalid. She had beautiful dark blue eyes just like the blue night sky and medium complexion. Her grand-mother already had intentions that she will marry Khalid when older.

"Oh Saima you won the first dare but now you won't win this one. Whoever sends their grand-child to..." Zara was interrupted by Waqar saying to her,

"Have pity on us this time Zara."

"What do you mean?" said Zara confused.

"Nothing just don't bet on the lives of two babies.It makes you look like a psychopath." said Waqar.

To which the reply of Zara was,

"FINE! I won't."

Everyone in the "House of Malik" was cheerful and loving. Waqar might have been angry with his only son Amir but on the inside he had an urge to see him so badly that it was unbearable. If only they could stay this way then the world would've been a little less cruel.