Chapter:5 Curse or prediction?

On the other hand, Abdul Bari wore a dark purple shirt, shalwar and a light blue waistcoat, as he left Shayan Mirza's house. He came outside, it was pitch dark due to deep clouds, despite the fact that it was late afternoon. Leaving the house, Abdul Bari was turning to the left of the Abu Sufyan Villa, he was walking slowly, as he going forward, Abdul Bari's clothes turned completely black, covering his hands, feet and face more than he came, the umbrella turned into a rod-bar but his short height was not changed. Steps were rising towards the lawn on the outside of house kitchen where another tall, wide black-clad man was standing by a tree in the dark. His face was on the other side.

"My Master..."

Abdul Bari called him as his faithful servent, he was bowed towards the tall black- clad person. In response, the black man turned around, his face was bowed.

"Say ... Abdul Bari! ... What happened ?"

The same thunder was heard in that voice which was in the voice of the mysterious person whose name was 'Ehsanullah'.

"What's the next order for me, my Master ?"

"The order is only one for which was the previous one, it's not completed yet... Now take care all of them for three days ... then I will decide what should have to do with them..."

(The characters of the owner and servant inside the Abu Sufyan villa had now changed places after assuming their original position in the shade of this tree. First, Ehsan-Ullah was the servant as a Human and Abdul Bari was his Boss.. Such that now Abdul Bari was face to face in the form of obedient slave and Ehsan-Ullah was his 'Aqa', Master in the other invisible world)

The black-clad man turned his head to the right and saw three people enjoying tea and delicious refreshing items inside the lounge. He could saw so far, across the lawn, across the aisle, across the kitchen built into the strong walls of the Abu Sufyan villa, as if they are in front of him or he is in front of them. Then the black man turned around without blinking. His deep green eyes were now completely green, there was no white part as human eyes. He was looking in guise of Abdul Bari, whose eyes were now deep blue colour and they did not even have a white look like the human eye.

One was 'Abdul Bari' who was the other? The second was Qaboos al-Jamal, the son of Amir Qaboos al-Jamal, the elder lord of the Dukhan al-Atash tribe, Shah Sulaiman Atash. Whether it was the effect of 'Abdul Bari's' hospitality or the impression of 'Ehsanullah's' service, where Shayan Mirza and Andalib were enjoying "refreshment", Aliya Bano was also enjoying but be impressed by the pleasure and service. The raindrops lying on the floor come together and was winking their eyes, sometimes they see each other, sometimes they look at the mood of the family.

Outside, 'Qaboos al-Jamal' and 'Abd al-Bari' were seen sitting by a tree across a wide lawn, as the left knee was resting on the ground inside the dark black gown and the right knee was standing on the right foot and both faces were now hidden inside of their dark black gowns, in the circle of their arms.

"In the name of Allah, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful."

A heavy thunder sound heard, Qabus-al-Jamal and Abdul Bari disappeared in an eye blink and appeared at the roof top of a distant double storey house from Abu Sufyan Villa, which was the habitant of Abdul Bari and his family. As arriving here, the deep green round eyes of Qaboos Al-Jamal could easily be seen in a store-like room in the last corner of the third floor of Abu Sufyan Villa where his prince 'Saqlain- Al-Jamal' was imprisoned according to his father 'Shah Sulaiman Atash' command. He was not only captured but he felt 'happiness' in this confinement.

The teacups in the large ground floor lounge were now empty. The leftover food was covered by Aaliya Bano and now both husband, wife with their daughter, were resting in a spacious but semi-dark bedroom covered with quilts. Both mother and daughter were resting on the bed and Shayan Mirza was resting on the mattress. On the other hand, in the same villa was the fourth soul 'Saqlain-al-Jamal' who was rejoicing in the arrival of his 'Young Age Love' which consists on the centuries. In this closed store room on the third floor where his 'helplessness' of not being able to reach his beloved to see her after centuries.

On the other side, Qaboos-ul-Jamal was getting restless due to his son's helplessness. The beloved one who had put Saqlain-al-Jamal into this bondage was soothing and relaxing with her family. Probably not. Of course, Qaboos-ul-Jamal had the power to consign this bedroom to the grave for these three people alive but there was his son Saqlain-al-Jamal, it would have been impossible to took any negative step againt this family because there was Saqlain-al-Jamal for defending all of them, although he was arrested but he had his own God gifted powers to secure his 'Beloved and her family' from each devil's eye and protect from every evil powers.

"When you will be forced by the hands of your own children, Qaboos-e-Jamal!.. Then you will be able to understand my complications...At that time you will have no choice, no way of relief except regretting or to be repent ... You will be become powerless even at that time you will be most powerful my dear son!.. You would not be able to do anything, you will feel your hands cutting down even having the hands.."

These compassionate words uttered by King Suleiman the Magnificent centuries ago still resonate in Qaboos al-Jamal's long ears so much that he trembled but as like trembled as if boiling lead had been poured into his ears. Either that was the prediction of King Suleiman the Magnificent, or the curse that whenever Qaboos Al-Jamal's whole being was remembered, despite being a fiery creature, he had felt, he is burning in some unseen fire, he had started yelling and screaming with full force, it was still happening, but the heart-breaking screams of Amir Qaboos al-Jamal could have been heard either by Abdul Bari or Saqlain al-Jamal, who now hated his father as much as he loved Alia Bano.

Qaboos al-Jamal was suffering with the intensity of the children's pain. His mourning could be heard by all creatures except human beings who could hear this thunderous sigh and roar like thunder of clouds and thunder bolts. Children are always equal, regardless of any living soul, any creature of God. The love of a child, his pain, his happiness is the same for each creature of Allah no matter who the soul is. These universal relationships of parents and children are the same in every creature, every nation, every living soul and the trials are being associated with each other.

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