A MEETING WITH OLD FRIEND

After meeting and enjoying myself with my friends and batchmate, who joined the get-together party all started returning home. As I was walking home. I saw a beautiful girl approaching me. In the first place, I did not recognize her. I was just enjoying the night sky. They looked very mesmerized and beautiful.

The night sky is so beautiful that I wished to fly. It is the most beautiful art, alive with in raw energy, a song for the eyes. At times I felt as if I could feel it vibrating somehow, whispering in a way the ears cannot hear. I guess it felt friendly when the world of people felt so devoid of love. I wanted to see it right, in three dimensions, see the sculpture of divine hands.

A small star twinkling with light, mischievously squinting, as if saying hello to me. They are like sly pearl that adorns the dark blue night sky and is no less inferior to the bright moon. silvery white moonlight sprinkled on the ground, there are screams everywhere. The night's aroma pervades the air, woven into a soft net, covering all the scenery inside. Everything that comes into contact with the eyes is covered with this soft net. It is not as realistic as it is during the day. They all have vague, illusory colors, each hiding its meticulousness. The point, keep its secrets and make people feel like dreams.

As I was seeing the beauty, of nature, and in front of me there staying the girl. She said hello to me. I asked," Madam how can I help you," The girl laughed and said," Hi Abdul, how are you? I shook her hand and asked, "I am sorry may I know who are you"? She laughed and said," I am your childhood friend Fathima, You not recognized me?

I said," Hi Why you did not come to get together party? She said," In my family, there was a function of mehndi of my husband's sister I was attending there hence not come, well how is the function? I told them it was good and memorable.

I asked her what are you doing nowadays and who is your husband. She smiled and said," I want to marry you but at that time I was afraid to speak with you. Well, the past is over I married a perfume businessman and I am his third wife. He is ten years elder than me. I was shocked to hear all this and also cursed myself for not expressing my feelings toward her.

We had a general talk and bid farewell to her. While walking home I thought that Mohammad Nabi had written in Khuran that a male can marry four women, but he never said that you should marry four women even if the previous wife is died or left her husband.

In the olden days many males died during wars and other business, so women are alone for the sake of her and protect her this rule is implemented but people are misusing this pure feeling. Even the generations go ahead this kind of belief will remain in this society. Hope the young generations will understand the real reason behind it and follow them.

There are many things which are restricted in religious books but they are not at all followed. People never take good things in the mind and they misuse all the things. Hope someday this world will change and people started believing the reason behind it.

The night is deep, the silvery moon is dotted with the dark blue night sky, and the naughty stars are running around her, chasing and playing. The stars will hold the moon, and the moon will not be lonely tonight. The night slowly coming. Whenever the night is quiet, the community is soaked in black ink as it is, black and dark, and no fingers are visible.

A small star twinkling with light, mischievously squinting, says hello to me. They are like sly pearl that adorns the night sky and is no less inferior to the bright moon. silvery white moonlight sprinkled on the ground, there are screams everywhere. The night's aroma pervades the air, woven into a soft net, covering all the scenery inside.

Everything that comes into contact with the eyes is covered with this soft net. It is not as realistic as it is during the day. They all have vague, illusory colors, each hiding its meticulousness. The point, keep its secrets and make people feel like dreams.

In the quiet night sky, the stars of the sky play with each other, and the small eyes of the squatting seem to be watching all kinds of interesting and beautiful scenery on the earth! The moon girl came late, shyly put on a headscarf, and covered her face. The stars and the moon seem to be the patron saint of the night sky. Stars are sometimes grouped, sometimes like a "1", sometimes like an umbrella.

I reached my home, freshen up, and looked at my wife she is cleaning the room. I went to her and hold her at her waist, she was shocked to see me. I asked," If I marry one more woman while you are alive then what you will do? Her face became down, she said," If you marry another woman I will kill you with my own hands and die myself, "Will you understand? I told don't worry you are the only woman I will marry.

I told to her "If I ever cross my heart... if I ever betray my heart and anger it... then I hope to die. For in this life, my heart is my pure heavenward guide. To those I love, to the world I love, to my true life mission and path... I must be faithful, protective, and nurturing. I'd rather be dead than do deeds for the evil force. So, you see, I didn't sell my soul because it is already owned by you only, and in that commitment, I feel safest and best.

We had our dinner and when she and our children curled around me playing, I felt like a heaven on earth. That will be the most beautiful moment in my life. They played with me until they become tired. In the end, my wife also came beside me and slept on my chest holding me by my waist. I think that Love is like our sun, night, and day, they are like a protected, safe sound. Love is like a heart song and my light, for that, is love. Love compacts the senses, and when stardust is so compacted in the universe, a new star is born with its own gravity and radiant light. Hello friends don't forget to like and comment. I was waiting for your response.