[A SCENE]
Houses crushed under silence, groan
A wave of sorrow from heaven flows
The Moon's painful lore of light
Wallowed in the dust of roads
The sleeping chambers sunk in gloam;
The drowsy tune of the life's lyre
Mourns in the mild tones.
By FAIZ Ahmad Faiz
Rendered into English by: Qaisrah Syed.
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Warning: there's a self harming scene. Please, sensitive person refrain to read.
He was going to change for bed. He had taken his medication so he was being a little drowsy. His head was spinning, he was totally exhausted. He just wanted to fall in his bed and drown in the darkness of the world.
He opened his shirt buttons with shaky hands. He was about to remove it when the door at his back clicked and creaked open. Sufi left his room a few minutes ago, he forgot to lock his door. He was now irritated. 'Who was there to disturb him?' He thought.
He asked harshly, "who's this?" But no reply came.
"Zainab! What are you doing here that late." He turned and seeing her made him confused. So he asked hesitantly. He was feeling something off.
At his question she laughed hysterically.
"Why..... you thought it was someone else, like...Your beloved Amy?" She asked in a jealous tone. He found it weird the way she was talking to him. She was never that much frank to him that she'd speak in that way.
"Are you sick? She is not a child anymore. So she doesn't even come to my room that freely but when there's something urgent. You should go back, I've taken my meds, I'm gonna rest now." He ignored her as she was trying to reach him, and said cautiously. His vision was still not clear, he was hearing a ringing sound in his ears. Those were medicine's effects.
"You choosed her, why?" She asked standing at a few cms from him, looking into his eyes directly. He looked at her, asking for explanation for her statement.
"I loved you since long. I was engaged with you. But you preferred her over me. I'm more beautiful than her. See....my hair....I had them cuz you like it . She didn't even want to have anything related to you when you left. And you're going to marry her just to protect her! Moreover she wouldn't agree. I know her the best over these years."
" 'You're responsible for your own actions and words',you know." He asked in a quivery voice.
His eyes were foggy. He was irritated by her presence. He had to take an action to give her a warning to stay away from him. He sat on his bed and opened his table's drawer. He took something out of it.
Zainab's eyes moved towards his hand. It was a blade. Her face got pale with fear as someone had painted a brush with yellow paint.
" Why're you afraid? It's not like I'm going to hurt you. You know me very well as you've studied me day and night." He said and eyeing her brutally, he made a deep cut on his right arm, a little below his elbow. His arm started bleeding, sharp pain brought him back to his senses. Spinning sensation in his head was now lessened.
His blood eyes were fixed on her who was watching the crimson liquid oozing out of his arm with her eyes wide open.
'Was that person crazy?' Everything was in an 'awe' at his craziness.
Yes, he did it to keep his senses under control. He was egoistic. He didn't want to create any rumor or a story in his madness that would make him fall in sight of his own ones for the rest of his life.