Sometimes what we see is opposite.....
Sometimes you have to just stay silent....
Sometimes you have to bear it with patience.....
Sometimes it's very hard to see someone in pain....
Sometimes you have to just stay calm....
The pain cannot be shared but you have to feel it.....
Pain of someone you lost cannot be covered by others.....
The heart pierced down when we see our loved ones left us ...
But you have to be brave and face it.....
The situation is very sad but there is not any option.....
Sometimes you have to just stay silent
By: EU topia
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As they exit from the airport, Tabriz called for the taxi. After a few minutes, they were on their way riding the taxi. Hisham took the passenger seat, Sha'ban was with him. Tabriz was on front seat with the driver.
Hisham took his phone out of his trousers and dialed a number. Then with phone on his ear, his eyes were fixed on something out of the taxi's window.
"Assalam-o-alaikum!" Someone sent greetings, enthusiastically as the call was attended. He reverted his gaze to the front.
"Wa alaikum! Where are you?" He asked without any crap, directly. He was dead serious, although he was being respectful.
"Ah... at my office, I was bored at home and your sister took me here for "outing", and poor me took her advice, now I'm busy watching her doing her tasks. Is everything fine, you called me??" He asked with an amusement.
"Is she anywhere near?" He ignored his excitement and questioned.
"Yeah! In front of me. There was some ceremony at her college so she took off.... is everything ok?" He was confused at his continous investigation. So he got worried.
"I'm sending her some password, ask her to track it down for me. And then send me the location. I'm sorry I can't tell you anything at this time but don't worry. Allah hafiz!" With a goodbye he cut the call. Yeah, he can do at this extent to not make him worry over anything related to himself.
Now he was typing some message fastly. Sending it, he released a shaky breath and put his head on the back of the seat, squeezing his eyes shut. He felt his head was gonna blast with pain but he controlled himself. He can't make it obvious, he had to fulfill his job. It was his duty. It was a long time, Hisham called him by himself. Otherwise, he was the lone calling. When he was in mood, he would attend it, or otherwise he used to ignore their calls.
"I wish, she's alright!" He prayed in his heart. Yes, he couldn't see her in any pain or being hurt. If it was not love, than what could it be??
"Ah, Iman Khan! Ah!" He sighed, calling her name in a whisper. He called her by her full name after a long time and it seemed weird to his tongue.
"Take a turn to the police station." After a few moments, he suddenly decided something and ordered the driver. Tabriz and Sha'ban were watching him in awe but stayed silent. He was not heading to the home for some rest although he was injured and his face was telling what he was feeling at that time, tired and pained. But they knew he certainly would do everything that can make her safe and if they said anything it would only add fuel to his current mood. Staying silent was better for their own sake.
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