The Grey Stones
Chapter 7
Bilal opened his eyes to look through the paved mirror of an old vehicle finding range of mountains whose tops were covered by snow. The sight presented a glimpse of paradise man can imagine on earth. The beautiful sky, mighty mountains and freely floating eagles were not a source of calmness to his soggy eyes rather Bilal found all of this responsible for tragedy to his parents. He started to knock his fingers across gaps between seats with great unrest and looked at clock placed on the front mirror of Bus for figuring the time left for finding his soul burning through hell of pain. He stared at the clouds of smoke rising from driver’s window. He was shocked to figure out that driver was smoking hashish while driving. He eagerly asked next seat passenger “The driver of bus is smoking hashish openly.” A man with a long beard looked straight in his eyes and then laughed. Bilal felt that smile was about his state of great despair. That man replied “Maara ya to chalta hai.” The words ‘its fine’ knocked through all the artistic veils in Bilal’s head. He just lowered his head and started to wait till he can discover the last drops of a dreadful toxin.
The conductor of bus shouted “Jaranawala has arrived”. The words were like the heaviest axe has fallen across Bilal’s head tearing it in pieces. He walked out of bus and caught glimpse of his family breaking in tears after seeing him. His uncle ran to him and hugged him crying. Bilal did not move an inch and it seemed like that he is no more than an idol. Bilal was driven to the mosque where everyone was waiting for him to have a last look at his parents before the commencement of the prayers for burying his parents. He looked at closed eyes of his father and could feel lot of unanswered questions being hidden behind them. The prayers started and the words for calmness of their soul were making him feel that he is being thrown in front of ravenous dogs trying to get each and every inch of his body. The crowd lead the corpses in an Islamic fashion known as Janaja to graveyard.
Bilal found himself near to God first time in his life when he saw the darkness of deeply dig graves. The fear of grave for a moment overcame his inner emotional turmoil. After the ritual of burying, people stood around the grave to recite verses of Holly Quran for peace of their soul. The prayer was over and people were waiting for Bilal to stand from the graves. Bilal looked back at the crowd and then he put his head over the grave of his mother. After a moment he raised his head and took the wet sand of grave in his hand. He shouted “My parents were innocent. They are killed.” He put the sand on his hairs and looked to the crowd hollering “The society has to answer the killing of my parents. I will take the revenge. All of you are murderers.” His family was traumatized to see this reaction though there was a light smile on a face of a young looking shrewd guy in a corner of a crowd.
(To be Continued)
Bilal opened his eyes to look through the paved mirror of an old vehicle finding range of mountains whose tops were covered by snow. The sight presented a glimpse of paradise man can imagine on earth. The beautiful sky, mighty mountains and freely floating eagles were not a source of calmness to his soggy eyes rather Bilal found all of this responsible for tragedy to his parents. He started to knock his fingers across gaps between seats with great unrest and looked at clock placed on the front mirror of Bus for figuring the time left for finding his soul burning through hell of pain. He stared at the clouds of smoke rising from driver’s window. He was shocked to figure out that driver was smoking hashish while driving. He eagerly asked next seat passenger “The driver of bus is smoking hashish openly.” A man with a long beard looked straight in his eyes and then laughed. Bilal felt that smile was about his state of great despair. That man replied “Maara ya to chalta hai.” The words ‘its fine’ knocked through all the artistic veils in Bilal’s head. He just lowered his head and started to wait till he can discover the last drops of a dreadful toxin.
(To be Continued)
