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by
Arfa Mirza
The Queen Blossom
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“Nadira!” came the whisper again, and now that she was
completely attentive to the sound, Anarkali saw Mir Ali
standing behind the marble colonnade at the far end of the
courtyard.
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“It’s not about what I think; I’m not the Padishah. I’m
merely a palace servant who knows things and wants to
save his sister from the dire consequences that await her if
she doesn’t back down.” Mir Ali reached the highest notch
of his whispering.
“What do you know? Tell me, what are they planning for
me? Banishing me to the Darogha quarters or marrying me
off to a slave?” Anarkali scanned Mir Ali’s face with bitter
expressions.
Mir Ali took a step back, evidently surprised at
Anarkali’s ignorance of what she thought would be the
‘dire’ consequences. It took him some time to gather words
that would make her truly understand what the Padishah
meant to do.
“Nadira Begum, the Padishah thinks that if Prince Salim
comes to him one more time to ask for his permission to
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marry you, he is….” Mir Ali hesitated. “He is… you won’t
see the light of the next dawn.”
The words fell on Anarkali like thunder. She felt
something heavy settle on her chest and expand to her core.
This was the first time she felt vulnerable against the
unfeeling heels of Padisha’s wrath. She always thought
being the favourite of the heir-apparent shielded her from
every mischief that the jealous court members threw at her,
but somehow, she completely discounted the Padishah
himself.
But Anarkali was not one for a weak heart, and neither
did she want to appear as such. A few moments of silence
is all she took to restore her senses.
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“My Salim will not let any harm come to me,” Anarkali
said in her mind, and then she said this again out loud, so
the words uttered and heard would bring comfort.
However, it failed to lift the weight of premonition that had
settled on her. Somewhere in the back came the muezzin’s
call to the morning prayer from the Jamma masjid of
Fatehpur Sikri.
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This is also where she met Mir Ali when she expressed
her wish to learn to write, and the Prince called for one of
the palace scribes to teach her. It was difficult in the
beginning as she had a lot of questions, and Mir Ali had
very little patience. But Mir Ali had taught many students
and had a good sense of handling the ones like Anarkali.
He told her to save all her questions for the end of the
session and that he would only answer them if she showed
progress in the lesson. The day she wrote one complete
sentence and was rewarded by asking for anything she
wanted, Anarkali asked Mir Ali about his family. He told
her that he and his sister were the only survivors of a thug
raid that looted and killed their family. However, later, his
young sister lost her life to a snakebite, and now he was
alone in the world. Hearing this, Anarkali offered to be his
sister as she, too, had no one in the world to call family,
and Mir Ali had gladly agreed.
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The sky was still dark and dotted with innumerable stars,
but one could see the hues of sunrise slowly rising from the
east. Birds chirped, roosters crowed, and Anarkali gathered
wood from the store room to start with the morning meal.
She had already milked the goat, fed the chicken, and filled
up the water trough for the animals to drink from. This was
her life for many years now, looking after the livestock and
attending to the household chores.
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“I’m not your blood brother, but I’ve seen you in better
shape when….” Mir Ali stopped at that, thinking it to be
inappropriate to talk about the past. “Anyway, I didn’t
come all the way to meet my taciturn aunt. There’s
something I want to talk to you about - a marriage
proposal.” “Mir Bhai, I’m not…,” she started to protest.
“Hear me out first. There’s a man I know, an honest man,
searching for a good woman to be his wife. His name is
Dilras Beig, and he is the Munshi of Sher Afgan Khan, the
Jagirdar of Burdawan. I think you will be very happy with
him.”
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Mehru Nisa begum wailed and beat her chest for all that
had happened and was about to happen. When Anarkali
asked her about her decision, Mehru Nisa Begum looked at
her with eyes that appeared red and raw and said, “This is
not up to me to decide Nadira. My fate has been sealed.
You can never refuse the Padishah’s proposal.” She
continued with a cold sob, “But I told you before, I will die
without my Khan.”
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A Thousand Nights Ago
by
Emaan Ali
A Thosuand Nights Ago
Tonight, the water in the lake itself does not stir even
slightly. The surface is free of ripples and lies uncannily
unmoving. The full moon, in all its brilliance, is flawlessly
reflected in the lake. To most onlookers, the sight would
strike an undeterrable certainty of the lake transforming
into a direct portal to a world beyond our own. But to the
few who know better, this night signifies a strange
intersection between two constants. It is a night of
anticipation, and some might even go on to claim that it is a
night riddled with enchantment.
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“I fear Deo Safaid may rise again,” I say to him, glad that
I hid my form so as it would not mirror my guilt. Naabil
turns sharply. There is a stilted pause.
“When?” he barks.
“Soon,” I answer quietly.
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“You had the same dream I did, did you not?” The fairy
considers me and nods.
“Where are the other five?” I ask.
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further. I say my thanks but pause. “Do you know why Deo
Safaid is rising? Why now, after a thousand years?”
The jalpari shakes her head. “Sometimes all it takes is a
ripple to create a roar.” I do not understand. “What do you
mean?” “A giant dies after completely surrendering
emotions like regret and revenge. He was never properly
sealed there. His curse upon your kinds tied him here. He
was always meant to rise. It was qismet.”
“Your soul is yet to undergo its true test. I cannot tell you
what your soul looks like. It will reveal itself to you on its
own, but all in due time.”
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The girl has golden brown hair and light eyes that are
painfully familiar, but I do not place them. Her cheeks are
red and ruddy, and she cradles an old, beaten-up rectangle
box in her arms. A closer look from over her shoulder
confirms to me that it is a chessboard. How odd. She shook
the chessboard, and a few strange shapes fell out and
littered the ground with sparse grass. They are all carved
crudely from black stone and are faceless. Seven of the
figures have wings, one has a sword, and the last one is
slightly larger than the others.
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“Names have power. I will not give you mine. Only the
oldest of Jinnat know my name,” I tell, somewhat sternly.
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“No. Luckily for me, it has only been the good ones. I
suspect you are one of them, too,” she says shrewdly,
which leads me to ask,
The chess set keeps distracting me. “Where are the other
chess pieces? Why do these ones look so… strange?” I
demand, advancing to take a closer look at the board. Irha
tugs the board closer to her, almost protectively.
“I did not lose them! They have always been like this,”
she says defensively, “My mother gave it to me. This is the
only thing I have of hers now.” I retreat. Something tells
me that this is the girl. If her seeing Jinnat is not a dead
giveaway, I do not know what is.
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Forge of Legend
by
Komal Salman
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For several weeks, the boys dug and dug and dug. The
tunnels had now formed a little connected passageway
running below the village. Earlier, they had decided to dig
for three consecutive full moons. However, they started to
lose hope far sooner but continued to dig anyway for days
on end sporadically after procrastination.
One day, one of the boys flipped over a shovelful of dirt.
In the pile, he saw something coloured. Picking it up, he
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Into the last shaft, the air felt different, but lo behold! The
stone was indeed real. It sat in a temple in all its glory. As
instructed, the party put the stone in a large, cushioned case
they had brought with them, should they find it. As they
walked back to the passage, it felt like they were being
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With each level they climbed up, the stone felt heavier
and heavier. By the time they got to the topmost level of
the mine, their knees felt like they would buckle. They
made their way out by dragging, pushing, and shoving the
weight with them. Little did they know that it was all for
nothing. They caught a glimpse of their commanding
officer grin at them before they blacked out. The officer
passed orders for the team underground to be collected, and
those who made it out were rushed to a hospital. Then, he
personally took the gemstone to the political agent of the
region. They knew that word would spread. Thus they tried
to avoid suspicion by being discreet. Precious as it was, the
gem was taken to the Viceroy personally, with no guard
other than his own. After the Viceroy inspected it, he
shipped it off immediately, with protocol, as a gift for Her
Majesty, Queen Victoria.
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Whilst the rebels did their work, the Princess, and Heiress
Apparent, Zeba Azazeel, evaluated her options. She had
always feared that her father, being a Deo, was destined to
be put to this test again, as he shall live far longer than
mortals. And with generations, mortals tend to lose their
memory. But, even at her tender age of one thousand, three
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hundred, and nine years, for a jinn, yes, she had seen
enough to know this about humankind. So, seeking the
counsel of her advisors and handmaids, the Princess swore
to return the gemstone to its rightful place before the next
full moon, the power of the Seal, and the sacred order, the
peace, and her kingdom to be broken.
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The Queen passed her a stern look. “Who is this girl who
thinks it is her place to tell me what needs to be done in my
Palace? Ridiculous!” she thought to herself.
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The Queen read her eyes. She was bold, brave and loyal
to her kingdom and subjects. She would not be easy to
dissuade.
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Ahmar and Abyad had already cleared the way for her.
They had shape-shifted into two white men and stolen the
uniform of palace guards before they took one of the doors
to the vault. Bhoora Dilkash, now a parrot, flew to her.
This was her cue that the coast had been cleared. Princess
Zeba shot towards the vault which held the stone.
Her Majesty mustered all the courage she could and
exited the hall, ordering the guards to immediately ready a
horse for her.
The guards exchanged worried glances. “B..but…Your
Majest…” said one, “I said, NOW!” the Queen thundered.
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A few days later, as the ship crossed the Suez Canal, she
stopped in her tracks. The Captain had orders not to rest
anywhere overnight, and the staff worked in shifts. He
called all hands aboard on deck and frantically shouted
orders to set her off again and guard the Princess's cabin
and the gem. As they looked around, a small boat with no
oars was headed straight towards the ship. On it, with a
stick, was a lantern, which glowed so brightly that they
could feel the warmth radiating from it. Spellbound and
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the Ahadith and Sunnah, the words and actions of the Last
Prophet of Allah, Muhammad (S).” the Sultan answered
him respectfully. “Is there something you wish for me to
bring to you Hazrat?” he continued.
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The call for battle was made. The jinaat clapped glee,
seeing that the Sultan had no armour and was armed with
only a sword around his waist. Azazeel, on the other hand,
was at the apparent advantage, for he shape-shifted into a
centaur. Then, with his broad chest glowing white with fire,
his sword and hooves of smelted red hot iron, eyes on fire,
pursed lips which made his mouth look like it had
disappeared, and mane of embers, he charged for the
Sultan.
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clothes burnt, but his sword did not so much as singe him.
However, the Sultan was down on his knees. Aiming to
deliver the final blow, Azazeel used all this might and
delivered a blow so powerful and so close that when the
Sultan ducked, it burnt the Sultan's hat, throwing Azazeel
off balance. Seizing the moment, the Sultan swung the
Zulfiqar and held it to Azazeel’s throat. Perspiring, Azazeel
threw away his weapon.
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The Phenomenal Lahore
by
Rida Ashraf
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She glanced at the white building; it was the first time she
had visited the subcontinent's galaxy of literature. Her
colleague gestured with her hand. She smacked her bag on
the table and gave a stir-crazy expression. “Don't tell me
we're sitting here wasting our time discussing Lahore's rich
culture and then going home because I could write it down
without wasting my time.”
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Arooj was her senior, and it had been more than a year
since she had worked with her and understood how difficult
it could be if things did not go her way, as well as how
supportive she is in reaching a conclusion and assisting her
team. She was an excellent team leader. She was familiar
with Mariyam and her strategies, but this time she was
determined to win the competition and secure the slot with
a fresh, unique, and well-written piece.
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“We certainly know a lot about the city and its charisma,
but I want something distinct and different that adds a new
viewpoint to the ideas of readers and viewers.” Arooj
eventually expresses her concern while sipping her coffee.
“Lahore has a history; many unfurled stories, both happy
and sad. It's not an easy topic to write about. Lahore's
narrative is difficult in and of itself. What have you come
up with so far?”
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were literary hubs, but Lahore is.” His eyes widened at the
mention of Lahore, and he continued, “I would prefer to
call it Lahore tea house before or after division. So the
charm of this intellectual oasis endures.” He takes another
drink of tea from a cream-colored china pot.
For the first time, both paused for a few moments to look
at the heading written in bold words on Arooj's notebook
and remained silent for a few moments, considering and
evaluating what he said. Arooj had a relationship with this
site, but she came here today to gather some knowledge
and utilize it later for business, but from a completely
different perspective. Mariyam, on the other hand, saw this
Pak tea house as a blank slate. She was admiring the
interior design and the artwork on the walls. Some were
quite famous ones in her dictionary but there were some
she barely knew about.
Kabhi Fursat mile tu Chale an
Hum ne cheeni k dabay main chupa rakhi hai,
tumhare hissy ki Elachi
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“The stories are all around us; we simply need to look for
them and want to share them with others. Many artists,
poets, and authors have been overlooked in this city, but it
is still happening at this moment. We completely disregard
an artist's right to be paid in the name of spirituality. This is
why many of them end up seeking shelter under the open
sky with a hungry stomach, children despising their
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Bay’ah of Altamas
by
Shoaib Hadeed
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Chapter 1
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Chapter 3
It's a calm and beautiful sight. The only thing is, my heart
is pounding against my chest as if it's trying to find an
escape from this body. Just a few minutes ago, I was in my
bed, and it was night. Now, the sun is up, and it's the
middle of the day. A huge window is inside a room that
only has my shadow accompanying me. I move closer to
see what the view outside is like. I reach closer and realize
I'm a hundred stories above. The fear of heights kicks in. I
instantly hold on to the glass for support so that my knees
don't give up.
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"It would have been easier if you had come to this place
the first time. I couldn't help you there as it would confuse
you a lot more and could get us in trouble." Trouble?! What
is this? What am I talking about? What is this reflection
talking about? Can I wake up already?!
"You're awake! I can explain everything, but first, you
need to calm down and get a hold of yourself."
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"You didn't sign, but you did imprint your thumb on it,
like five times. You only needed to do it three times,
though." Altamas smirked.
"You tricked me! I don't want to be in this contract. Take
me back to my room!" I object again. Altamas takes a deep
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sigh and explains, "You can now only get out of this
contract when we are done with the task, or we both can
spend our time locked up in that boring room while you are
proclaimed missing by your family. Trust me, we both are
happier if we just get on with the task." My fear is gone.
All I can think of is how a jinn has duped me into a contract
allowing him to possess me. Nuts!
"We have to capture Nijal, the other jinn you saw last
night. Relax, let's just take it a step at a time. It's a miracle
that you haven't puked yet. Let's just go back home and
figure it out." Altamas tries to comfort me.
Finally, I can go home!
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It's the hour of dawn, and now the architecture and layout
of the house are visible in my head. I can recognize the
stairs, the kitchen, the hall and the entrance to my house,
which has no door.
"Why are there no doors?" I curiously ask Altamas.
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Chapter 7
It's the ability to choose. It's their free will to change the
course of their destiny which separates them from the rest
of the creations.
Nijal was confused. He, too, had the will to change his
destiny. Sayeen Zahoor explained to him that what he
perceives as free will is just an illusion, an illusion of
choice. It was then, Nijal realized that the ability of humans
lies in their belief and their faith. They are the creators
themselves. Using imagination and science, they can
transmit an event happening in one place of the world to
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will inside it. It is the only tool which can stop Nijal from
terrorizing the human community.
Parwana told us the story, which raised a question. Why
me? She sighed in disappointment and expected that her
story would have cleared any doubts.
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"Do you feel that? It's the time! Push through the tree and
follow this feeling. Our will together will carry us to the
place from where this wind blows." Altamas prepares us.
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Chapter 8
It's dark. The dark cloud over this house that we transition
to reminds me of last night. It was the same screaming
night I woke up to. There's a wall behind me and in front of
us is a house that seems to be haunted. There are no doors,
and a few branches and weeds are covering the house. I
reach for Babar, the Sabre, and pull it out of the sheath. The
energy gripping Babar is extraordinary.
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Chapter 9
Nijal looked weak, but it was obvious that his spirit didn't
break. He had tasted the power of free will and creation. On
the other hand, I had experienced the power of a jinn in me.
My ability to choose and my free will was Nijal's desire.
We were not that different, just from different dimensions.
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I wish that I could have gone with him and seen the
whole Mujrik council. What kind of Jinns would preside? I
walked into the door of my home only to knock my head
against it, forgetting I couldn't pass through unless I was
possessed. I ring the bell, and my brother shows up.
"You wait, ama will take out your jinn, rascal." Uqbah
lets me inside.
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she had been a child, and even though she would have
preferred a longer trip with more sightseeing, this was a
good start.
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The man behind her raised his hand as if to reach out for
her and grab her by the shoulder. His eyes snapped from
her to Maeena. At that moment, the temperature dropped
even further, and ice flooded her veins. They both opened
their mouths, the jaws elongating further than they should
have.
Maeena woke up with a start, the cool wind from the fan
already drying up her sweat. She was clutching the printed
bedsheet in her hand. Her tied-up hair sitting on the top of
her head with strands brushing against her skin. This was
the third time she had had this dream; it started distinctly
each time, with her sometimes sitting in a boat or atop a
horse, with the sun shining upon them or a sunset lighting
up the sky. However, it always ended the same horrifying
way, leaving her with a pounding heart.
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She bowed her head down, closing her eyes as she recited
Ayat-ul-Kursi. The faces floated behind her closed eyelids,
the features contorting even more so. She didn't open her
eyes until she had repeated the Ayat three times –three
times to protect the whole neighbourhood. That's what she
had grown up learning; once for your own protection,
twice for your entire house, and thrice for your entire
neighbourhood. She imagined a light blue protective dome
forming around her as she recited the words, letting that
image bring her comfort.
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Maeena didn't move, afraid that her legs had given up, but
when Eliza glared back at her, she finally took the first
step. Her entire body was shaking but at least she didn't fall
to the ground. Once she was seated back in the car, she
couldn't stop thinking of the screech. Her phone flashed
multiple messages from Saniya. She looked up at her quiet
friend sitting near the other window. Saniya's chestnut
brown eyes behind a round frame were studying her, a
small worried furrow between her eyebrows.
Is everything alright with you?
The text read followed by multiple messages.' Before she
could reply, more texts popped up.
You seem pale; are you feeling nauseous?
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Maeena did mean it when she said that she'd tell them
that night, but by the time they reached the hotel in Naran,
they were all exhausted. They had chosen a single room to
share in hopes of having a late-night party. The hopes of
that party died when the hotel guide informed them that
they should visit Lake Saif-ul-Malook tomorrow. Maeena
had been planning to leave that till the end of the trip.
However, despite choosing a weekend with blue skies, the
moody weather had decided otherwise. The predicted rain
meant that the only safe option was to visit the lake before
the roads got too dangerous. On top of that, they had to
visit it early in the morning as it took hours to get to the
lake even in a jeep.
The party of four fell into their beds, thinking they'd stay
up late but falling asleep before the clock struck twelve.
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even though she felt anything but cold. Even though this
dream had not been worse than the ones she had had
before, Maeena felt disturbed. She recited the Ayat-ul-
Kursi while staring at the ceiling, listening to the rise and
fall of breaths in the room.
The jeep ride started calmly; all four girls sleepy as they
bundled into the car. The bumpy road did not make that last
for long though, as they quickly realized they would not be
able to sneak in a nap. The driver kept them updated about
the bumps, talking about the rainy weather expected the
next day. When they got closer to the lake, the driver asked
them if any of them knew the story of the lake. Why it was
called Lake Saif ul-Malook, and his question was met only
by Saniya.
"It has something to do with fairies; that's all I know."
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The same word that she had heard since the trip began.
She knew it meant help, but she did not understand what it
meant for her. Was she seeking help? Was someone
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seeking help from her? What kind of help were they talking
about, and why her?
"Ma'am?" the familiar voice snapped her out of her
reverie as she glanced up to see the driver staring at her
with concern etched in his eyes. "Are you okay, Madam?"
"Yes, yes." was all she could croak out before turning to
aim for her friends.
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Clearly, she was not the only one who had felt its call to
sleep because, one by one, people retired to go to sleep.
Their chattering, confined to their tents, slowly quietened
before disappearing entirely. It left behind just the wind,
and Maeena fell asleep to its unheard lullaby.
She was up, groggy but up, without knowing why. The
confusion didn't last for long, though; their tent flap was
billowing with the wind, depositing icy winds inside.
Someone must not have zipped it completely. An irritated
Maeena squirmed out of her sleeping bag, trying not to
disturb her friends. How they remained asleep in this cold
was beyond her understanding. She grabbed the edge of the
flap, pulling it towards her. Only she couldn't. Frosty
fingers had wrapped around her wrist. Her initial thought
was to grab her taser, but when she took in the fingers, she
realized that may not be of help. The fingers seemed
corroded, almost metallic, as they scraped against her skin.
The nails had turned grey, with knuckles that protruded
with bits of bone. Maeena could feel a scream building up
in her chest when a gentle voice floated into her ears.
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Maeena let out a breath she didn't know she had been
holding. The fear swirled in her body but watching the
dance, a new emotion blossomed; desire. Desire to step
onto the surface of the water as Maeena danced alongside
them.
Her feet were moving before her mind had caught up,
aiming for the shore. The figures grew closer, the wind
louder, the symphony guiding their moves, or – maybe – it
was their moves guiding the symphony.
The grass tickled her bare feet, yet she did not shift her
gaze from the dance. She felt hypnotized, the spell breaking
the minute her feet came in contact with the rippling waves.
It's cold lick feeling more like a bucket of freezing water.
The wind died, and the couple froze mid-step. From this
distance, she could see the woman was adorned in a long
traditional red frock while her forehead was covered with
a mathapati that glittered in the moonlight. Her hands were
placed on the shoulders of a man dressed in similar
traditional attire; white shalwar kameez and a red
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Maeena waited for the cold to hit her. She opened her
eyes, praying she was back in her sleeping bag when she
did or even her own room. In front of her lay a reflective
surface, the lake, and beyond it, she could see the tiny
shadows of what had to be tents. Her breath hitched in her
chest, feeling the wind caress the back of her neck.
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Tears had blurred her vision by this point. She knew she
had played a part in it, remembering every time she was too
lazy to get the tote bag and substituted it for plastic. She
remembered how the idea of buying a metal straw seemed
too expensive even though she spent hundreds on a drink.
She remembered making excuses for eco-friendly products
one way or another, and it was all those memories that
made her cry. She might not have caused this directly, but
she knew she played a part, and that was enough to
overwhelm her with guilt.
Maeena's heart hurt, but as she looked into the grey eyes
of the fairy in front of her, she knew she would do anything
to righten her past wrongs. She nodded, not trusting herself
to speak.
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The next morning when Maeena woke up, her eyes were
swollen, and her head hurt. There was purpose blossoming
in her heart, a purpose that she wanted to extend to her
friends as well as those beyond them.
She knew it would take time for her to do. She knew she
would stumble. However, she knew why she had to stick
with it. This world was not just hers; it was not just for
humans. Instead, it was a haven for so many.
The wind blew around her, and even though it did not
whisper to her this time, she knew what it wanted to say. It
was like the caress of the fairy, the kindness of her eyes. It
was an encouragement to do what was right and a reminder
that she was not alone in this fight.
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“Bibi (lady), I have told you that it's the king's order. You
have to let him go. Otherwise, everyone in your household
will get Tussis. We will not be blamed for using force in
case you don't.” The soldier argued with the crying mother.
With hesitance, the mother stepped back as another soldier
took the child and placed him in the horse cart.
Looking at the mother's tear-stricken face felt as if
someone had taken a dagger and pierced it through Manaal.
She remained rooted in her spot, waiting for the soldier to
move as doing otherwise could have her land three months
in the dungeons of Mansura, the capital. Making her way to
the mother, Manaal placed a shaking hand on her shoulder
and said “We will find a way out. Your boy will come back
to you.” whilst a tear rolled down her cheek.
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The library had never felt this far for Manaal as it did
today. The event she encountered had become a daily
occurrence yet every time she came across something
similar, her heart would burn as despite it being two
months, they were nowhere near a cure. Her thundering
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“I don't know when you will learn this Manaal, but this is
a library, not our living room where you can barge in like
this as if the world is ending.” Releasing a breath, he did
not realize he was holding, Sarim slumped on the cushion
he was previously occupying. He averted his gaze to the
book he had been reading, a gift from his teacher Ustaad
Maroof.
“Oh please.” Manaal rolled her eyes and closed the book
with a thud on Sarim's hand. “Don't even get me started
Sarim. Being here in the library- hiding here- don't look at
me like that- can't make you deny the reality we are facing,
that our world is ending.” Shoving the parchment in her
twin's hands, she started pacing back and forth in the
spacious library.
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“Every day is a struggle for me. Some days I still hear his
voice Manaal as he asked me to end his suffering. How
could I paint my hands with my brother's blood yet now I
think I could have reduced his pain?” Sarim's voice broke
as his sister searched his eyes. “But I have been trying
Manaal to get out of this dark well I have fallen in. I have
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“I know Tariq was a part of our heart and you have every
right to feel as if a dagger is being pierced through you. I
feel it too when I hear his name Sarim, but I want you to
know that we are together in this. We will not let this
disease do more damage than it has done. We will complete
what we started with Tariq: we will not just help Ustaad
Maroof find a cure; we will find it with him.”
“Do you really think after all this we can still find a cure
Manaal?”
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“Where are we? How long have we been knocked out for
that it's morning already?” Sarim rubbed the sand out of his
eyes.
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One moment they were at the shore and the next they
were in a shanty shack. Manaal clutched Sarim's arm and
took a step back.
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“If you already work there, why can't you take it?”
Manaal asked Azam. “They have these things called
detectors around that can sense our presence. But since they
are designed for jinns, they can't detect humans so you can
slide by without any issue.” Manaal just nodded, even
though she didn't understand a word.
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Just as the court man finished, the door flew open behind
a man in a simple blue robe. As he made his way to the
king's dais, gasps of shock and whispers echoed as they
realized that it was none other than King Shayan.
“What is this traitor doing here? How dare you step into
the land you betrayed!” Bozan’s voice boomed.
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raani finding its way into my nose. I couldn’t wait to, once
again, be there for her.
“Soroush! Salman made daal!” My thoughts were
interrupted by my peer, Reza. I nodded to him in
confirmation, as I picked the bound memo up, previous
letters bulging out from it, and put the paper within one of
the folds and slipped it into my bag.
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The sun was nowhere in sight, but her skin glittered like
diamonds in the glow the clouds reflected. Her smile was
everything I could ask for. It held warmth and comfort, as
well as the very meaning of home. It was my haven through
everything in life.
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had moved on and let the moon shine its mighty glow to
reveal the narrow path that snaked between the tall trees.
We were approaching a small clearing, and all I could see
was one thin line of a stream flowing stealthily, finding its
way by breaking into branches and reuniting again through
the gigantic boulders blocking its path. But the hushed
gasps were enough to confirm that everyone else saw the
same sight I did.
The ranks were broken, and every single man had now
lent himself to confusion and fright. We were not sure what
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Most men, now burnt, lay to their sides, their skin soot
black, and their faces, frozen in panicked expressions. This
was no ordinary fire. It seemed as if it had descended from
the depths of Hell itself, and found its abode here, with us,
its victims. Faint flames danced atop the bodies, while I
stood in utter shock, failing to move any part of me, tears
gathering in my eyes at the deep belief that I would not be
returning to the person who gave me a reason to breathe.
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“Run!” Reza cried out, pushing off against the tree trunk,
leaving his bag behind, and I followed suit. We had only
covered a few yards when I looked back, to find the beast
nowhere in sight. My steps had begun to slow down out of
sub consciousness and the belief that it was not, in fact,
coming after us. The bellow sounded a third time, this time
to my right. Dread, once again, shot through my veins, as I
shot a look towards the woods, and saw it heading in my
direction.
It jumped up, high into the air, the stars in its background,
and I was prepared for sweet death to take me away. I
wouldn’t be seeing my jaan again, nor would I ever be able
to meet my sweet little angel, whose name we had yet not
thought of. I would never be able to lay my head on ammi
jaan’s lap again, nor will I ever listen to her narrations of
grand tales of yore. Reza would be left unaided to survive
this epic ordeal. My soul would travel the seven skies and
reunite with the Almighty, and I wouldn’t live to tell the
story. I closed my eyes, ready to step into a different world.
Reza’s screams were louder than ever, and I felt death
surround me.
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Mahik Sohail
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“What girl doesn’t like mehndi? Ammi even dyes her hair
with it. You’re so weird,” Hajra glowered and Hala
shrugged nonchalantly.
Oddly enough, Hala Imran shared no interests similar to
the girls in her town. It was always a concern of her fretting
phupho that Hala was born with too many outrageous
ambitions. For instance, at one of her cousin’s wedding,
Hala joined the men during bhangra, which sparked a
scandalous wave of gossip through the elderly; Hala
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chawal (lentil and rice) were put to a halt and spicy meat
dishes like biryani and koftas filled their home.
Whilst Hala soaked the rice, she suddenly remembered
the request she had posed to Ahad and quickly settled the
bowl of rice onto the counter, dashing towards the living
room. She carefully scrutinized the room. Confirming that
phupho was nowhere in sight, she secretly whispered to
Hajra.
“Is Ahad home yet?” Giddily, she asked.
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“See, don’t call him fat again or he’ll stomp over you,”
Ahad ridiculed, a smirk lifting his lips.
Hala scoffed, sitting atop the bricked edge of the wall.
“Okay, now, tell me, did you get it for me?” She
impatiently asked and he rolled his eyes, lips twisting into a
slight smile.
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Hala folded her arms and imitated his actions. The silence
prolonged. Then she shook her head discreetly. “I refuse to
ever love,” she concluded and something dark flicked in
Ahad’s eyes, his face losing color.
“Why?” He rasped, his persistent gaze surveying Hala.
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“If ammi didn’t love me, she would have lived a beautiful
life too,” Hala choked.
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Before Hala could question it, Ahad had left through the
door. There was a scrunched-up newspaper in her grip. She
unwrapped the item.
A pair of glistening jalebi warmed her hand.
A few hours after phupho left, Abu had also gone to greet
some of his friends from Islamabad. Hala was bored out of
her mind as she washed some dirty dishes and cleaned up
the living room. She turned on the television but there was
only one channel airing with nothing interesting so she
switched it off.
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A chill wave cascaded down the back of her neck and she
screamed, lunging out of the sofa. There was a presence.
She could feel an existence beside hers.
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Hala put her feet down, sitting up. The lighted splint
stayed floating, its flare sparking to life as air passed
through. Was she hallucinating? How else was she
supposed to make sense of this uncanny encounter?
Gathering her strength, she stood to her quivering feet.
“Who dare summon Marghab?”
Hala dropped to her knees in terror. The bold
disapproving tone made her heart plummet, as if she was
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Hala’s existence really did snatch her away from the only
desire she ever had. Hala’s heart flowed with anguish as
she withheld hot tears.
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“Ahad, you say.” The image was of Ahad. The voice was
of the jinn. Hala halted.
“Who is that, you see?” The voice mocked.
This was not Ahad.
She hated that the jinn could play mind games and
manipulate her. She remembered reading somewhere that
humans were the smartest beings created on earth: it
seemed like a lie because currently she felt unbearably
weak and embarrassed. It never struck her that the world of
the unseen was an existence as true as hers. Human were so
egocentric; their minds refused to comprehend that this
earth was home to other mysterious species.
Because what you can’t see, won’t hurt you.
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Ahad was just her cousin. Ahad was just her phupho’s
son. He was just someone who smiled the warmest when he
met her eyes. He was someone who made her feel more
alive. He was the one she bickered with about romance
novels. He was just someone she wished to see every day,
all the time.
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“In her last days, she held you every night whilst your
father cried on her shoulder.” Hala’s chest ached and she
curled into herself.
“You know what she told me that night?” Hala looked
up.
“The last ten days spent with you were her happiest in
this lifetime.”
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And the fire depleted. The room was back to its original
form, almost like she had dreamt the entire experience. The
pendant against her chest was lighter and the exploded light
bulb had restored. Everything felt the same except… the
smoky scent remained, confirming that she hadn’t dreamt
the entire outwardly experience.
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again. The only difference was that this time, it was Ali
with whom she was promising to spend the rest of her
life. To most people, it would remind them of the
tortuous marriage they had just let go of, however,
Naila thought of it as a new beginning with the man
she had rebelled against society for. The man she grew
up with.
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