Chapter 1 – Woh Pehla Wada
Barish ki halki halki boonden aangan ke mitti se mil kar ek meethi si khushboo phaila rahi thi.
Aafreen chhoti si wooden kursi par baithi, apne dada ki tasbeeh ghumati ja rahi thi.
Dada ka kamra — jiski deewarein purani kitaboon aur Qurani ayaton se bhari hui thi — uske liye dunya ka sabse sukoon bhara kona tha.
"Beti," dada ki awaaz hamesha ki tarah narm thi, "ek din tumhari zindagi ka faisla tumhare haath me nahi hoga… lekin tum apni rooh ka faisla hamesha Allah ke haath me rakhna."
Aafreen ne sir hila diya. "Main wada karti hoon, dada… jis bhi ghar jaaungi, apne Rabb ka naam sar utha ke loongi."
Dada muskuraye. "Aur apna dil…?"
Aafreen ne tasbeeh ki dor ko zor se pakad liya. "Woh usi ka hoga jo mujhe Allah ka rasta dikhaye… chahe uska chehra mujhe ajnabi lage."
Dada ne haath uthake dua di, lekin unke dil ke kisi kone me ek bechaini thi.
Kya wo ajnabi jo Aafreen ka hoga… uski rooh bhi waise saaf hogi jaise Aafreen ka dil hai?
Us waqt Aafreen ko kya pata tha… ke kuch saalon baad, ek shaam, ek rishta aayega jo sirf naam ka ajnabi hoga… aur jo uski zindagi ka sabse gehra imtihan banega.
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Aangan ke bahar, barish tez ho gayi thi… jaise aasman bhi is chhoti si larki ke liye koi likha hua raaz dhona chahta ho.
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