In the whirlwind, when I asked her if she had ever been in love with anyone. He laughed and said, "In the midst of love, I was born and I will die between them."
He told me his story. He said the people in the neighborhood where he regained consciousness were extraordinarily loving. We three children living in adjoining houses grew up playing with each other. I am Abdul Hameed, Arusa Mehboob and third or third Rahat Shamim. Rahat was an eunuch.
When we played together as children, we didn't even know the difference between men and women. The three of us were the children of very good parents. My wife and I were the same age. Rahat was 2 years younger than us.
When the relief came, the bride's parents and I decided that the new guest would never be allowed to feel that there was something missing. He kept his promise. The bride and I were especially comfortable. He learned to walk by holding our hands. If a child teased her at school, we would both defend her. In those days every happiness in the world was available to us but for how long? One day we had to grow up. It was a test to deal with the bitter realities of the times.
Rahat Shamim was a very smart person. There was sophistication in his personality. From the beginning she liked to wear boys clothes. He talked like a boy. Unlike most people of the third sex, he did not have the flexibility.
At the age of thirteen or fourteen, when boyhood and adolescence began, an unannounced ban was gradually imposed on me and my bride. She started taking dupatta. There would be a meeting at school, of course. No such ban was imposed on Rahat. He spent half the time with me and the other half with the bride.
Rahat was fond of taking pictures. He used to take pictures with the bride and me all the time. The mobiles of the three of us were full of these pictures. Time passed. The three of us did masters. I got a decent job. The bride has to look her best during this time, because of posterity more than anything else. The bride and my parents are worried about our marriage. When it comes to me and the bride, it was natural. There can be no more suitable relationship than this. I refused and so did he. We told our parents that we had never seen each other that way.
After my refusal came another good relationship of the bride. He said yes. Chit Mangni Putt Biya. She left us. The neighborhood became desolate. I was sad, I felt comfortable in bed for a few days. Rahat was an eunuch. Now this was the stage of my marriage but before that there was a commotion. The bride's husband looked at the pictures of Rahat and the bride on his mobile phone. Most of the time, they were both smiling.
Rahat always wore clothes from boys, made hair like boys. The bride's husband settled her in her parents' house. She screamed that Rahat is an eunuch. Her husband said, "She is not a transgender person. She looks like a boy." The bride's parents also tried to persuade the son-in-law. "I'm not crazy," he said. If she is a transgender person, let her dance in front of me like a transgender person. Things got worse. Now who can explain to him that Rahat has been like a boy from the beginning despite being a transgender person.
Finally, a jirga was held at the bride's house. Her husband was also there, when suddenly relief came. Everyone pressed their fingers into their teeth. He was dressed as a girl. She was well-groomed and had a delicate gait. Before anyone could say anything, he sang and danced on his cell phone. Dance in such a way that even professional transgender people would dance. Dancing, he went crazy. They all sat still like stones.
When the mobile finally became silent, he said to the bride's husband: Jija ji! I am the bird of paradise and the bride is my friend. Let go of anger He laughed and took the bride with him. They are gone. Everyone in the neighborhood cried for a long time that day. From the beginning Rahat was with us like a boy. When the pressure of circumstances forced her to dance, our hearts were hurt. I went to Rahat's house. He put his head on my shoulder and kept crying.
In the intensity of shock and grief, he said: If I were a man, I would not allow the bride to marry anyone else.
Who knew better than me? Inside, he fell in love with the bride. I kept tapping him; he even fell asleep crying. Then I came back home.
Now I had to express my personal grief. "Personal grief?"
I asked in surprise. "What is your personal grief?" He kept thinking quietly. The blizzard had intensified. he said
۔ ۔ ۔ ۔ ۔ "I also loved the bride and she wanted me. We both decided not to get married because of the comfort. If we had married each other, Rahat would have died of shock. We gave it equal status from the beginning. If we were to get married, he would say that we were free to have our own happiness as men and women, and that he had no happiness because of being a heterosexual.
Friendship demands sacrifice my friend.
All friends read Durood Sharif once
By reciting Durood Sharif once
The Almighty has mercy ten times.
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