05. Eid-ull-Fitr Mubarak by Ruhma Saqib
Nearly four years had drifted by since our graduation, and in that time, our paths had never crossed. One day, a mysterious call broke the silence, and its number was unknown to me. She was a girl with a voice that was familiar to me. Without wasting a moment, she said, “Hello, Akbar, you didn’t change your phone number yet. Thank God.” I cleared my throat and asked, “Do I know you?”. Her laughter intensified while she said, “I don’t know if you still remember me, but I still commemorate you. Leave all this aside, I am getting married next week.” She took a pause, saying this, and I didn’t say anything either. Her voice lowered when she came up with the invitation of her wedding. She spoke, her voice was soft and humble, like a gentle whisper in the wind, “It would bring me profound joy if you attend my wedding. Without you, my wedding would not be less than a funeral….” She cut off the line with a deep sigh which was clearly audible. I called back instantly as she hung up the phone....
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