At last his patience ended and two suited individuals approached him.
One of them asked him;
“Are you Mr. Gulbaz Sharif, the ex-prime minister of Pastan?”
“Oh sure I am…” Gulbaz replied.
They sit in their chairs and apologize for their delay and frankness;
“We are sent by the honorable Ambassador, he is not here as he has to fly for Zulimistan for some emergency meeting with the President and he has offered his apology for that.”
Then they give one briefcase to Gulbaz and tell him about the contents;
“This briefcase contains few files, Mr. Gulbaz, you can go through them. In two days time the ambassador would like to have your comments when he contacts you.”
He puts the briefcase on the table and asks them about refreshment which they refuse and leave the cabin.
After their departure, he picks up the brief case and comes out. Two guards escort him and two sit in his car.
The two cars started running after one another and soon come out from Hotel car parking to main road.
Mr. Gulbaz while sitting in car gazes at the brief case which is in his lap, continuously thinks about the contents of file. Suddenly his cell phone beeps. On the other end his brother Gulraz Sharif talks to him and inquires about the meeting with the ambassador.
“What happened Gulbaz…Did you talk to the ambassador…?”
“No, he didn’t come, instead sent two people, because he had to go Zulimistan. He has sent some files to study and he needs my comments about the file contents.” he briefed him.
“What! a brief case…?” Gulraz says astonishingly.
“Yes, but you need not be amazed.” Gulbaz says and tries to open the brief case.
“Brother, don’t open it, I smell something wrong…” Gulraz requested him in hurry.
But before, he could complete, the case is blown up with a huge explosion. Four men sitting inside are completely perished within no time and their bodies thrown into pieces. Everywhere there is bloodshed with scattered pieces of human organs. Gulbaz who was in this world just few moments before, now he is no more here and gone to the world where only Spirits live. The car that carried Gulbaz Sharif is not to be seen. It is scattered and the scene presents human limbs scattered far and wide. He was killed by that heavy explosion along with his guards. The escort car which struck with pole due to that blast, but those sitting inside are safe.
The news spreads in Masud Arab like a jungle fire and people start to gather. After sometime Mr. Gulraz Sharif along with his father Hajji Sharif reached the scene. The whole scene is filled with police vans and ambulance and outdoor mobile units of different TV channels.
Gulraz’s car stops on a side and he steps down in dismay. The police chief approaches him and requests him to leave the place for security reasons.
Gulraz agrees and dejectedly walks away from the site. He is filled with deep and non-explainable grief, opens car door, sits inside, puts his head in his father lap and starts crying. A flood of tears that is uncontrollable coming from his eyes. When he ever would weep, his elder and dearest brother Gulbaz always shared his sadness. But now no one here to share his sadness, no one to wipe off his tears and no one to dry his eyes. His old father tries to console him and says to him to accept the whole thing as God’s will.
But Gulraz keeps on crying and says;
“These Zulimistanees at last have killed him..! He tried to save himself from them but they succeeded in their cruel plans, Oh My God…! Who will dare to ask them for their cruelty..?”
The old man tries to satisfy him and says;
“Everything has to end one day. These will also be held accountable. Everyone has to answer for his deeds when presented before God on the Day of Judgment. Every sun that rises has to go down for sunset. This has been the policy of the Nature from its origin.”
He again prays to God;
“Oh God! For how long Muslims will be subjugated. Forgive us and our sins, keep Muslims united, and Give them strength to finish cruel in this world. Oh God..! Forgive my brother, for his whole life, he kept fighting for his country and sacrificed his life. Please accept his sacrifice.”
His father directs the driver to start the car and to move from this place. But Mr. Gulraz still watches the dreadful scene and feels that Gulbaz Sharif will call him from behind and requests him to take him along with them. He is feeling and listening Gulbaz voice in his heart;
“Oh Gulraz….please take me with you, why are you leaving me alone in this cruel place, I am your elder brother, I never left you in any cruel place alone, so why are you leaving me... why …why Gulraz..?”
But where..? Once anybody enters into life after death, he is gone forever, never returns back.”
Gulraz sobbingly asks Hajji Sharif while tears in his eyes;
“Does a human get power to kill the innocent people: does power mean might is right…?
Does it mean to kill anyone who wants to deprive a son from his father…?
Does it mean to push someone into orphanage by killing his father or mother..?
Dear father, these Zulimistanees played havoc with thousands of Kafaghanistani people in the name of Zalimans, killed them, banished them and segregated them. Why not somebody asks them for their negative and dual policies…?
All the non-Muslims join hands with them in their policies against Muslims. Why do they keep an enmity with Islam and Muslims…?
Why remain busy in planning against Muslims that how to create problems and how to destroy the economy of Muslims’ countries and how to carry own policies by which they can superimpose pressure on these countries so that these may not be able to stand on their own feet…?”
He takes a deep breath and continues to express his protesting passions:
“You see, father, most of the Christian countries are well equipped with latest nuclear technologies and they have used this nuclear power to kill millions of humans but when any Muslim country even tries to get this technology for only peaceful purpose, these Christian nuclear power countries start threatening, shouting and apposing against us not to get this nuclear technology. They use United Nations’ forum to impose sanctions to exert pressure upon us and also use Media of all modes to make full propaganda against us.”
Now he starts talking to God;
“Oh my God! My brother was innocent, if he had done something wrong, please forgive him, no doubt you are the greatest Forgiver.”
While they are in deep sadness, a beep is heard in his mobile. It’s Mrs. Gulbaz Sharif and the moment she confirms the death of Gulbaz, she starts sobbing.
In the meantime the Gulraz’s car enters the gate. All the members of family are standing outside while waiting for them anxiously. Mrs. Gulraz opens the door and finds Gulraz and his father Hajji Sharif fainted.
The abode of Gulraz in Masud Arab is overflowing with people who have come to condole the death of Gulbaz. Mr. Gulraz was all alone there to attend these people plus the incoming calls one after the other, all are adding more to his misery. And, above all, there is a sudden bad news that his father Hajji Sharif has a severe heart attack and he has fainted completely. Gulraz single handedly has to face all these, far away from his country.
Now he meets another fatal news that his father has passed away. For him this is the end of everything, he starts a crying like a baby. People try to condole but it’s a bit that too much for him. Someone clears his tears, someone shakes his shoulders, someone gives him water to drink, but there is no remedy for his sorrows and his condition