The darkness of the night was spreading. Hussain and Jameel, the 19-year-old boy who was full of youth, entered the police station with his lawyer and Maulvi Sahib. There was a world of ho all around. During the meeting, the sound of walking on the floor could be heard. After a while, a prisoner was brought into handcuffs in front of the audience.
His hands were chained, and he was sitting on a chair in front of this handsome boy. His face was marked with the marks of torture. He had just awoken from sleep. That’s why his eyes were still closed.
We will reduce your punishment if you get your daughter married to Muhammad Qaiser Abdul Rahman Yusuf. His lawyer was seated a little ahead. His hands were on the table as well.
Look at the believer. He was taking his offer very seriously.
When Momin heard the lawyer’s words, he looked at Hussain boy sitting in front of him with surprise and uncertainty. The 19-year-old boy from a wealthy family wanted to marry his daughter, a five-year-old girl. Then he seems to be his uncle, there are relations. How can this be? His niece is rare. A “Believer” protest was evoked.
He carefully studied the boy sitting in front of him in the yellow light. “Siggy is not my niece. “Break your silence. That “good boy”. Sit up straight. Now look at them.
His disclosure had put Momin Sahib in a state of uncertainty. What do you mean it’s not your niece? “Your sister’s daughter is your sister’s daughter, right?” Just say it, there’s no niece. It doesn’t mean anything. The lawyer asked in a very strict tone, “Don’t go into too much detail. Just tell me, didn’t you agree to get married?”
By the way, I agree, but what will you get by marrying a five-year-old girl? Just look at this. Don’t worry about us. “We’ve brought the Maulvi Sahib with us. So tell me, will you marry your daughter Nayab to our Muhammad Qaiser Abdul Rahman Yusuf?”
