This story begins with My Cinderella. Thank you.
He offered to renovate our late mom’s house, some 3 km farther from my university.
That meant changing 3 busses instead of two.
But on second day, he claimed losing its keys and offered instead to buy me the Rs700,000 house near Abid’s house despite my objection to live near Abid.
But that house had already been sold.
He then offered to give me a room on rent nearby but I refused.
“What is your desire?” He finally cared to ask.
I showed him an apartment that belonged to Aunt Qudsia’s late husband, uncle Akhlaq. It was nearby my university.
Since my arrival to Pakistan in early 1998, Aunt Qudsia had given me its keys to repair its broken lock and keep it clean.
I asked him to talk to Aunt Qudsia to sell me that Rs250,000 apartment.
He kept negotiating its price until it reached Rs375,000. He then bought some cheap furniture and got one room furnished along with a computer.
He promised to send me Rs375,000 as soon as he returned to Saudi Arabia.
We then went to meet Abid.
Hamid told me NRL had demoted Abid to humiliate him and had put him on-call but won’t give him enough time to sleep.
I informed Abid that NRL actually wanted him to resign and I advised him not to but he insisted.
So I wrote him a simple resignation letter citing personal troubles. They dropped all charges, stopped humiliating him and released him with all dues cleared.
As soon as Hamid went back to Saudi Arabia, I moved into “Casa Nishani”, uncle Akhlaq’s apartment, which means “the House of the Sign of God.”
I used to call Saima Wada (The Promise) but now I started calling her Nishani (sign or the fulfilment of The Promise).
In late May, at the start of my summer vacations, I went out and bought furniture for the rest of the apartment as well as necessary electrical appliances and updated my relatives of my news.
After a week, Aunt Qudsia showed up. I asked her to wash her feet (hands) while I went out and bought Biryani, a delicious chicken rice dish.
After the lunch, she tried to come to the point but the angel of God tried to kill her and a great fear fell upon her.
She asked me to enquire from God why her heart was giving her trouble.
I told her her evil intentions were putting her at risk.
She then changed her evil plans and asked me nicely about my payment plans for the apartment.
I told her she still had not shown me the ownership documents. She could choose Rs375,000 cash or Rs600,000 paid in 60 equal installments.
She chose Rs600,000 and went away.
I informed my brothers of the new deal.
After a while, I received a call from Hamid insisting me to see the ownership documents before paying a single penny and advised me to request Aunt Qudsia to give me a letter authorizing me to install a land line as my cellular phone was very noisy.
On the other hand, he informed Aunt Qudsia of my expected visit and advised her not to give me any letter unless I paid Rs600,000 in cash first.
My stupid briefcase had a stuck lock. I got it repaired and went to nearby branch of MCB and asked them to give me traveller checks in lieue of $2500 cash.
They said they had no traveller checks and as soon as I went out, they called a cellular number.
Two thugs followed me on a bike, asked the rickshaw driver to stop and robbed me off of my money.
When I went to Aunt Qudsia, she demanded payment of Rs600,000 in cash and refused to show me the papers or even their copies.
I told her she couldn’t change the deal now. It’s either Rs600,000 in installments or nothing unless I consent.
She told me she could get me thrown out of Casa Nishani along with my stuff in a matter of two days.
I challenged her to do that because I no longer intended to pay a penny nor vacate the apartment, either.
Now this is how God fulfilled the promise of marrying me to Saima without actually fulfilling the Condition.