This is the story of one and a half years ago. The rising flames of the foreign war had scorched the foothills of the Swat Valley.

 *Tomorrow secretly?*

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This is the story of one and a half years ago. The rising flames of the foreign war had scorched the foothills of the Swat Valley. Millions of people of Swat and Bonir were forced to leave their homes and take shelter in the low-lying areas due to dust and gunpowder. Since they were given only a few minutes to leave their homes, these millions of people left their homes with only three hands and two clothes. These unmanned caravans came to Shergarh, Mardan, Swabi, Charsadda and Peshawar etc. under the open sky, on the side of the roads, surprised, confused and helpless. May Allah reward the people of the country who came to these areas from all over the country to share the pain of their countrymen and take care of them in this time of trouble. We were also engaged day and night in taking care of the victims by setting up a tent called "Kakakhel Relief Camp" adjacent to the wall of Darul Uloom in Shergarh (Mardan). The students had holidays and all the students were serving the victims of Swat wholeheartedly. 

It has been a matter of days that he left Darul Uloom in the late hours of the night to check on the colleagues responsible for the security of the camp. As I was walking through the rows of tents in the camp, I was suddenly stopped by a very sad voice. Someone was reciting poems in Pashto in a pained tone.... The pure and innocent tone was telling that there was a little girl who was singing a song. At the end of every verse of a voice drowning in pain came: "Kala Beh Raze?" (When will you come?). 

As soon as he saw me, a middle-aged man lying on a cot outside the tent got up and came to me and said in an apologetic tone, "Maulvi Sahib!" My daughter is Gul Sanga, she stays up late at night and wakes us up too.”

This man named Fazl Shakoor belonged to a village in Nangarhar province of Afghanistan, but his family had been living in Swat for the past thirty years. 

I sat there on the ground with Fazl Shakur. He said that he has only two children. Seventeen-eighteen-year-old Fazal Subhan and much younger Gul Sangha. On the birth of Gul Sanga, her mother fell in love with Allah and this little fairy was transferred to her aunt's lap. This girl was born with extraordinary intelligence and an extraordinary aptitude for poetry. He had hundreds of folk poems (called Tappe in Pashto) memorized. It was the glory of Allah that there was an extraordinary love between the two siblings. According to Fazal Shakur, his son used to kill his sister. He raised his sister more than his aunt. He used to carry her all day long and fulfill her requests. Fazl Shakur was often away from home in connection with his hard work. Gul Sangha used to call her brother "Lala". Now whenever it was night, she would sit down to remember Lala. She used to cry herself and made her father cry too. 

I asked, where is Lala and why is she keeping Gul Sangha in so much pain? 

Fazl Shakur brought his mouth to my ear and said in a confidential tone: "Hagha bara telle de" (He has gone up to Afghanistan). 

He started saying that my family is the family of Mujahideen. My father died fighting with Russian soldiers. I myself have fought against the Russians on many fronts. Showing the rod in his leg, Fazl Shakur's head was raised with pride and his voice was filled with emotion. When my only son became young, I said: "Children! When an infidel attacked your country, we were not sitting at home. Today, infidels from fifty countries have gathered and attacked your country. 

What came out of Lala's house? Gul Sanga's sleep was disturbed. Lala Lala used to search all over the house. Father used to say that we didn't want to tell him where Lala had gone, that after all she is a girl, she will wander around. At last, when Gul Sanga was very sad, the father said this:

"Son! Infidels have entered your home in your homeland, Lala has gone to drive them out. 

Hearing the words of Fazal Shakoor, I got up from there very heartbroken and depressed and came to Darul Uloom. The next day was for distribution of rations. Ration was being distributed from the store. I was sitting in the office with the guests from Karachi. The phone rang and the store supervisor was asking: “Teacher! There is a girl who is also asking for her elder brother's share, shall I give it?” I said: “No! Tell him to send his brother." He said: "She says that my brother has gone to drive out the infidels. It will come soon."

There was a flash in my mind and I suddenly remembered the story of Gul Sanga. I said to the caretaker: "Give him a brother's share." And it felt like someone had put a pinch of sand in my eyes. 

The next day, Mufti Abulbaba Shah Mansoor Sahib told me that a large stock of clothes has been collected, try to distribute all the clothes today. So he himself stood up along with the colleagues appointed to distribute the clothes. One by one people were coming and taking the clothes they needed. A cheerful girl came and the companion gave her two pairs according to her age. Instead of flinching, she spoke in a commanding tone: "Lala barkha hum rakah" (Give Lala's share too). 

The companion said: "Send Lala, he will take it himself." She said: "Hagha nishta khu der zar bah rashi" (He is not here, but he will come very soon). 

Winds started to blow in my heart and mind. I understood that this is the same Gul Sangha suffering from the separation of her brother. I

He pressed his partner's hand and said to give two male pairs to this girl. 

When she started taking Lala's couple, I told her

He gave a voice: "Gul Sange!! "

(Called the same in Pashto.)

She came and asked with her intelligent eyes:

"Tata Cha Khole my name? "

(Who told you my name?)

I didn't get any answer, so I said helplessly: "Lala"

"Good! Do you know Lala? Is she your friend?"

I had no choice but to confess. 

Now she spoke with great enthusiasm:

"Telepun Koi Tata"

(Does Lala call you?)

I reluctantly nodded again. 

"Suhui Kala Bah Razi?" "

(What does it say when it will come?)

I said: "Dir Zar" (Very soon). 

Hearing this, the brightness of his bright eyes increased immensely. Pointing to the pair of men in her hands, she said: "Zaka khuda saman varta jum kom" (I am collecting these things for him). 

In the evening of that day, I went to camp again and saw Fazl Shakur standing outside his tent. He said: "Come! Let me show you something." When the curtain of the tent was lifted, in one corner, men's clothes, soap, towel, men's slippers, etc. were neatly kept in an empty fruit box. Fazl Shakur's voice became wet. He said: "This is Lala's belongings which Pugli Gul Sangha has collected. There is a place that allows someone to touch it. I felt like I was going to suffocate and immediately came out of the tent. 

All the people of Khema Basti were like our family. The marriage of the two girls was supposed to take place in Swat this month, but a sudden military operation disrupted the whole program. Now their parents were worried that how long young girls will sit in tents under the open sky? We made a program to send both of them away from the camp. Friends from all over the country participated heartily in these weddings. Dr. Abdullah Sahib and his Begum Sahib from Mianwali, who is also a well-known doctor, sent many couples and other wedding accessories for the brides. I set apart a very beautiful pair of it for him to amuse Gul Sanha and obtained the doctor's permission to dispose of it. Fazal Shakur was given a blocker and other equipment to give it to Gul Sanga, maybe something will happen. He left with the goods, but after a while Gul Sanga appeared with him. There was no effect of happiness on Gul Sanga's face, but rather a bit of anger was walking with fast steps. 

"Will you tell me, child?"

"(Why say baby?) I asked. 

She spoke in her commanding tone: "Lala Barkha?"

(Where is Lala's part?)

He deeply regretted his mistake. Nothing was available, at that time the market worker ran and asked for Lala's share. Then Gul Sanga was satisfied. 

Days passed. Gul Sangha would be seen coming and going, carrying water, sometimes in the food line, sometimes taking soap in front of the store and sometimes playing hide and seek. As soon as she saw me, she would ask the same question: "Lala telepun khu na okde" (Lala didn't call?) I also kept sending fake messages from Lala that came to my mind that Lala was saying that Gul. Ask Sanga to eat bread well. Lala was saying that tell Sanga not to miss me, otherwise I will get angry. Etc. Etc. And Gul Sangha believed in every message as if she had to follow this message wholeheartedly. 

Finally, the blood of autumn came to leave. The roads to Swat were opened. One by one the tents started to go up and the goods were loaded onto the trucks. One day, Fazl Shakur's tent also collapsed and he prepared to return. After loading the goods on the truck, he sat Gul Sanga on top. When I came to see them off, I heard the sound of Gul Sanga from above. I saw her sitting high on a folded tent. He was wearing the same flamboyant ensemble worn to attend camp weddings. Seeing me, she moved her hand towards her ear like a mobile phone and said:

"Lala telepun ok no zama salam vartha waya."

(If Lala calls, say my greetings)

The words of leave got stuck in my throat and my eyes started watering. Today she was looking very happy and singing "Kula Beh Raze, Kula Beh Raze" (When will you come, when will you come?) on top of the truck. I was thinking that Lala! Do you know what test you have put your little sister through? God knows on which peak of Afghanistan Dad will be giving courage and on which pole this little soul is hanging. Seven salutes to the courage and bravery of the Afghans who are challenging the superpower for the third time in this century. First Britain, then Russia and now the whole world of infidelity. Allah Allah... the miracle of Islam and the strength of faith and the spirit of freedom and freedom of Afghans. 

After coming to Karachi, he began to study and teach as usual. The mobile phone rang yesterday. It was an unknown number and generally unknown numbers are not picked up. That day God knows why it came to my heart to receive the phone. On the other hand, Fazal was grateful. He said, I am grateful for the favor of Swat. A lot of months had passed, so he didn't remember immediately, so he said... Gul Sanga's father. Situation

When asked, he said in a hoarse voice: "Maulana Sahib! Gul Sanga Margai"

what happened Happened ? How suddenly?? "

It felt like someone suddenly pulled the ground from under the feet. He said: The news of his brother's martyrdom came a few days ago. While fighting the storm of disbelief in Helmand, this man Mujahid lost his life. I said spontaneously, "I lost my life but always won forever."

"Fazt Barb-e-Kaaba."

There was a suggestion in the family that Gul Sanga should be told so that he would come out of the state of waiting and waiting. Who knew that Dewani would follow her brother. So the uncle and aunt made Gul Sanga sit down and very lovingly explained that Lala fought hard against the infidels and sent many infidels to hell, but eventually he was martyred and will meet him in heaven. 

On that day, Gul Sangha cried so much that the entire village wept. Hardly any person in the village had eaten out of grief that day. Everyone was shocked to see the condition of Gul Sanga. That same evening Gula Sangha did a strange thing…. Got up and took all the things collected for Lala and then one thing from home

She started throwing herself in the river flowing down and kept crying and saying:

"Lala ta drogue vlaye way?"

(Lala, why did you keep telling lies? You didn't want to come, so why did you keep telling me lies that I would come soon)

After offering all the goods to the river, Gul Sanga returned to Gum Sum. Stopped eating and drinking completely. Everyone in the family continued to whisper, but it is possible that he let a morsel go down his throat. I don't know what happened at night, that after getting out of the warm bed and entering the cold verandah, the freezing winds and the mercury below the freezing point, God knows what this little soul was searching for hours. When Fazal Shakur opened his eyes suddenly, Gul Sanga was not on the bed. He came out worried and found her sitting in the verandah. 

He says, I asked: "Sange bashe wale?" (Why son?)

Then she said: "Dad! Lala Bah Aus His Kalla Ne Razi??” (Father! Lala will never come now??)

Fazl Shakur's heart was broken. He said: I picked him up and brought him inside, then I felt that his body was burning badly with fever. Due to the high fever, it was felt like fire was coming out of his body. In the morning, when he showed it to the doctor, he found out that he had a double sample. Also started vomiting blood. To save Gul Sangha's life, Fazl Shakur sold his four goats at a very high price that day. At a rural hospital in Swat, Gul Sanga's father, who was by her bedside, suddenly felt the semi-conscious Gul Sanga's lips fluttering. When he put his ear to his lips, Gul Sangha was humming in his sleep:

"Kalah Beh Raze, Kalah Beh Raze?" (When will you come, when will you come?)

At two o'clock that night, Gul Sangha turned away from this world and walked towards her brave and noble brother. Now both of them might be running back and forth in the gardens of Paradise. 

Gul Sanga died. Gul Sanga's grave was built at the foot of a snowy and snow-clad mountain peak in Swat. His father understands that Gul Sanga had caught a cold, but what kind of cold it was only two days after the news of his martyred brother's martyrdom came from Helmand. 

I may never be able to go to this lush green cemetery of Swat where Gul Sanga's grave has been freshly built. After all, how can anyone tell Gul Sanga that when he left this world, Lala's misrepresentation was unjustified. She was angry... Lala had never made that promise. Lala had never said that he would come soon. The one who forced this thing is ashamed in front of Gul Sangha. 

Note: Mufti Syed Adnan Kakakhel's column written 14 years ago, which was published in a journal after the Swat operation.