Showing posts with the label Jalaluddin Mohammad Akbar
Give me a photograph to hang on my wall - Superstar. “So entry there is very tough at the Institute of Photography; they get thousands of applications and choose only a few for the course,” Jalal spoke as he cleaned the lens of his camera. Rukaiya nodded as she progressed to help him with the scattered papers on his desk. “So what is the process to get in?” Rukaiya asked, observing a notepad with scribbled ideas. “There is a topic of assignment for which we have to submit ten pictures each.” Jalal narrowed his brows a little. “But if mine is not unique, they won’t even consider my application.” “What is the topic then?” Rukaiya enquired. “Beauty.” Jalal shrugged halfway “And most people were already discussing nature pictures, babies, weddings… What will stand out?” He eyed Rukaiya, lost in her thoughts as she stared at one of the portraits he had taken of a child selling balloons on the street. It was a greyscale-toned picture taken in one of the busy intersections of the city. ...
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“You see, all the wisest women had to do it this way.” ~ Mastermind Rukaiya could not anticipate the probable reason for her being summoned to Humayun’s office in the early hours of the morning. She dreaded that the conversation would be something uncomfortable she was not ready to talk about yet. The therapist and she were having progressive sessions almost every day, yet she did not want to talk about it with her family. She had no answer to their why. At least not with Humayun. In the absence of a father figure, he had been the best possible one she could ask for. Of course, she had learnt from a very young age that whatever she received in this house was a blessing she should be grateful for and never ask for anything that was not given to her. Yet she noticed the small things. Like how he never discriminated between Jalal and her. How often discreetly he would ask about her career or health and guide her, and how he looked hurt when he visited her in the hospital. The last thing s...
I ’ve made mistakes and made some choices; that’s hard to deny -End Game. Humayun removed his glasses and looked up at Jalal, who stood with his head lowered before him. He frowned slightly. The boy was emotional and not thinking straight. Why would he want to give up his position in the company and give it to Rukaiya? Humayun respected Sultanam and treated Rukaiya as family. That didn’t mean he would readily hand over his company to her. He had seen her working well, but at the end of the day, Jalal was his son. Jalal cleared his throat. “Well, the only thing stopping her from getting a good groom is that she doesn’t own anything. That solves it. I will still have the property.” “Son.” Humayun shook his head. “I get that you are emotional right now, but...” “No, Baba, I have thought of it. I have never wanted to run the company. I don’t understand the world of business like you do, or she does. This is for the better.” “Really? What will you do then?” Humayun rebuked his son. “Se...
“Something keeps me holding on to nothing.” - Haunted. Ajabdeh hated hospitals. The smell, the sense of panic in the air, the people around, sickness, death and worse; her last memory of being in a hospital was losing her grandmother. As soon as she drove into the parking lot, Jalal jumped out and ran towards the emergency wing, without waiting for her. She parked the car in the designated spot and turned off the ignition. Then she stared at herself, looking rather sleepless, and stared in the rearview mirror. Sighing heavily, she straightened her hair into a bun and opened the compartment to her left to take out a mask. She didn’t know how Rukaiya was and what made her do it. All she understood was that she had been a bad friend to the two people who had been nothing but kind and supportive to her. She let out a soft prayer as her eyes shone. All she wanted was for Rukaiya to be safe. Jalal ran through the corridor to find his parents sitting on a bench near one of the emergency ...
I’m hanging on every careless word, hoping they might turn sweet again - Better Man. Jalalluddin Mohammad was a practical person in his head and heart. He wasn’t someone who would claim lofty ideas of love, put his bet on destiny or blame the Almighty for his misery. He worked hard and had his feet on the ground. Yet it did take time in his rational mind to sink in when Ajabdeh, almost sounding impulsive, asked him if they could give dating a try. She didn’t promise a relationship, love, or the label of being a boyfriend. She just wanted to go out with him and see how it went. Jalal was no fool; he knew very well that Rukaiya must have told Ajabdeh that he liked her, not that he ever wanted any form of reciprocation. He also knew her timing was impeccable, a month after Pratap left for London. Was she hurting so much? But why all of a sudden would she want him to date her when she already had him around as a friend? Was it a silly attempt at making Pratap jealous? If so, she would...
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Did I say something way too honest that made you run and hide? ~ Forever and Always Meera Bai International School, Delhi, gave equal importance to their extracurricular activities as to its academics. Every student had to either pick up sports, a musical instrument or an art form of their liking for their extracurriculars. Clubs were formed, and leaders were picked for various competitions throughout the year. Pratap was captain of the school cricket team, Shakti took western dance lessons, Heer had a liking for classical dance, Ajabdeh was head of the debate team and a singer, Jalal was the lead vocalist of the school band and played the guitar, and amidst all these, Rukaiya, even in her academic brilliance, was finding it hard to cope. The only people she had managed to befriend, probably because they knew her cousin, were Shakti and Ajabdeh. Their inside jokes bothered her, and she felt homesick. When the principal had called her to the chambers and reminded her that she needed to ...
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