This video presents the opening chapter of 'The Forlorn Lover' by Pakistani author Hussain Haider Zaidi, which explores the philosophical premise that suffering is an inescapable lot of human life, as illustrated through the tragic story of Humaira Raza, who commits suicide hours after her betrothal to the man she loves, leaving behind a cryptic suicide note that her lover Turab Raza must unravel.
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The Fallen Lover a mystery thriller by Pakistani author Hussein Haider Zaidi.
Chapter 1, part 1.
To live means to suffer.
No mantra, no magic, no medicine, no philosophy, no prayers, no petitions, no art, no science, no techniques can steal suffering.
The very heartbeat of life, suffering is man's inescapable lot by birth.
It is only that the flame of suffering is extinguished once and for all.
The blessed are the souls who have departed and thus liberated.
The wretched are those who find themselves caught hopelessly in the whirlwind of life.
Turab Raza stumbled upon those very words inscribed on an unnamed, decrepit, dusty gravestone as he was navigating his way in the cemetery.
He had come there to offer fatiha at the grave of his paternal grandfather.
It was a hazy late October afternoon in Gujranwala, a city located some 40 miles off Lahore to the north and known for its bustling light engineering industry and world-famous aromatic basmati rice.
"Hurry up, Turab. This isn't the grandfather's resting place."
His cousin Jahanzaib, just about his age, who had gone a few paces ahead of him walked hurriedly back.
"Yes, I know, but this epitaph caught my attention." Turab replied without taking his eyes off the text.
"Haha.
What else you would find here?"
Jahanzaib sniffed, having gone through the pessimistic text.
"The graveyard," he continued, "is the gloomiest place on Earth.
Before you step in, leave every hope on the gates, but don't forget to reclaim it when you step out if you don't wish to become as lifeless as the dead.
Now, please follow me. Otherwise, you will lose your way in this labyrinth.
We need to get back home early to complete the arrangements for your engagement.
Okay, boss. Now that you are going to become my brother-in-law, I must get used to taking orders from you.
As they say, the brother of one's wife has more importance than the rest of the world.
Turab remarked half in jest quoting an old proverb.
In a quarter of an hour, they were driving back home.
On the way, Jahanzeb, who was in the driving seat, kept chattering while Turab's mind remained fixed on the macabre text.
Why would anyone consider life to be such an enormous a burden? He wondered.
His own life had been a smooth sailing up to that point.
But he you are still thinking about the text on the headstone?
You students of literature are remarkable for your emotional vulnerability.
You people think not with your head, but with your heart.
Jahanzeb took a jibe at Turab as he noticed he wasn't responding to him.
Personally and professionally, you are about to start a new chapter in your life.
Don't infest your brain with a morbid fascination with death and suffering.
He advised him, but the advice fell flat on Turab.
In the evening, Turab, aged 7 and 20, dark, slim, and tall, was betrothed to the to his cousin and childhood sweetheart, Humaira Raza, who was younger to him by 2 years. It was a simple ceremony attended by the two families.
Humaira's father owned a medium-sized ceiling fan manufacturing business, while Turab's dad worked in the state-owned broadcasting corporation as controller news.
As Turab put the gold ring in Humaira's slender index finger.
The spacious lawn reverberated with exclamations of congratulations.
Turab was reaching for talking to his fiance who was seated close to him, but the presence of close relations boxed him in.
All he could do was to exchange furtive glances, effervescent smiles, and passionate texts with her who was looking ethereal in bridal costume.
Whenever he saw her face, his face irradiated with joy.
It appeared that the hopelessness that he had come across in the cemetery earlier in the day had ceased to make any impression on him.
After dinner, he quietly slipped to the rooftop. In a few minutes, Humaira joined him. She was still dressed like a bride.
"Thank God, I got an opportunity to speak to you." Turab began effusively as he passionately held her by the hand.
"I was also dying to talk to you in person." She reciprocated gazing at him in rapture.
"Now that we are betrothed, we would be at liberty to see each other freely." "On the contrary, henceforth, we will be under greater watch. We are not supposed to meet until we get married. Such are the family norms weird in the internet age, but binding all the same." Humaira corrected him.
"Don't tell me for another year we are supposed to behave as if we were strangers.
You want to keep me waiting for another year?" She asked screwing up her powdered face.
"I'm afraid, sweetheart, that is the case.
My training starts in 2 days. It's nearly of 11-month duration and exceedingly intensive.
Leave would be allowed only in case of an emergency. Besides, your MPhil will take another 9 months to complete."
Turab explained.
"Yes, I understand." She sighed.
So, for the lovebirds, no offline contacts, only online means to reach out to each other.
Never mind. Our souls are already one.
In one year, our bodies will become one as well.
Thereafter, nothing will stand between us, Zulauf said romantically.
They talked passionately for another 20 minutes before willy-nilly signing off.
We will be leaving tomorrow immediately after breakfast. So, I may not get another opportunity. Can I kiss you?
Without waiting for Humaira to respond, Zulauf scooped her into his arms and pecked her on her thick lips and her long white neck.
Pleasantly surprised, she made a fever attempt to pull herself away.
The following morning, when the members of the family woke up, they found Humaira dead.
A brief note handwritten note left by her confirmed that she had committed suicide.
Thanks for watching the part one of the chapter one of The Forlorn Lover.
In the next video, we will come back with the second part of chapter one.
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