The Flirty Guy | A Real Story for bycolemancontest

A 30 years old guy was walking besides a road located in Islamabad, Pakistan and he was in a very upset and grim mood. Many thoughts were hovering by in his mind. Suddenly a truck horn struck his ears but he continued moving and truck passed him while pulling him with its air burst. He continued walking besides the road and fast traffic was passing by him with continued horns to warn him that he may get struck by an accident but he was just walking as if he didn't know what was happening around him. After walking for about 3 hours he reached a lake side park and started staring the water while standing at the bank of lake. And then suddenly a splash, the guy disappeared into the water. After about half an hour some fishermen came to check their nets and they found something strange pulling their nets down. They pulled the guy out of the water and suddenly called the rescue. The guy was taken to the hospital in half dead situation.

My name is Ikram and I belong to a reserved and strict Islamic family consisting of many Islamic scholars who have no or little knowledge about Islam and they have just driven some theories according to their wills. One of the theories is, "Love Marriage is not Allowed in Islam". The story starts from the time 12 years back when I was 18 years old. I met a girl named "Nadia". At first site I fell in love with her and I revealed my feelings to her after a couple of weeks and I was glad to hear that she loved me too. Our relation went on for about 2 years. During these 2 years she convinced her family members for her marriage with me but I tried to convince my mother with no benefit. My mother always said, "You can't marry a girl you love. Can't you see what my father i.e. your grandfather says? Love marriage is not allowed in Islam and we will never allow you to marry a girl you loved before marriage." Most of the times these discussions went so hard that we started yelling at each other. I never wanted to yell at my mother but I did because I knew she was wrong. 2 years passed and my parents fixed my engagement with my cousin (Daughter of my father's brother) named Arfa. When Nadia got the news about my engagement, she left me forever and never came back to me. I was so broken from inside that I didn't want to live. Many days passed by in dull mood with no or less eating. I felt like crying every time from my inside. It took me about 3 years to recover from this grief. That's the time when I met another girl named "Nida". She was a very beautiful girl and I felt that she was interested in me. As, she was my colleague, we had a chat daily in our office after about 2 months we felt like we were in love with each other. This time again I decided to talk to my mother and then to my father but still got the same answer with some much more harsh comments. My mother said, "These girls are not marriage material, they are just sluts, they will cheat you after marriage. etc" and in fact my younger brother Irfan used to speak from my parents side. One day! They fixed my marriage with arfa, and I said no and started to argue, during this hard discussion, he even punched my face with blood coming out of my nose. That was the time when I decided to leave the home. So, I left the home switched off my number and purchased a new sim to be continually in contact with Nida. I spent that night in a hotel and as I was MCS I got job on very next day with accommodation near the office. I started living and dreaming about my future with Nida. I was continuously in contact with Nida. She used to tell me that my mother daily went to her house, asked about me, fought with her and abused her including her mother. A week passed by and I got a call from my father's number. What? My father's number? How he got my new number? With all these questions in my mind picked up his call.

He said:
"Hi"

I replied:
"Hi"

He Asked:
"Why don't you come home?"

I replied:
"I don't want to marry Arfa".

My Father Replied:
"Don't worry we are cancelling your marriage, and we will not force you to marry Arfa".

I got filled up by endless happiness and joy. I quickly called Nida and told her about the good news. She was also very happy to hear this news.

The very next day, my mother said to me, "We are going to your uncles house". I said to her ok that's good as I thought they would be going to break my engagement with Arfa. I had 5 brothers and sisters but I was the only one to be carried by my father and mother to my uncle's house. When we reached there, I was stunned to see the happenings. My father said to my uncle gather all the members of our family members and also call the marriage registrar, he also grabbed my mobile from me. Soon after a few minutes, I was surrounded by about 150 personals from our family and the marriage registrar started marriage registration process. I cried a lot but my Nikkah (marriage) was performed with Arfa and arfa came to our house with us. When Nida got the news about my marriage, she left me.

Soon after she left I surrendered my self to the situation and accepted Arfa as my wife. Arfa was totally illiterate, In fact she wasn't even able to read anything. She never understood what I tried to tell her. She continually continued to argue. We had 2,3 fights daily and nothing was good between us. Even she also quarreled with my mother daily.

One day! My mother said to me:
"This girl continues to argue and fight on everything, Leave her we will get a new girl for you."

I said:
"That's the girl picked by you. If you are again going to pick a girl for me, What's the point to leave her?"

And she replied:
"Every marriage of yours will be done by us, You will never get married with a girl you liked or loved."

After a few days I went to my aunt's (My mother's sister) house. She was married to man who was administrator at a Mosque (Masjid). As my stay there was for about 10 days, I spent a lot of my time in the library of the Mosque and read many books related to Islam. Every book about Islam and Islamism stated clearly that "A person should marry a girl, he loves or likes". In fact some of them clearly stated Prophet Muhammad's (SAW) Sayings about marriage and What I got from them was, "Nikkah (Marriage) can not be done against the will of a girl or a boy". When I reached back home, I tried to discuss with my mother about marriage and love marriage stuff but she got angry and I got some vague arguments from her.

As Arfa continued to quarrel with me daily, I was never happy living with her. About 10 months passed by when I met another girl at my work place named "Aqsa". After about a month of encounters we confessed that we love each other. She wanted to marry me and I loved her too. So, I decided to discuss it with my mother again. As always my mother said to me that love marriage is not possible. Well! after a few days I got the news that Arfa was pregnant and I don't know how Aqsa got this news too. I already told her about my marriage but as she got news about my wife's pregnancy she left me and never contacted me again. After a few months we got a baby girl and I again decided to live with the situation but Arfa was never ready to live with me in peace. She neither left me nor lived with me happily.

When my daughter was about 1 year old by brother Irfan fell in love with a girl who lived in our neighborhood. He tried a lot to convince my parents for his marriage with that girl but my parents didn't agree. One day! They went to the court for marriage and girl's sister told her mother about what they were up to. When they were in court her mother came to my mother and told her about everything. So, we went to search them. In evening when they were returning after registering their marriage, we got them and after discussion between my father and her girl's father it was decided that the marriage ceremony will be done after 15 days. My mother never agreed to this, so she daily went to that girl's house and used to abuse and quarrel with them. After all this drama her mother decided to get a divorce for her girl from Irfan and they got divorce from my brother. The very next day, He spread petrol all over him and burnt himself on rooftop of our house. We carried him to the hospital in half burnt situation about 35% of his body was burnt. He was in a very deep pain and never wanted to live more. In hospital he continued to cry and call for his love. We tried a lot to convince our mother that please agree, he has only sent one divorce yet as per law we still have two months to get her back and your son will recover as he knows that you have accepted the girl, he loves.

But my mother said,
"Why should I eat shit to save my boy? I can't do any thing against Islam to save my son. Your grand father says that love marriage is a very big sin and I don't want to be among sinners by getting him married to that girl".

The 8 days passed by in spending nights with my brother, condoling him and encouraging him that he will get his love if get's well and spending days in trying to convince our mother. When he saw no hope, he stopped eating anything and after next two days, he left us. My brother who spent 2 decades with me was dead lying on the bed. We cried a lot, everyone cried a lot. All the neighborhood cried for him and his funeral was done but my mother never agreed for love marriage.
After about 2 and half years of my daughters birth Arfa conceived again and this time she decided to go to her mother's home for child's delivery.

That was the time when I met another girl named "Kiran". I never wanted to lose her now and already told her about my marriage and children. So, we decided to marry in court and keep the marriage secret from others. That allowed us time to convince our family members. After two months we decided to tell our families about the marriage and tried to convince them to accept our marriage.

Her family members said:
"Ask Ikram to convince his family members, they should come to our home and complete the traditional ceremony of marriage".

And Kiran's brother met my father after a few days. I don't know what discussion was done by father and her brother.

He left and very next day my father said to me:
"Divorce that girl, we will get you married to a girl we liked".

I said:
"No, You should at least meet her once to see her."

But he said:
"You are a flirty guy, You fall in love with every girl you see. How do we know that the girl is good who have chosen you?"

After a few days her brother filed a case to get divorce for her and on her date in court he clearly said to her:
"If you don't ask the judge for your divorce, you and Ikram will get killed".

And she pleaded for divorce in the court. For a few days I didn't knew what to do. I continued to sit at one place when I got her message, "Sorry! I had no other choice".

And that was the time when I realized what to do to a life in which I don't even have freedom of speech.

What is the life if I can't even choose my life partner?

Why should I live the life in which I chained by so called traditions, customs and the rules which never existed?
I am a Flirty Guy and I don't want to live....

That were the last words from Ikram and he left this world...