The Flirty Guy | A Real Story for bycolemancontest
Hi Steemians! Today I am going to share a real story, a story of a friend of mine. All the names in this story are being changed to avoid resemblance but all the incidents and happenings a 100% real and none fabricated. The story is very long but I will try to write it in as short format as possible.
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"How is the guy now?"
Doctor replied:
"He is still unconscious."
SP said:
"Inform us when he gets conscious."
Doctor said:
"OK!"
SP said:
"Infact Mr. Ibrar will be here to monitor this guy, as the guy get's conscious, he will get his statement recorded."
After many hours of continuous struggle. The guy got a bit capable of listening and talking. Doctor came out of the ICU and Mr. Ibrar asked:
"Is he conscious now?"
Doctor replied:
"He is conscious but you can't take his statement, he is still in critical situation. Please wait till he gets out of danger."
Mr. Ibrar broke into the ICU:
Doctor continued saying:
"Please don't go in. He is not capable of giving statement yet. Please wait outside."
Mr. Ibrar said:
"I know my work."
and broke into the ICU. Mr. Ibrar asked the guy:
"Who are you?"
The Guy replied:
"A Flirty Guy."
Mr. Ibrar asked:
"A Flirty Guy? What's this? I am asking about your name."
The Guy replied:
"Everyone Calls me, The Flirty Guy."
Mr. Ibrar Asked:
"But what's your name? The Flirty Guy is not a name."
The Guy replied:
"My name is Ikram."
Mr. Ibrar asked:
"How this happened to you? Who threw you to the water? Why people call you the Flirty Guy?"
Ikram replied:
"No one threw me. I jumped into the water to commit suicide."
Mr. Ibrar asked:
"Why?"
Ikram replied:
"Its a long story."
Ibrar replied:
"I am here to know your whole story."
Ikram starts telling the story:
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...
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very beautifull story and heart touching too
Thank you so much...
This is the danger of forcing things on children, they end up resenting you for it. If we all have free will then we all have free will to make our own decisions. A parents job is to advise not to instruct in my opinion.
The best way to learn anything in this life is by trial & error, When we make mistakes it hurts but we learn & we learn that lesson well.
Yap you are absolutely right...
that was a very touching story... Mr. flirty guy. :)
never put ideas above people, and hormones are more powerful than any deity.
Thank you so much... And yes non of the religions of this world put such restrictions but some of the people have just driven their own ideas from the religions and then put those ideas on others...
Such story are seen in the movie specially south indian movie. dear people should marriage with his own decision. but I support love marriage
Well this is a real story... Flirty Guy was my friend...
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