بِسْمِ ٱللَّهِ ٱلرَّحْمَٰنِ ٱلرَّحِيمِ

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In the name of Allah, the Entirely Merciful, the Especially Merciful.

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Episode - 2

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Idris's grandfather's house is 20 minutes away from his. On the way to her in-laws' house, Hasina Begum asked the driver to stop the car near a shopping mall. The driver responded, "Ok ma'am,ÖzdilekPark shopping mall is only 5 minutes away and is located at Esentepe, Büyükdere Cd. No: 181, 34394 Şişli/İstanbul." Idris wanted to buy some gifts for "Gudya", and his mother also wanted to buy some gifts.

Idris's voice breaks the silence of the car...

امی۔۔۔پہلے ہم گڑیا کے لئے تحفہ لیں گے اس کے بعد سب کے لئے۔۔۔ٹھیک ہے نہ۔۔

Idris said to his mother with great love...

ہاں ہاں۔۔۔ٹھیک ہے۔۔۔لے لینا پہلے گڑیا کے لئے۔۔۔ تمہارے بس چلے تو پورا جہاں ہی تحفہ میں دے دو۔۔۔

Her mother replied with affection....

ہاہاہا۔۔۔امی آپ کیسے جان جاتی ہیں میری دل کی بات۔۔۔

Idris responded, winking his eye...

لے لینا سب کچھ جو تمہارا دل کرے۔۔۔

Her mother first tried to understand what he had said and then ordered him....

امی۔۔۔ آپ سب سے پیاری سب سے اچھی ہیں ۔۔۔میں کبھی کبھی سوچتا ہوں اللہ کا شکر کیسے ادا کروں۔۔۔

He responded with great affection....

اووووو۔۔۔میرے پیارے بیٹے۔۔۔شکر ادا کرنا تو میرا بھی بنتا ہے۔۔۔ آخر اللہ نے تم جیسا پیارا اور سمجھدار بیٹا دیا ہے مجھے۔۔۔ تم میرے دل کا ٹکڑا ہو ۔۔۔میری جان ہو۔۔

Her mother replied with deep love.. and hugged him.

"I love you, Ammi Jaan," Idris said....

"I love you too, my son," her mother replied....

"Ma'am, we have arrived." "The mall is here," Sahroj, the driver, said to Hasina Begum.

[**Sehroj is a 24-year-old young man who has worked for Mr. Hasim for the past three years.**]

OK, Sahroj, you wait here. We are coming in 30 minutes. Hasina Begum responded.

So, let's see what our idris is buying for our little Doll.

He bought a lot of things, like a little pink frock, a bat, a ball, her favourite chocolate, sweets, and also some books for himself. Hasina Begum buys some necessary things and a lot of gifts for her in-laws.

Then they left the mall and got into the car. The car is stopped in front of a big palace.

Idris and her mother get out of the car. She also instructed the driver to deliver the gifts inside the palace.

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This palace is called the "Hashmis Palace." This is a white palace, and not only is its exterior beautiful, but the interior is also beautiful and shows sophistication. If someone sees this palace for the first time, it's impossible for them to ignore its charms and sophistication.

The name of the palace is based on the name of Hasim's father, Abdur Rehman Hashmi. He is a big business man and an architect. He is not only famous in Turkey but also in Pakistan, where he was born. His businesses are spread across Turkey and Pakistan. He left Pakistan 25 years ago, in his 40s, with his two sons to grow his business. When his elder son was 20 and his younger son was 15, he came to Turkey. In Turkey, after 2 years, his youngest son was born.

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OK, OK, our Idris is waiting. He can't wait any longer, so let's go inside the palace. He is very happy and excited. Because he is going to meet his doll in just 2 minutes. Idris's grandparents, Hashmi Sahab and Sayeeda Bibi, and Idris's aunt, Mrs. Humayun, are waiting at the gate. Of course, they knew Idris was coming to meet them. They meet and greet each other with happiness.

دادا جان۔۔۔ گڑیا نظر نہیں آرہی۔۔۔ کہیں آپ لوگوں نے اسے چھپا تو نہیں دیا۔۔۔مجھے ستانے کے لئے۔۔۔

Idris asked in a worried voice...

نہیں پوتے صاحب۔۔۔اس نے کہا ہے کہ اگر تم اسکے لئے تحفہ نہ لیکر آئے ہوں گے تو۔۔۔میں تمہیں گھر کے اندر داخل ہونے نہ دو۔۔۔

Hashmi Sahab responded in a smiling tone...

کییییا۔۔۔ اس نے ایسا کہا۔۔۔ میں نہیں مانتا۔۔۔ جب کہ وہ جانتی ہےکہ میں جو ایک بار کہہ دوں وہ کر کے ہی رہتا ہوں۔۔۔ اور میں نے اس سے وعدہ کیا تھا۔۔۔ وہ وعدہ پورا بھی کر دیا ہے ۔۔۔ وہ کہاں ہے؟ بتائیں دادا جان...

Idis asked again...

"She is in her room, dear grandson. Go and call her here. I hope she will be happy to meet you. " Hasim Sahab replied.

"OK, Dada Jan," Idris replied with a smile on her face. This is the happiness of meeting with her.

When Idris was going upstairs to Doll's room, he saw Doll coming down from the stairs, but she ignored him. How could our Idris bear this? So he went in front of the doll to talk with her. But Doll is smarter than him; she used the other stairs to go down.

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There are two stairs to go up to the upper rooms. The stairs' railings are made of glass, and all the stairs are of white marble.

There are five rooms and a big hall with attached bathrooms and dressing rooms on the first floor. On the ground floor, there are three small rooms and also two big rooms with attached bathrooms and all the facilities.

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This is the perfect time to sketch the character of Gudya. Let's meet Gudya.

Gulnoor Hashmi, nicknamed Gudya, is a 7-year-old girl, the daughter of Humayun Hashmi and Gulnaar Begum. She is a student in class 2 at one of Istanbul's well-known English-medium schools.

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گڑیا ادھر آؤ ۔۔۔پلیز ‏منہ پھلانا بند کرو۔۔۔

Idris requested her, but she ignored his request...

"Gudya, come here, dear, see what I have for you." Again, he tried to talk to her by running behind her...

What?, Doll said...

She now can't ignore his voice any longer because Idris has something for her, and she enjoys gifts and surprises, with one condition: the gifts must be exactly what she wanted.

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"I brought this pink frock for you and also this bat and ball, which you demanded," Idris said, by giving her everything.

Well done, buddy. I know that you can do everything for me, that's the reason for this demand, but this pink frock, you know, I don't like pink. You can return this, I don't take this, understood, Doll said.

"No,dear", you please take this, and don't you want to thank me? I fulfilled your demand, "Idris replied, with some shock and awfulness.

I said no, and no means only no, and about thank you, we are buddies, and buddies never exchange thanks and apologies, Doll said in a straight-forward way.

پر یار میں تمہارے لئے بہت پیار سے لایا ہوں رکھ لو

Idris said, with a puppy face...

Doll responded with one more demand: "OK, but first let's go to play cricket in the garden."

What? Don't you know the time? It's already 6 p.m. and it's not a good time to play cricket. Idris rejected her demand by saying this.

جانتا ہوں۔۔ ابھی چھ بجے ری ہے۔۔۔میں کھیلوں گا میں کھیلوں گا میں کھیلوں گا چلو چلو چلو چلو۔۔۔۔

Again Doll said, in a stubborn tone, that she knew everything.

خاموش۔۔۔یہ یہ اپنی ٹھڑی میڑی اردو بولنا بند کرو۔۔۔ اور اگر ہم کوئی نیو گیم کھیلیں تو۔۔۔

Idris tried to persuade her by talking about the new game....

"Okay, I agree. Tell me what type of game this is, and please don't dare to say it's a girly game. I will not play that game," Doll replied with deep thought.

No, dear, this game is not a girly game, but it's only for Muslims, Idris replied, with a smile on his face.

Why? Only for Muslims, Buddy. "Non-Muslims can't play this game," Doll replied in a surprised tone.

They didn't dare try it. Idris responded, "Let's go to play or we'll be late," and took her to her room.

So, Doll, first you have to change your dress. Idris said, "Let me see your wardrobe. If there's any good dress, you wear that."

Why? Idris, is this not good? Do you know it is one of my favourite dresses? My friends say I always look pretty in white, and also smart, beautiful, and cool.

" And hot too," Idris murmured in a low voice. ( Oh, he is so shy.)

Have you said anything? Doll said quickly, because she had not heard it clearly.

نہیں۔۔۔نہیں تو۔۔۔ تم لو یہ پکڑو اور جاؤ چینج کر آؤ۔۔۔فاسٹ

Idris responded...

یہ کیا دیتی تم۔۔۔ میں نہیں پہنوں گا۔۔۔

By seeing a full-handed shirt and a palazzo, Doll said she doesn't want to change her dress. She is OK with her dress: printed butterfly trouser pants and a white top with a jacket.

اف خدایا۔۔۔ تم اور تمہاری یہ اردو بالکل ایک جیسی ہے۔۔۔ ٹھڑی میڑی۔۔۔

اگر تم نہیں گئی نا چینج کرنے۔۔۔ تو میں اکیلے ہی کھیلنے چلا جاؤں گا۔۔۔

"OK, OK, I do, I do, "Doll responded quickly...

Good, now go. I'm waiting here, Idris said, taking a long breath...

She is back after 5 minutes, and Idris gives her a dupatta to wear on her head...

اب یہ تم کیا دیتی میں یہ نہیں لیتی۔۔۔

Again, Doll tried to argue, but our Idris silenced her by saying "no more arguments, and he takes her to the washroom."

He told her to say "Bismillah". Doll wanted to refuse, but she could not.

Idris teaches her the other steps of wadu. Of course, today he wants to pray with her.

He told her to wash her hands up to the wrists thoroughly three times. He then told her to rinse her mouth three times, swirling the water around. Rinse her nose three times, blowing the water out using the left hand to remove the water from her nose.

He instructs further steps. By saying, wash your face three times, from the hairline to the chin and from ear to ear, making sure the whole face, eyebrows, under the nose, and lips are washed.

Then he said to her to wash her arms and hands from her fingertips up to her elbows three times. Idris told her then that she should wipe her wet hand from the front of her head to the roots of the hair at the nape of her neck. She does not have to wipe the entire length of her hair.

He instructs the other steps by saying, "Wipe your ears by putting your index fingers in your ears." Wash your feet three times up to your ankles, making sure to use your little finger to wipe in between your toes. Don't forget the back of your ankles. "

After completing wadu, he teaches her dua of wadu, which should be read at last.

Ashhadu an la ilaha illal-lahu wahdahu la shareeka lah, wa-ashhadu anna Muhammadan AAabduhu warasooluh.

I bear witness that none has the right to be worshipped except Allah, alone without partner, and I bear witness that Muhammad is His slave and Messenger.

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Then he instructs the namaz's steps. At last she wanted to go, but Idris held her hand and said, "Don't you want to make dua to Allah?" She says she doesn't know how to make dua. Then Idris said, "It's very simple, just follow me."

دعا کے لیے ہاتھ اٹھاؤ۔۔۔ اور بولو۔۔۔یا اللہ تمام ترتعریف اور حمدوثناء اپ ہی کےلئے ہے آپ ہی سارے جہانوں کو پالنے والے ہیں۔۔دونوں جہاں کے بادشاہ ہیں۔۔۔

میں آج بہت خوش ہوں میرے مولا۔۔۔اور میں اپنی خوشی آپ کا شکر ادا کرکے کے مکمل کرنا چاہتا ہوں۔۔۔مجھے نہیں معلوم میرے مولا آپ کا شکر ادا کیسے کروں۔۔۔پر ہم نے نماز پڑھی ہے اور آپ ہماری نماز کو قبول کرلیں اور ہمیں پانچ وقت نماز پڑھنے کی توفیق عطا فرمائے۔۔۔

اے میرے اللہ آپ کا جتنا بھی شکر ادا کروں کم ہے۔۔ میں نے جتنا چاہا آپ نے اس سے زیادہ عطا کیا۔۔۔اے اللہ ہمارے والدین اور تمام خاندان اور ہمارے جاننے والوں کو اپنے حفظ و امان میں رکھنا۔۔۔روزی روٹی میں برکت دینا۔۔۔ صحت اور تندرستی دینا۔۔۔

اب بتاؤ کیسا محسوس ہو رہا ہے۔۔۔۔

Idris asked her...

اچھی اچھی محسوس ہو رہی ہے۔۔۔

Doll replied....

ہاہاہا۔۔۔۔اچھی اچھی۔۔۔ یا "اچھا" ہوتا ہے۔۔۔

They were silent for a while...

اچھا یہ بتاؤ۔۔۔ کیا تمہیں معلوم ہے اللہ کی محبت اور ہماری محبت میں کیا فرق ہے۔۔

Then Idris asked a question, but she said no by nodding her head...

اوکے۔۔ میں تمہیں کچھ سناتا ہوں۔۔۔ تب تمہیں اچھے سے سمجھ آ جائے گا۔۔۔

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یہ ایک آپی کی لکھی ہوئی ہے۔۔تم انہیں نہیں جانتی۔۔۔ پر میں جانتا ہوں ۔۔۔ اس میں اور بھی لائن ہے۔۔ یہ میں نے چند لائن پڑھا ہے۔۔۔اس کے بعد یاد نہیں ۔۔۔ مجھے بس اتنا ہی یاد تھا۔۔۔ تو تمیں پسند آیا؟

Idris asked her...

Yes, it's so nice...but there were some words that I don't understand, Doll replied with happiness....

اس لیے نہ کہتا ہوں۔۔۔ اردو سیکھ لو۔۔۔

Idris said, and Doll nodded her head....

Her happiness can be clearly seen by her face. She forgot all about other things, even about games, bat and ball, dresses, her family, and the time that passed.

She feels she has come into another world, where she and Idris live and talk about Allah. This is nothing but the love of Allah. The power of Allah's love is such that there is no tension, no worries, no struggle if you are attached to Allah's love. If you believe in Allah's love, you will overcome any obstacle. You will succeed in this world and the other world, which we will get after death: Heaven and hell.

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