Salim could sit for hours reading  his favourite magazine, ” The Outlook Traveler”. He would pick  it up from a raddiwala  in his slum for 20 rupees every once in a while. It was after reading this magazine that Salim had dreamt of living in Ladakh and studying in a school there. He hated his house and his circumstances. He thought about running away from home every night before sleeping. When he got up in the morning he would see his fragile and sick Abu  reading the Quran and he would feel guilty of thinking of running away, leaving his sick father alone. Salim stopped reading the Quran some years ago. His father a devout Muslim would read the Quran 5 times a day. Salim didn’t believe in God. He had seen enough in his life to become an atheist. The more his father insisted on believing in Allah the more Salim rebelled. Abu told him that Allah was looking after them every second of their lives. Salim would tell Abu to look  in the mirror, at how sick Allah had made him. He showed Abu  his mother’s picture who died when Salim was just 7 years old.  
Salim really didn’t lose faith in Allah when he lost his mother though. He was just seven then, oblivious to life’s basic questions. Like, is there a God? He was born in a slum in which most of the  population was Hindu. As a kid  his younger brother Shohaib ,him, and his friends would play near a small Ganesh temple in the slum. His best friend Rishi was a Hindu. Rishi and him were inseperable as kids. They would do everything together. The Ganesh temple was their place of meeting every evening. It was here that they had shared their dreams and crushes. Rishi insisted that every morning before they went to school they should go to the temple and do a Namaskar. Salim never objected.Salim prayed to Allah and Rishi prayed to Ganpati. Salim and his brother celebrated the Ganesh festival with all his Hindu friends with the same enthusiasm as Id. This particular spot in the slum was Salim’s place of peace and joy. Till that fateful day, when everything changed.
Salim was 16 years old and Shohaib just 14. They had got Shohaib’s 10 th standard result and Shohaib had passed with decent marks. Shohaib told Salim to carry on home and that  he had to meet some of his friends near the temple. Salim went home. As soon as Salim reached home he told Abu about his brother’s result. Abu’s eyes were moist and he asked Salim to go and get Shohaib home. He changed, showered and ran to Rishi’s house. On his way, there was total commotion and chaos in the slum. People were running everywhere . He reached Rishi’s house. Rishi was sitting on his chair looking petrified. ” What happened Rishi? Are you alright?” Salim shook him as he spoke. “Where is Shohaib, Salim? You need to run, they will kill you! We need to get him! ” There was a riot in the city and it was spreading fast. They rushed to the temple. Rishi’s parents tried their best to stop him, but he told them he couldn’t leave his friend alone. On the way to the temple they saw horrible things. Salim threw his topi and his taveez as he ran. Suddenly aware he was a Muslim for the first time in 16years. By the time they reached the temple Shohaib was lying there unconscious, almost beaten to death. They rushed him to the hospital. That night too Salim didn’t lose faith in Allah. Some of his Muslim and Hindu  friends were dead, and he had seen his brother being beat up just because he was a Muslim. But Salim was still a believer, he had not lost  faith.
Salim lost his faith after his brother disappeared a year, after the riot. Shohaib left Salim and his father a letter telling them he was leaving to follow Allah’s path, to spread the word of Allah, to take revenge. Salim never saw Shohaib again. He didnt even have a clue that his younger brother was capable of doing such a thing. Abu couldnt take the shock, and he had an massive heart attack. Abu was rushed to the hospital and operated. He survived. Though something inside Salim died. His faith, and his love for the place that got him peace, the Ganesh temple. After his father’s attack he never went there. It had just become a reminder of his religion and his unconscious brother ,not his happy childhood.
His father’s illness had changed everything for Salim. The medical expenses were rising everyday, they had to sell their big shop in the slum market to make ends meet. Salim lived in a small house with two rooms. One of the rooms was converted into a shop where they would sell vegetables,bread, eggs,milk, and daily utilities. Salim had passed his 12th, but his studies had to stop. They just didnt have the money and he had to run the shop to afford his father’s medicines and their daily bread and butter.
Salim had to grow up well beyond his years too quickly, he didnt’ want to. He couldn’t be a normal 18 year old. After the riot everything had changed in the slum. People weren’t the same any more. After his brother’s disappearance, everyone looked at Salim with suspicion. Some even called him a terrorist’s brother. Salim would retaliate at this at first, but slowly he gave up. He would just be at his shop and take care of his father. During all this there was only one thing in his life that he treasured. It was his friendship with Rishi. Rishi was still the same. He would see Salim through his silences, tears, anger and frustration. 
Rishi and Salim would go every night on a hill near the slum for a smoke. One such night Salim lied down looking at the stars which the city lights made very difficult to see and he started talking. ” I wonder if I am the coward or Shohaib?. He had the guts to run away for something he believes in. I could never do that Rishi. I could never leave Abu and Shohaib alone like that, to follow my belief. I want to live in the mountains. I want to be in Ladakh and study there. There is a place there where they teach  things like how to listen to music, to paint on walls, to listen to silence. I dont want to be in this shit hole. I feel guilty of feeling this way. How can I  want to run away when Abu needs me? Im his only support. I just dont have the courage.” he said puffing some smoke.
“You are joking right.” Rishi said instantly almost shocked that Salim felt this way.” Having guts, is not what Shohaib did Salim. Having courage is not about running away. You say ,he ran away because he believed in something. Following the path of Allah isn’t about killing innocent people.Remember when we were younger we would go to the Ganesh temple and you would pray to Allah, and it never mattered to me.  There is only one God. Allah doesn’t live in a mosque or a temple. He lives in your heart. What happened with Shohaib was wrong. Totally wrong. But still it doesn’t give him the right to kill anyone. Courage is doing the right thing. Even if it means sometimes to not being able to follow your dream. When I see you sitting in that shop and taking care of Abu my heart swells up. Im proud of you Salim. I dont know  of many people who have gone through so much and still been able to keep a sane head on their shoulder.  You will get your chance Salim just keep your head down and have faith.”
Days went by. Salim’s life was a routine. He would wake up, open his shop, run his shop and make sure Abu ate and took his medicines on time. In the night once he had closed the shop Rishi would come by and they would go to the hill. Salim had lost sense of time ,he had accepted this life and he had given up his dream for the sake of his duty and love for his father. 
On one morning, Salim woke up as usual at 7 . He would always wake up to his father’s recital of the Quran. He didn’t hear it, and his father was still asleep. He got up and callled Abu he didnt get a reply. His face was turned towards the wall. Salim turned him around, there was a white liquid coming out of his mouth, Abu wasn’t breathing. He was dead. Salim didn’t react to this for a very long time. There weren’t any tears,and no emotions. When he turned him around a paper had fallen from Abu’s hand. It was a letter in Hindi.
Dear Salim,

When you  find this letter I would be dead. I had to do this Salim. For most of my life I have never been able to be a good father. When your brother left you lost your faith in Allah, while I lost my ability to emote, to feel anything inside. For the last few years now you have been taking care of me. At 16 it was your age to study,to explore, to fall in love. But because of me you became a prisoner in your own house. Living a life you didn’t want to live. All through these years you never let me know that. You never got angry,  frustrated or forgot to give me a dose of my medicine in a day. Surprisingly this made me even more unhappy and guilt ridden. Your strength made me even more aware of my weakness.

I wonder if I have killed your emotions too? I wonder if you are really alive if you dont feel any emotion? If you cant be happy or angry.  I dont remember having a conversation with you, for quite some time now. I never held you or kissed you on your forehead and told you how proud I am of you. I want you to know that I am and that I will be always around.

In the Quran suicide is a sin. Though I am not afraid any more Salim.  My heart breaks everyday to see you sit in that shop. You deserve better. You are a special kid my child. I had to set you free. Take care of yourself! Allah is with you.

Loads of love to you, 

Khuda Hafiz,
By the time Salim finished the letter Rishi had reached there. He grabbed the letter from Salim and read it. He sat there quietly next to his friend. “I am  alone now Rishi. I am all alone now.” and he hugged Rishi. Salim cried, Rishi cried. They held each other and they cried for a very long time. The day went by quickly after that. He and Rishi were the only people present during the last rites. Rishi dropped Salim home and asked him if he wanted him to stay. Salim told him not to worry and that he wanted to be alone for a while.
That night Rishi found it very difficult to sleep. He knew this would be the toughest night of Salim’s life. He really was all alone. He did fall asleep late into the night though and when he got up it was already 9. He ran to Salim’s house he just had to check on him. The house door was open. He went in ,there was no sign of Salim. His small suitcase, some clothes and the money in his locker were missing. He sat down on the floor looking around and put his head in his hands. Salim was gone. 
Rishi was shattered, he broke down. His eyes suddenly went towards the wall. There was a small cutting of a scenery in Ladakh on it and it was written,” I will be here.” at the corner of the paper . Suddenly it dawned to him.  Salim was on his way to Ladakh. This was his chance and he had taken it. He smiled for the first time in the last two days. His mind was filled in with thoughts.  Salim had the courage, of the right kind.He told himself. He wasn’t afraid of being alone, of letting go of his home, of finally following his dream and exploring the danger of the unknown. Unlike his brother he didnt follow the path of Allah, but that of his own. Rishi knew that took some real guts, that it was much more difficult.
Rishi took that paper cutting off and started walking towards the Ganesh temple where he and Salim would always go as children. He took off his chappal , joined his hands and prayed. He told Allah to take care of his friend. It started raining outside. 
After a fortnight, in a school in Ladakh there was a new admission.

4 thoughts on “Salim

  1. Hey Aditi..I liked the story. I wanted to know why the father committed suicide. Is it because he had a difficult life and was guilty for his son. Just thought whether I missed out anything 🙂 lookforward to your next story…!!


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