Chapter 32: Departure and The flight

At the airport DJ was crying uncontrollably. Her parents were trying to console her. Haya tried to calm her down but when she could not help, she moved aside and stood with her hands in her jacket's pockets and kept looking at DJ.
To day she had worn shalwar kameez and on that jacket. She had put her dupatta around her neck like a muffler. Today was the last day. From tomorrow onwards she would wear clithes of her choice and go about wherever she liked..without the fear of Taya Furqan or her dad.
It was eleven thirty at night and her flight was due tge next morning at four.
"Just how much does she cry. You take care of her!"
Sulaiman sahab was irked by DJ's crying. She was crying even when he had started to leave. She stopped crying when an officer from Etihad Airlines came and politely addressed them.
"Madam, please remove your documents from the luggage and keep it with you in handcarry. In case your luggage is lost atleast your documents will be safe."
"Avein our luggage will get lost?" DJ replied while wiping her face. She forgot her crying and said angrily "We don't want to carry so much weight with us."
"Madam, this is better for you. Sometimes the luggage gets lost. It might then be a problem for you."
The officer was a Pakistani girl working for the airlines at the airport. She had noticed that they were travelling for the first time and came to inform them. Haya would have agreed but DJ was adamant.
"Absolutely not! We don't want to carry heavy weight in our handcarry."
"You don't have to carry in the plane."
"We still have to carry till we reach the plane."
"In that case in Turkey may Allah have mercy on you!" She stomped and left. DJ felt satified and with a vicorious smile looked at Haya while pushing her glasses on her nose. "Nothing can defeat a person till he himself does not accept defeat."
Haya laughed heartily. She felt DJ was nice.
In the flight they both got the seat in the same row. The middle seat was empty. Haya got the window seat while DJ got the seat at the other end.
"It would be do much fun Haya! If this seat is occupied by a handsome, charming...." DJ's words were left unsaid. A fat Pakistani sahab who looked stuffed in his two piece came and sat between them. Haya and DJ felt uncomfortable and moved further away from the seat.
"I am called Usman Shabbir, Sheikh Usman Shabbir." He said excitedly.
"Nice!" Haya replied while looing for something in her golden clutch.
"Good!" DJ spread the magazine in front of her face.
"I have come from Turkey, afterall tgat is where I stay. My wife and son also stay there."
Haya pretended she was very busy looking for something in her clutch and DJ brought the magazine closer to her face, it almost touched her face.
"But he is not my son, do tou know who's don he is?"
They couldn't ignore her further. Haya looked at him and DJ put the magazine down.
"You tell, whose son is he?"
It felt like he was looking to speak to someone for decades and finally he could narrate his story. Haya and DJ were very bored. Haya felt nauseous because of sleep amd the flight. She didn't tell DJ that this was her first time travelling, what would she think if her?...that she never sat in a plane? Now how could she tell she never got a chance to.
While he was narrating his story, the menu card was offered. Tgey became energetic again. Some names sounded similiar while other looked like tgey were from Urdu origin.
"Zeera potato and veg cutlet, paneer jalfarezi, plain paratha, birayani, sayadieh samak etc".
Haya questioningly looked at DJ. They couldn't figure out what they should order.
"Turkish food is very delicious and Turkish are very found of eating. Let me siggest what we should eat."
"Very good, please tell." Haya surrendered.
"First let's order Sayadieh Samak. Its the traditional turk rice with white fish, fried onions and cashew. Mushroom and cheese omelette, zeera potato..." he ordered the food.

But when the food arrived Haya felt very nauseatic just by its smell. Even DJ didnt feel like eating. They just had a spoon and left it. Haya had never eaten such bland food in her life before. Usman sahab was enjoying his food. Haya felt if this was Turkish food then she is going to starve in Turkey. Strange aroma was entering her nostrils and she felt nauseatic again. She covered her face with dupatta and slept.