Ibrahim lived in the city of mirrors, Shahar-e-Aaina. Famous for
catering to the taste and whims of the princely of seeing their own image and
adoring it every day, the city of mirrors as goes its name, was a large
marketplace of mirrors.
But truth is always stranger than fiction. Beyond just the mirrors,
in the realm of magic lay the special mirrors, which only the chosen ones could
create.
Ibrahim was one such craftsman.
After having created mirrors which always showed the good image,
which everyone desired, no matter how nasty they behaved in reality.
Caught in his trap for the past 40 years, Ibrahim was lost every day
in looking at his good image day and night and added disharmony in his family.
His love, Abeeda, was with him yet alone for these 40 years. Not that they
wouldn’t talk or something. Every day, Ibrahim would ask her what she wished to
buy. But that was not she had married Ibrahim for.
In this business of mirrors and money, she had lost the Ibrahim she met
in the market, 40 years ago, the Ibrahim who never looked into a mirror to see
his image.
She knew it was a disaster. But this had to be done.
That night Ibrahim could hear all the mirrors in his workshop crash
and Abeeda could see her Ibrahim once again, released from the prison of
mirrors.
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