A FEMALE SPY AT OPERATION WAZIRASTAN,PAKISTAN- EP 10: buried hate n born love- a novel

Anza and Nofil at Peshawar to spy:

‘Gentleman, North Wazirastan is a mountainous region bordering Afghanistan with an estimated population of 361246 people. Miramshah is the capital of North Wazirastan. As you all know this area had been the strong base of militants in the recent past.
  Though we have successfully cleared this area from the terrorists of all hue and colors but still we have to break that under ground network which is still causing destruction in our country. Recent bomb blasts in areas of Pakistan have been planned across the border but were facilitated from here. Miss Anza will serve in one of local hospital at Datakhel as Doctor Shireen Gul and will detect the miscreant hidden under the masks as innocents.

                                Anza will spy and will be trained to get familiar with local language and customs. She’ll also practice with army operation if needed. I hope we’ll be able to see her sniping precision in this operation along with her medical services. She’ll be supported by our team already working there. After having some valuable information from her, major Nofil and captain Usman will conduct the final operation if needed. People over there would not expect a female spy at operation Wazirastan. You can get your schedules from admin office. That’s all, for the day. Pakistan Zindabad,’ Captain Ahmed briefed them about the history and location of North Wazirastan.

                              ‘I know, you must requested brig Bakhtiar to indulge you in this operation,’ Anza approached Nofil when they came out of the conference hall.

‘Over come, your impudence madam, brig Bakhtiar himself called me to join this operation as he was very impressed by my performance in last operation. By the way have your fiancé given you permission to join us? I’m sorry I couldn’t be there,’ Nofil tried to prank her with her own trick.

‘Ooo… That one,’ Anza suddenly remembered something.
‘I wish I would take your picture at that time. Your face went cheerless like a flattering yellow leave of autumn,’ Anza made fun of him.

‘It was looking that you are going to tear that card as soon as I‘ll leave the room,’ she continued.

‘Why would I tear that card? I was just sad for the man, who was going to bear this interventionist girl for the rest of his life,’ Nofil didn’t understand what to say after her blunt comment about him.

‘Really!’ Anza asked innocently.
TIME IS RUNNING SHORT

‘Miss Anza Khan, don’t play with my true feelings. If you remember your demanded time is running short,’ Nofil looked at her straight.

‘Oh, I forget my mobile in conference room, I should go and see it,’ Anza hurriedly turned back to the hall, leaving him alone with his question.
A TOUGH TRAINING

It was very tough training. They had different sessions.  They didn’t find much time to talk with each other except discussing about the upcoming operation. It was the last day of their training. Nofil had to go back to Gawadar till any call from here. Anza was about to leave for Datakhel.
                      ‘Anza, I don’t know, when we can meet or have any contact again. It is not like as spying in a big city. You need to be very careful, it can be dangerous for your life if any one get hint about your reality,’ Nofil was very worried for her.

‘Don’t worry, our all missions are equally dangerous and we cover it at our life’s risk,’ she put the USB in her laptop to copy some data from office.

‘You are so precious for me. I don’t want to force you but remember I can beat the death just at little hope from your side.’ Nofil came close to her.

‘Nofil, I think at this time we should be completely focused upon our work. These dialogues don’t suits to a valiant commando,’ Anza moved back and checked her laptop.
SOFT HEART OF A TOUGH COMMANDO

                      ‘Why not?  We are normal human beings, we also think of our loved ones while fighting in wild forests and harsh mountains. When we put hands in the holes of poisonous reptile enemies, reminiscences of our loved ones provide us the power to eradicate the remaining of devils from our mother land. We come back from the ditch of death by the prayers of our love ones,’ Nofil saw her finished her work.

                     ‘Anza, you have overhauled my thoughts. I always think of you, I want to have a blissful life with you,’ Nofil was not in the mood to give her any chance of escape today.

‘Nofil, don’t take me wrong. I just want to focus on my upcoming operation. As you said it is the most dangerous hardcore area. My little mistake can risk the many lives associated in this operation. I think you understand me and I still have time as you said before,’ Anza took off her USB from the laptop and packed her bag.

‘Don’t worry I’ll keep in touch with you,’ she went towards the door.
WE DON’T WANT A LADY DOCTOR

‘We were looking forward for any male doctor in this hospital. People here have suffered a lot in recent years. We didn’t have any qualified doctor for many years and now government has sent you. Our women and children don’t see the doctors usually,’ Nawaz Baba didn’t seem happy at the appointment of a lady doctor in the local hospital after waiting a long time. He put her luggage in a small quarter which was attached with the hospital.

‘Women and children over here badly needed a doctor. I have been appointed here after a detailed survey. You don’t worry everything will go better with time. You tell everyone in the town about me and tell them I can also visit their homes in time of any need,’ Anza advised him patiently ignoring his displeasure.
Anza WAS NOT WELCOMED AT ALL

Her clinic was situated at one side of Tochi River following through barren and dry Hindu Kush Mountains.

Datakhel was a town with scattered houses. Many people work on farmlands around. Due to lack of education many people were indulge in transport or any other businesses.  Next day she came outside to take a round. The signs of recent war were evident in some demolished places which were the hide outs of agents of devil, a little time before. She could see the newly constructed buildings, houses and market at some places. She tried to speak to many women but they were shutting their doors and windows by looking at her, as they have seen any monster. Soon she entered a street with well built houses in a row, when a double cabin stopped by her side.
Nawaz Baba ran towards it.

‘Salaam, Khan.’

‘Is she the new doctor?’

‘Tell her to stay at her clinic, enjoy her salary and try to get her transfer as early as possible.  If she tries to mingle our women, it will not good for her,’ a man at front with gunned men sat at back warned Anza.

‘Actually….’ Anza came forward to talk with him when he insinuated the driver to start the vehicle again and went forward. He didn’t pay her any importance. Nawaz baba was right, no one came to her clinic for fist a month but one day a local woman Shama Jan ran to her clinic.
YOU SHOULD GET TRANSFER

 ‘Tell her to stay at her clinic, enjoy her salary and try to get her transfer as early as possible.  If she tries to mingle our women, it will not good for her,’ a man at front with gunned men sat at back warned Anza.

‘Actually….’ Anza came forward to talk with him when he insinuated the driver to start the vehicle again and went forward. He didn’t pay her any importance.

‘He is Fazal Ur Rehman, a renowned trader of this area. His trucks import floor, vegetables, cement etc to Afghanistan. I told you, people over here didn’t like your appointment. No one will come to you,’ Nawaz Baba moved back.

‘Fazal Ur Rehman is most influential man of that area. He is on our watch list but still we couldn’t get any evidence against him,’ brig. Bakhtiar already briefed her about notables of that area. Nawaz baba was right. For a month she sat free in hospital as no one came to see her except Shama Jan.

SHAMA JAN, A LOCAL MAID, WORKED AS BRIDGE

‘Doctor bibi, do you have any work? Let me clean your room.’

She always entered her room without permission and tried to touch her things. She was a local maid, worked at many houses.

‘My husband was an electrician but he lost his both legs in drone attack when he just went there to check the generator. All day I worked at the houses for his treatment. Let me please wash your clothes.’

She insisted her to do her work when Anza forbade her to come in her room.

‘I like to do my work by myself; you take your husband to me. I’ll see what I can do for him.

’                    ‘He is so disappointed after being disabled that he doesn’t want to see any one. I have talked to a surgeon in Peshawar for artificial legs. Just let me do some work. I’ll be grateful,’ Shama Jan told her about her restrains. She kept on coming regularly. Anza didn’t like her at start. As a detective she doubtful about her style but with time she knew her importance. Shama Jan was the bridge between her and the local women. Sometimes she asks for medicines for the people around after telling their problems. Shama has a good and helping repute among the people in the town.

NOFIL AND LI AT BIKE RIDE ADVENTURE
            'Don't you have any work at Gawadar? I can't take your calls off and on,' Anza yelled at Nofil after taking his call on secret wireless.
'How did you know about it? I'm on leave from today,' He acted surprised.
'I hope, every thing will be fine at all side,'
'It can't be without you but for the time being I and Li are going to explore khunjrab pass on bikes from Islamabad,' he sighed.
'Any adventure can be expected from you major Nofil Rehman but please take care of your Chinese friend's adventurous shocks, which they sometimes shown to us' Anza showed concerned for Li.
'Don't worry, he is not that violent and thrilled,' Nofil laughed.
'What about you madam spy, I'm worried for you,'
'Don't be, I'm fine and up to my work. Have a safe and full of fun ride,' Anza put off the wireless.
Anza GOT CHANCE TO ENTER Fazal UR REHMAN’S HOUSE

‘Bibi, hurry Fazal Ur Rehman’s son is not well. Her wife is co at Asma, who was Fazal’s second wife.

‘Thank you very much doctor. His father has no issues with his children. He is only interested in marrying and giving births to a child every year,’ she was very angry.

‘I just started my college, when my father married me here. I’m so happy to see anyone outside here,’ she insisted Anza to stop at tea till the drip finished. She was a talkative woman. Suddenly her tone changed and she looked at the small wall at one side.

‘I’m not afraid of any one. Go and tell him that I have called the doctor for my poor son,’ Asma started to shout.

‘Fazal Ur Rehman's first wife lives there,’ she told Anza.

‘I should go, call me again if he is not better,’ Anza took her bag and went outside.

 Suddenly she saw one girl was peeping at her from behind the door. She was almost 15 years old thin, pale girl. Anza gave her welcoming smile when she dared to come forward.

Anza noted that she was pregnant. ‘I’m not feeling well. Can you help me,’ she asked with watery eyes.
‘Go and see the doctor in your country where Fazal Ur Rehman bought a house for you. I have called her for myself,’ Asma yelled on her.
‘Its OK, let me see her,’ Anza stopped there and Asma went inside angrily.
Fazal Ur Rehman’s 3rd and 4th wives were from Afghanistan. She was his 4^th wife, whom he bought last year. ‘I’ll send some medicines at Shama’s hand, you take them regularly and don’t worry,’ Anza left the house while Shama was busy talking to Fazal Ur Rehman's first wife. After her visit to Fazal’s house, the other people of town also started to visit her in hospital and also called her in emergency.
Fazal UR REMAN’S SECRET WARE HOUSE
‘Asma is educated and belong to a strong family background that’s why she is Fazal’s favorite wife. I knew he would not say her anything,’ Shama told her.  In no time Anza was free to go at Fazal’s house at any time.  She also had a chance to visit male compartment of the house whenever it is empty. She was also able to know about the routine of Fazal’s work from Asma now.
‘We can have a long talk today as Fazal is out for two days. He off and on disappeared for some days and forbade us all to tell any one. Last time he came back with his new bride,’ Asma seemed angry and shared her emotions with her.
‘Let me show you our warehouse, here we load our trade,’ she took her to roof one day and pointed towards a store behind her home.
‘You’ll see my son will take over his father’s business one day,’ her face was shining with hope.
Anza was taking the notes and maps of everything happening there keeping an eye on other events in the town.
‘It was evening, Anza was coming back from Miram Shah after visiting a patient. She was thinking about the Nofil and his ride adventure. 'Bike ride on giant mountains!' I wish I could also enjoy it,' her tomboyish nature was inciting her when she saw an old woman running towards steep rocks close to the border. Shama Jan was following her at a little distance. Anza asked Nawaz to stop the cabin......
TO BE CONTINUED….

Disclaimer: the names and persons in this novel are completely fictional. Any resemblance with someone living or dead will be coincidence.