Qaseeda(Satnampreet Pandher) In the heart of the Caribbean, where the azure waters kissed the horizon, lay the small island of Carabian. It was a place where life moved slowly, and the rhythm of the ocean dictated the pace of existence. In the year 1805, Rooh, a woman in her thirties, found herself washed ashore in this secluded paradise after a tumultuous life filled with heartbreak and loss. She had married once, but tragedy had snatched her only son from her grasp. The pain of that loss had driven her to the brink of madness, but the allure of a new beginning beckoned her to Carabian.

Her second husband, Safwan, a rugged fisherman with sun-kissed skin and deep-set eyes, embraced her with open arms. He understood her fractured mind, and despite her instability, he saw a flicker of light within her. Rooh brought with her a mysterious mirror, an artifact from her past that she believed held the essence of her lost son. Every day, she would sit by the window, combing her hair while gazing into the mirror, whispering secrets to the reflection of her son that only she could see.

The villagers accepted Rooh, albeit warily. They whispered about the ocean's secrets, legends that spoke of a bottomless abyss—a portal to a parallel world. The ocean was a character in their lives, both nurturing and punishing. But as the days turned into weeks, the tranquility of the island was shattered by a series of gruesome murders. One by one, the villagers fell prey to an unseen killer, and fear cast a shadow over Carabian.


As the sun dipped below the horizon, Rooh felt the weight of the mirror pulling her deeper into despair. Safwan, ever vigilant, tried to anchor her to reality. "Rooh, my love, we must focus on the present. The island needs us." But even his warm embrace could not quell the tempest raging within her mind.

The murders escalated, and the villagers, gripped by terror, sought help from a renowned detective, Inspector Alaric, who arrived with a keen eye and a determination to uncover the truth. He questioned everyone, but the answers remained elusive. The island whispered its secrets, but the ocean remained silent.

One fateful evening, as the villagers gathered in the town square, a storm brewed ominously on the horizon. It was said that a great thunderwave was approaching, and panic set in. They advised everyone to leave the island, but Safwan knew that they needed to fish one last time to sustain themselves during the impending voyage.

"Take this mirror," Rooh said, her voice trembling as she handed it to Safwan. "Keep it close. It will guide you if danger approaches." With a heavy heart, she watched him set sail into the darkening waters.


As the storm hit with ferocity, the waves crashed against Safwan's boat, throwing him into chaos. Rooh's heart raced as she stood on the shore, calling out to him. But the ocean roared louder, drowning her cries as the tempest swallowed her husband whole.

"Rooh!" her neighbors shouted, pulling her away from the shore. "We must leave! It’s too dangerous!" But she fought against their grasp, her heart breaking as the last glimpse of her husband vanished beneath the churning waters.

Days turned into weeks, and the island was ravaged by the storm. The villagers worked tirelessly to rebuild their homes, but the scars of loss ran deep. Ten long years passed before the island was deemed safe again, and the villagers returned to their once-bustling home.


After a decade of living in a seaside town, Rooh felt a pull toward the island that had once been her sanctuary. She longed to revisit the memories of Safwan, to find solace in the ruins of their love. Determined, she sought out a young boy named Furfooz, who bore an uncanny resemblance to her lost son.

"I want to go back to Carabian," Rooh said, her eyes filled with yearning. "Will you take me?"

Furfooz, a spirited orphan, agreed to guide her, but his availability was limited to the night. He was a captain now, sailing ships across the waters, and he promised to take her under the cover of darkness.

As they sailed toward the island, Rooh recounted the tales of her past, sharing her sorrow and the legacy of her lost son. "Those who die before their time become stars," she mused. "They watch over us from the heavens."

But as they approached the lighthouse, a strange light caught her attention. "What is that?" she asked, pointing toward the flickering beacon.

"Just an old relic," Furfooz replied, but curiosity got the better of him. He steered the ship closer to investigate.

As they neared the barren and dead lighthouse, the light intensified, illuminating the dark waters. Furfooz climbed aboard, drawn by an unseen force. Inside, he discovered the source of the glow—a broken mirror, shards reflecting moonlight like a thousand stars.

When he picked it up, it shattered into pieces, releasing a blinding light that enveloped the entire lighthouse. The ocean became still, and the moonlight revealed a vision of the past.

Rooh gasped as she saw the image of Safwan, fishing in his boat, when suddenly he spotted a figure in the water—her son. Panic washed over him as he dove into the waves, searching for the truth. The vision revealed a horrifying reality; Safwan witnessed his beloved Rooh as she took their son’s life in a fit of madness.

The villagers, who had gathered on the ship, gasped in horror. The revelation tore through them like a tempest. They had believed Rooh to be a victim of circumstance, but now the truth was laid bare. Whispers of betrayal echoed around them, and all eyes turned toward her.

Furfooz, however, remained steadfast. "We must learn more," he urged. "There is a deeper story here."

They sailed to Rooh's old home, where the remnants of her past lay buried beneath the sands of time. As they entered, Rooh collapsed, the weight of the truth crashing down upon her. "Why would I do such a thing?" she cried, trembling.

Furfooz knelt beside her, his heart aching for the woman he had grown to love as a mother.
"You were not yourself, Rooh. You were suffering from Dissociative Identity Disorder. The pain of losing your son twisted your mind."

Many great legends and detectives ingnored Rooh to be the murdered as she too had lost her son.

There were two souls in one body, both belonging to Rooh but from parallel worlds!


The villagers, burdened by their anger and confusion, were hesitant to accept Rooh’s condition as a valid explanation. But Furfooz stood firm, vowing to help her heal. He spent years with her, guiding her through therapy, allowing her to confront her demons and the darkness that had gripped her for so long.

As the years passed, Rooh transformed. She became a pillar of strength in the community, sharing her story to help others who suffered from similar afflictions. Furfooz became her anchor, and their bond blossomed into a beautiful mother-son relationship.


As the sun set on Rooh's eightieth birthday, he sat by the shore, his heart filled with gratitude and love. The vibrant colors of the sky mirrored the warmth in his soul.

"Today, we celebrate you, Rooh," he said softly, tears glistening in his eyes. "You’ve overcome so much."


As evening descended, Furfooz prepared a small boat, ready to honor her final wish. They sailed into the ocean, where Rooh’s ashes would be scattered, a tribute to the life she had lived.

With a heavy heart, Furfooz released her ashes into the water, watching as they dissolved into the depths of the ocean. "May you find your peace among the stars," he whispered, knowing that Rooh would forever be a part of the universe.

As the final rays of sunlight faded, the ocean shimmered, reflecting the life of a woman who had faced the abyss and emerged stronger. Rooh’s legacy lived on, not just in the memories of those she touched but in the very fabric of the island that had once held her pain!

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