arrest those in the cave. The Soldat was able to enter the cave, "Cut the snake's head off!" shouted Nabi to Hajar who was unaware of the danger. She aimed weakly and shot at the Soldat directly in the forehead, seeing what happened the rest of the army got frightened and lost hope so they retreated.
Being short of everything, Nabi and Hajar became very weak. Feeling that it is their last chance to live, Nabi asked Hajr to forgive him and grant him the pardon of being of Halal . "Don't worry, I will follow you soon" answered Hajar. "I'm sorry that I could not give you a peaceful life, all the times we were together was spent at war" pleaded Nabi sorrowfully. Hajar took her husband's papakh and tried to fan him. He was perspiring and breathing heavily. Hajar noticed that her husband's hat is full of holes, she tried to look for the hole she made the first time they saw each other but couldn't.
Their love for their country and fight against cruel conquerors became an aim and obsession. The glory and honour of their aim was coupled by the deep love they have for each other. A love that knew no boundaries and more alive than the comfortable life offered by the Emperor. Love's emotion is mixed with love of country it brings about a superior form of love not worth changing even with the richness of the world.
Nabi became calm and Hajar had nothing to say. They held each other's hand and in that position they went to sleep…an endless sleep that lasted…forever.
For a week nobody dared to enter the cave when they noticed that birds coming in and out. This made them sure of the absence of life inside the cave. When they finally entered the cave, they saw two lovers lovingly holding each other's hands till death. They were touched by the scene so
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Halal is forgiveness in God's way.
Papakh is a hat.
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