Rehmat Quotes

Nightbringer was the name humans gave him. Along with the King of No Name. But before that, he had another name. “Meherya,” I say. “Beloved.” He howls then, an echoing cry that breaks something inside me. But still, he hides away, for he is not the Beloved anymore either. He has turned his back on his duty and humanity. On Mauth. But in truth, humanity turned against him first. And Mauth, who should have loved the Meherya best, did nothing when his son and all that he cherished were destroyed. The Nightbringer gave Mauth everything—and Mauth repaid him with a thousand years of torment... “Nirbara,” I whisper. “Forsaken.” He turns. “Forsaken by humans and by Mauth,” I say, and the maelstrom grows more violent with each word. “Forsaken by the Scholars, who you sought only to help and who stole all that you loved. Forsaken by Rehmat, who left you alone with all your pain.

I like the country fine,” said Rehmat dryly. “It’s the people that bother me.

When you fondle me With your feathery hands, Then…! I feel The cabal’s of firefly Creep into my soul

And the dusk in my heart Becomes light When you Look toward me…

Maa, wo raaz-e-zindagi hai jo har lafz mein chhupa hai, jaise ke koh-e-qafas ki gehraaiyon mein. Uski muskurahat se noor barasta hai, jaise ke mausam-e-bahar mein phoolon ki khushboo. Uske pyaar mein jazbaat ki lehar chhupi hai, jo samandar ki gehraaiyon ko chhoo leti hai. Maa, har lafz uski ek dua hai, har nazar uski ek ibadat. Uski mohabbat mein rehmat chhupi hai, jise paak hawaon mein mehsoos kiya ja sakta hai. Uski azmat un pahaaron se bhi ooncha hai, jo aasman ki bulandiyon ko chhoo leti hain.

Dua" Yeh jo rahein tumne li hain Hum duago hain yeh sab hamwaar hon Khawab jo tumne sanware the dil mein Woh haqeeqat ki soorat namoodar hon Har qadam par mile tumko kamiyabi Zindagi mein khushi ke hazaron bahar hon Har museebat se tumko bachaye Khuda Saya-e-Rehmat tum pe hamesha barqarar hon Aaney walay dino mein ho roshan safar Tumhare liye khushi ke ambaar hon Yeh jo ilm ka khazana tumne paya hai Iski roshni tumhare gird hisaar ho Tum jahan bhi jao, roshni ho har qadam Andheron se tumhara koi wasita na ho Mohabbat ki khushboo tumhare sang chale Har dil mein tumhare liye pyar ho Gham ke saaye kabhi tum par na aayein Tumhari zindagi hamesha khushgawar ho Humari duaein hain, har pal tumhare saath Tumhari har dua bhi qubool o aashkaar ho

If I weep over every last one, I will go mad.” “Perhaps,” Rehmat says. “But you’ll remain human. Is that not worth a bit of madness?

Your unwillingness to travel a road you should not travel has nothing to do with me,” Rehmat says. “The heart knows what it knows.

There is an irrefutability in Rehmat’s tone that rings a bell at the core of my being. It is as if the creature is simply uncovering something that has long been carved into the arc of my life. Perhaps it has tampered with my mind, or the Nightbringer has. Or perhaps my instinct has been honed by enough betrayal that when it sings truth, I listen. Perhaps I finally believe that my victories have been because I decided to fight, when others might have given up.