Aglay Waqton Ke Hain Yeh Log, Urdu Short Story by Abida Rehmani. When I came to the new house after my marriage, I came to know that the house always remain full with guests. There were about 16 members of the family and there were 15-20 guests staying at home at that time. People had come from Lahore, Wah, Peshawar and Karachi to attend the marriage. My uncle, aunt and their granddaughter Sakina had come from Nodero, Sindh. It was December holidays and winter was at its swing in Rawalpindi. Sakina used to stay with her grandmother calling her Amma. It appeared that both granddaughter and grandmother had developed great love among themselves. It was my first meeting with that aunt. She belonged to a village near Lucknow in India and she spoke a mixed up Urdu.