Part 2:
Hi! My name is Zoya Farooqi. I am an orphan who leads a very simple life. I was 2 years old when my parents died in a car accident and after their death none of my relatives were ready to take my responsibility thus one of my daddy's cousin left me in this orphanage. It's been 16 years since I am living in this orphanage but no one ever, from my relatives, came to meet me. I wonder if they even remember me or not. I do get emotional sometimes thinking about how my life would have been if my parents had not died but it doesn't mean I am not happy with the life Allah has given to me.
I have no blood relations with anyone in this orphanage even then these all are like a family to me.
My care taker 'Shehnaaz' is no less than a mother to me. She has always guided me like a mother thus I call her 'Ammi'.
She's like a mother figure for other girls as well.
She taught us the importance of our religion 'Islam' in our life. She had made it a habit for all of us to perform all five prayers and recite Quran e paak each day.
We learned, from her, how to balance 'deen' and 'duniya' equally in our lives.
Worshipping Allah doesn't seems like a duty to me. It sets my whole self at absolute peace. At the time when I worship Allah, I feel like Allah is very close to me and He is listening to my prayers attentively. If I ever miss offering any namaz, I feel very restless.
Today I feel grateful to ammi for guiding me to the path of my religion. I have found that friend in my creator which I never found on the planet. A friend who listens to whatever I want to share. A friend who knows me inside out. I love Allah!
'Women should cover themselves.' This is what I love about Islam the most. Covering myself gives me an unknown feel of protection as if Allah Himself is keeping an eye on me for my safety. I never step out without wearing a hijaab, abaya and niqaab. I feel beautiful when I see myself in the mirror wearing these things.
I know I am very different from the other girls and this is another thing I love about myself.
I am an arts student in a girls College. I walk to my college as it is at a walking distance from the orphanage. In the way of my college, there's a dhaba which my uncle, Ammi's cousin, runs. I exchange greetings with him everyday when I cross by the dhaba. He is a very sweet person and loves me as his own daughter.
I feel so blessed that even though am an orphan, I have some people in my life whom I can look up to as my parents. Allah has actually blessed me enough.
It was another usual day of my life and I was returning back from my college around 1 pm. I stopped and raised my head as I heard mamu's voice.
"Asalaam O Allaikum beti." He greeted me.
"Wa Allaikum Asalaam." I smiled at him as I replied.
"Ab kaisi tabiyat hai aapki?" I asked him.
"Tumhaari dua'on ke assar se bohot behtar hai ab beta." Mamu answered politely making me smile widely.
Just a 2 days back I had gone to his house with Ammi and there we got to know that he was suffering from severe flu but now he seemed well.
He asked me about Ammi's well beings and I assured him that she is absolutely fine. "Say my salaam to her. Allah Hafiz." He smiled at me. "Sure! Allah Hafiz."
As I was turning around, I felt someone's gaze on me which made me feel a bit uneasy. I lifted my eyes and saw a guy standing at a distance with his eyes bore straight into mines. I did notice something strange in his gaze. He seemed curious and delighted at the same time. It seemed like his eyes were smiling at me.
I immediately lowered my gaze and started walking towards the orphanage.
I couldn't walk straight anymore as I knew he was still staring at me.
I went and hugged Ammi as I reached the orphanage. She kissed my forehead lovingly and asked me to go freshen up before going to the dining area to have lunch.
I ate lunch with the other girls in the dining area and then came into the bed room to offer my Zuhur prayer.
"Asalaam O Allaikum Zainab. Tum khana khanay dining area mein kyun nahi ayi?" I asked Zainab, my room mate, who was laying on her bed.
"Aaj college mein carnival tha na toh wahi shawarma kha liya tha. Bhook nahi thi or." She replied with her eyes close. She seemed tired.
I too laid on my bed beside her's and closed my eyes to take a small nap before starting making my arts project which has to be presented tomorrow.
I woke up after two hours and offered my Assar prayer.
I gathered all the things, I would be needing for the project, on my bed and started the work. I was very much excited for this presentation. Arts was my passion and I was going to put in my 100% to make my project the best.
It took me some hours to finish up with the project. I was satisfied with my work but still was a bit nervous for tomorrow.
By the time I finished, Rabya baji came to call us for dinner. I ate dinner, offered my Isha namaz and then went to bed as I called it a night while all the others went outside in the park to roam around for sometime before going to bed.
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Asad's POV
"Dad has given me an important work to do so I couldn't hangout with you guys today." I posted this message in the group chat on whatsapp which included just the four of us as I parked my car in front of the dhaba at exact 12 : 38 pm. She crossed this road around 1 pm yesterday and I didn't want to miss the chance to look in those deep orbs of hers so came here a little early.
To pass the time I connected my phone to my car's deck system and played the song 'Aankhein teri' which I downloaded last night before sleeping.
I don't know the count of how many times I have listened to this song since last night. Whenever the tune of this song hits my ear drums, I imagine her sitting in front of me and looking straight into my eyes. Both of us not blinking even once. Her eyes makes me want to drown deep down into them. Where no one could locate me.
Seriously now! Only her eyes are making me think of such silly things. I wonder how her other features would effect my mind. I am afraid I'll go completely crazy if I saw whole of her face. She's like an undiscovered treasure for me which I desperately want to discover.
I remembered how her cheeks lifted yesterday when she smiled looking at the dhaba's owner. God knows how beautiful she looks while smiling. How her lips look when they adopts the shape of a half moon. Maybe the glint in her eyes increases when smile adores her face, if this was even possible.
All I could do was imagine her face and assume how she would look with various expressions adoring her face. I sighed deeply.
I gazed at the time. It was 12 :53 pm. I moved my gaze to the road ahead but there were no signs of her.
When will she come? I couldn't help my desperation.
I closed my eyes and leaned my head back on the seat and listened to the song which kept repeating on the deck system.
I started taping my fingers on my knee connecting their rhythm with the beats of the song.
After a few minutes I opened my eyes and again looked in the front but my eyes still couldn't find their desired candy.
'What if she has already crossed this road?'
'What if she didn't cross by this road today?'
My eye brows creased as these horrifying thoughts crossed my mind.
I still haven't concluded the reason behind my desire to see her again and like all the previous times I put the thought aside as I had no answer to it.
With each passing minute my hopes were drowning. I pouted as I noticed the time - 1 : 11 pm. 'Ab aa bhi jao' I groaned.
I raised my head upwards and as if I was talking to God directly, I started "You can't do this to me. You know how much I have yearned to catch just one more glimpse of her since I saw her yesterday. Please Allah rehem karo! You have to bring her here. Buss!" I huffed.
When she still didn't came in the next 4-5 minutes I again looked upwards with my lips pouted. "Please God pleeaaasseee." I pleaded as I entwined my fingers together.
I got out of the car as I was getting restless. I banged the door with a great force and leaned over it as I folded my arms across my chest. My gaze moved all around the place and stilled as I finally saw her coming. My gaze softened as soon as it rested on her form and my heart did a little happy dance making my heart beat wild.
She was walking with the same grace as yesterday. Her head down, those eyes of hers for which I have been longing were fixed on the road. She was whole covered except the eyes. The same blue one-shoulder bag was hanging on her right shoulder. Nothing different caught my eye as my gaze followed her.
She was crossing the dhaba now and I expected her to raise her head to great the owner but when she didn't I noticed that the owner was no where to be seen in the dhaba.
She crossed the dhaba and all I could see now was her retreating back. I frowned.
She didn't raise her head even once. I didn't get to see her eyes. What the EFFF!?
How big of a fool I am! I should have done something to come in her notice. Stupid! I cursed myself. I waited for so long to catch a glimpse of her eyes and what did I get!? Freaking shit!
I immediately sat back in the car and followed her. Not accelerating the car speed above 20 as I wanted to keep my car at a distance from her so that she doesn't get suspicious about a certain car following her.
It didn't take her long to reach her destination which was surprisingly an .. Orphanage?
I saw her entering the gate of the orphanage and shutting it behind her back. What did she has do in an orphanage? Maybe she has gone in there to meet someone. Yeah possible. I assumed.
I parked my car at the side and waited for her to come out. I started tapping my fingers on the steering wheel while my eyes were glued on the gate.
I took a look at the time. It was 2:16 pm.
It's been 45 minutes since am waiting for her but she didn't came back. How I wish I could go in there and see what she was doing.
Ny frown kept deepening as the time passed. At last waiting for another 20 minutes, I drove back to my home. Highly disappointed with myself.
She and the orphanage kept bothering me for the rest of the day. I kept wondering why she went to an orphanage? If she went there to meet someone then the authorities wouldn't have allowed her to stay in for such a long time. And if God forbid she herself lives there then I wanted to know since when did she stays there. From how long?
She was a mystery for me and I desperately wanted to solve this one.
I appointed a trustworthy man 'Dawood' to investigate every single detail about her as this was the only way I could think of yet.
I didn't have the patience in me to know her bit by bit. I wanted to know everything about her as soon as possible.
Next day I received a call from Dawood and impressively he had found out all the information I needed.
I listened to him patiently as he told me all of her bio data.
"Thankyou so much." I thanked him enthusiastically before cutting the call.
I felt bad for her as I learned about her parents death. I could understand how tough life would have been for her.
The mystery named 'Zoya' was finally solved.
"Zoya." Her name escaped my lips as a sigh. Her name was as pure as she herself was.
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I won't blame anything or anyone for updating this SS after nearly 20 days because the fault is simply mine! 😕
I was just being lazy in typing the part. 🤢
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Edited by Emaani.95 - 10 years ago
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