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Chapter 6
Three weeks of her internship were already done. Zoya couldn't believe how fast time was moving. She wanted to take in each second and live it to the fullest. She knew that after these three weeks, her father was never going to allow her to do anything. But, she also knew that she only had a week left to find something about her mother. She had to do something, she had to! Today, she had parent teacher conferences for her class. She was kind of feeling nervous. She had a good rapport with the kids, that's because kids were easy to get along with. But adults were a whole different story, she thought. She chose a pink and white anarkali. She added pink earrings and bangles and let her hair down her shoulder. She finished the class first and then let the kids go to the playground so they can play outside while she can talk to the parents. One by one the parents came and Zoya thought she was doing pretty well. Someone knocked at the door and Zoya stood up, "yes come in," she said. "Hello, main Mrs. Nikhat khan, Imran ki mom," Nikhat introduced herself. "Oh it's nice to meet you, please have a seat," Zoya said. "Imran class mein kaisa hai?" Nikhat asked. "Imran is a wonderful kid, thoda shararati hai lekin kisiko zyada thang nahi karta hai. Par ha aap uske spelling par thoda dihaan dijiye ga," Zoya said. "Ha main jaanti hoon, kosish karahi hoon. I will work on it more with him. Waise woh aapki bahut baatein karta hai," Nikhat said. "meri baatein?" Zoya said confused. "jee, aap joh bhi class mein sikati hai woh baatein Imran ghar par hume seekata hai," Nikhat said. "oh wow thanks. Waise kuch hi hafte huwe hai lekin yeh saare baccho se itna lagav hogaya hai paata nahi kaise ek hafte mein yaha se jaungi," Zoya said as she looked at the kids playing outside. "aap jaana kyun chathi hai, yeh job le lijiye na. bacche bhi aapko kitna pasand karte hai," Nikhat suggested. The smile from Zoya's smile disappeared. "I wish!" Zoya said. Nikhat noticed the change in her behavior and was about to ask Zoya what's wrong but they were interrupted by a loud cry from the playground. "excuse me!" Zoya said as she ran outside. Nikhat also followed her out to see what was going on.
Zoya went out to see asma on the ground and her knee was bleeding. Zoya picked her up and bought her to the corridor and made her on a chair. "bahut dukh raha hai," asma cried. "abhi doh minute theek hojayega," Zoya said and she quickly got the first aid box from the classroom. She cleaned the wound slowly and bandaged it. Asma was still crying and Zoya was trying to pacify her. She was wiping her tears and pulling her cheeks trying to make her smile. Nikhat smiled seeing the sight in front of her. "please muskura doh warna mujhe paata hai keh tume kaise hasana hai," Zoya said and asma looked at her with tears still in her eyes. Zoya started to tickle asma and she started to laugh. "jaldi chot theek hojayegi," Zoya said as she pulled asma's cheeks. Asma joined the other kids again. Zoya walked up to Nikhat, "I am so sorry, hum baat karahe the aur achanak," Zoya said. "nahi nahi aisi kohi baat nahi hai, it was a pleasure to meet you Zoya," nikat said. "same here, good luck with Imran!" Zoya said. "I must say you have a way with kids, especially making them laugh," Nikhat said. Zoya smiled, "mujhe logo koh hasana accha lagtha hai kaskar baccho ko," Zoya confessed. "aabh main chalthi hoon," Nikhat said as she took Imran with her and they left. On her way back, Nikhat kept thinking about Zoya and her acts which bought a smile on her face.
It was the last day of her class, all the kids were sad that their Zoya di was going to leave today. To cheer them up, Zoya decided that they would do a painting party and dance to some tunes. "aaj hum painting competition karenge, kya aap sabh mere liye farewell gift nahi baunge?" she asked. "yes miss!" the kids cheered. "ok then, lets get started!" Zoya announced and the kids started to paint something for her. She looked around the classroom, "kitne pyaar se maine sajaya tha iss class koh. Yeh ek meina main khabhi nahi bhul sakthi. Kash ammi keh baare mein bhi kuch paata chal jaata toh kitna accha hota. Par main apni khoj nahi chodongi, main kosish karti rahongi," she thought. Zoya was playing with the kids and suddenly, Imran ran up to her and applied colors to her cheeks. "aree kya karahe ho Imran...aaj holi nahi hai!" Zoya said as she giggled. It was almost time to leave so Zoya started the music on her Ipod and they started to dance. Zoya wanted to celebrate this last day with everyone, she let loose and started to match her steps with the music.
Nikhat was busy with her work so she couldn't pick Imran up from school. She called Farhan but he was busy in a meeting. Then, she called Asad and asked if he could pick up Imran from school and he agreed saying he was heading that way anyway. His company was working on a part of imran's school for expansion so he thought he would go ahead and talk to the principal as well. After talking to the principal, Asad was walking through the hallway when he heard music coming from one of the classrooms. "school mein yeh music?" he thought as he walked to the class. Zoya was so lost in her own world that she failed to notice a pair of eyes staring at her from the door. "it was her!" he thought. He recalled that it was the same girl that he had saved at the dargah the other day. "she was imran's teacher?" he questioned himself as he saw Imran in the class. He looked at her again. Her beautiful brown eyes were filled with a glint of happiness and her lips were spread across her face in a huge smile revealing her dimples. She looked so carefree and happy. Her kid like innocence bought a smile on his lips. He didn't even realize that he was smiling looking at her. Suddenly, someone disrupted his thoughts, "sir, aap yaha?" one of the teachers asked. "woh bas main principal se milne aaya tha aur Imran koh pick bhi karna tha," Asad replied. "class bas ten minutes mein khatam hojayegi," the teacher told him. "ok, I will wait outside!" Asad said as he looked at the girl one more time before walking away.
Soon class was over and all the kids gave Zoya a hug before leaving. Zoya packed up her things and gathered all the paintings that the kids have made for her. She thanked all the staff members and bid her goodbyes. She then decided that she would meet the principal and talk to him as well. They knocked and walked into the office. "Zoya...come in! how was your last day?" Mr. Verma asked. "it was amazing sir! Had a lot of fun with the kids, I will miss them," she honestly confessed. "we will miss you here too Zoya, you are really good at what you do. Have you thought about a full time position here?" Mr. verma asked. "That would be a great opportunity sir but right now I can't afford to work here. I mean it will be almost a 2 hour drive and my parents wouldn't really be acceptable of me staying here any longer," Zoya said. "I understand but anytime you change your mind, we would be happy to have you back!" Mr. Verma said smilingly. "thank you sir, I will definitely keep that mind. Thank you for the opportunity to work here, it's been a great experience. I have learned a lot and am taking a lot of memories that I will cherish forever!" Zoya said. She then stood up and shook hands with mr. Verma and walked out. She had to go back to the staff hostel and pack her things and leave. Her driver was supposed to get here in two hours to pick her up. She stood at the gate of the school and smiled remembering all the moments there.
Asad was waiting at the car when he saw his nephew run up to him. His white shirt was filled with colors and there was some on his left lower jaw. "chachu!" he yelled as he jumped for Asad to pick him up. Asad picked him in his arms, "yeh kya haal bana rakha hai apna," he said as he took his hand kerchief and cleaned his face. "hum painting karahe the Zoya miss keh saath," imran proudly announced. "Zoya? Aapki teacher ka naam Zoya hai?" Asad asked. "ha aur woh bahut mast hai," imran said as Asad nodded his head. imran and his way of describing people, he thought. At that moment, imran saw a cotton candy stall from across the street. "chachu chachu, mujhe woh chahiye," imran said. "nahi imran woh hygienic nahi hai, main aapko ghar jaakar kuch aur dunga," Asad said. "hygenie kya hota hai?" imran said not understanding Asad's big words. "imran...woh accha nahi hai, main aapko ghar jaake kuch aur dunga, chalo," he said as he opened the door and placed him in his seat. "nahi chachu, mujhe vahi chahiye, please chachu, please!" he pouted. Asad sighed, "theek hai, aap yahi ruko, main laata hoon," Asad said and imran obediently nodded. Asad closed the door and locked the car so imran was safe inside and crossed the road to buy him some cotton candy. He instructed the candy maker to wash his hands and prepare the candy. The guy just looked at him like he had dropped out of mars but nodded anyway and started to make it.
Zoya was walking on the street going back to the hostel. Since it was only a ten minute distance, she liked to walk rather than taking a taxi. As she was walking, her eyes fell on asma who was trying to catch a butterfly. Zoya smiled looking at her. Suddenly, she realized that asma was in the middle of the road and there was a car speeding towards her. Without thinking for even a second, Zoya ran to asma and pulled her aside taking the impact of the car on her. Asad saw someome get hit by the car and fly up in the air and fall to the ground. He rushed to her and she was laying face down on the ground. He turned her around and was shocked to see Zoya. There was blood coming from her head and draining onto her white scarf. "Zoya...Zoya, ankhe kholo!" Asad said trying to wake her up but he failed. He quickly picked her up in her arms and grabbed her things, and rushed to the car. Placing Zoya in the passenger seat, he got into the drivers seat and started to drive. "chachu, Zoya di koh kya huwa?" a panicked imran asked. "kuch nahi imran, she will be fine!" Asad said trying to calm imran and a part of himself too. Seeing her next to him shivering in pain made his heart ache. He didn't know why he always found her in this state. Will they ever meet in normal circumstances? He thought. But wait why do I want to meet her? She needs help and I am helping her, that's all!" he thought as he sped his car through traffic.
Reaching the hospital, Asad took Zoya in his arms and with imran following him, took her inside. Quickly, the staff took her in and Asad and imran waited outside. Asad took his phone and dialed the school's number informing them of Zoya's accident so they could let her family know. He called home to let them know that imran was with him and that they will be late. After about 2 hours, the doctor walked out. "doctor, Zoya kaisi hai?" Asad asked. "she is ok Mr. khan. She has lost a lot of blood so we are giving her that through IV. We have treated her head wound and she has a hairline fracture from the impact and we have put a cast for that too," the doctor explained. "thank you so much doctor, her family should be in soon," Asad said. "no problem at all. She is lucky that you save her when she is in need," the doctor said remembering the incident about a month ago. "kya main Zoya di se mil saktha hoon?" imran asked. "sorry beta, abhi na woh soh rahi hai, aap kal aajaye aur aap unse mil sakthe hai," the doctor replied. "ok doctor, I will take your leave now," Asad said as he picked imran up in his arms and left. On the way back, Asad called the police and informed them of the incident. He wanted the car and the driver arrested as soon as possible for a hit and run. He returned home and everyone was worried seeing blood on his shirt. Imran told them everything that has happened and the family was relieved that Asad has been there to save the girl.
The school informed Gaffur of Zoya's accident, him and Humaira rushed to the hospital as soon as possible. Zoya was unconscious the whole night as she was on pain medication and due to blood loss. It was almost 11 the next morning when she regained consciousness. "bhaji, shukur hai Allah ka keh aapko hosh aagaya, main toh dar hi gayi thi," Humaira said. Zoya slightly smiled, "main theek hoon humi aur waise itni jaldi tera peecha nahi chodongi," she teased. "stop it bhaji, aise khabhi mat bolna," Humaira said. "I am just kidding," Zoya said as Humaira helped her sit up. Gaffur walked up to her, "kya zaroorat thi apni jaan khatre mein dalne ki?" he said patting her hair lovingly, glad she was alright. "main toh sirf asma toh bachane ki kosish karahi thi abu, agar usse kuch hojata tho," Zoya said with worry imaging what could have happened. "aur agar aapko kuch hojata tho," Humaira said pulling Zoya into a hug. "ouch humi...dard horaha hai," Zoya said showing her cast on her left hand. "sorry! Woh toh accha huwa keh Allah keh kissi bandene aapko bacchaya aur yaha hospital lekar aaya aur hume bhi inform kiya," Humaira said. The doctor checked Zoya and told her that she can go home as long as she was careful with her hand. Zoya assured the doctor that she would be responsible and take care. Humaira just giggled when her sister was giving the being responsible talk and Zoya just glared at her. Humaira knew that her sister was a restless soul. There was no way on earth that she could sit still for 3 weeks and keep her hand from getting too stressed, she knew what her job was going to be for the next 3 weeks.
Gaffur and Humaira left to go to Zoya's hostel and get all her things till the doctor got the discharge papers ready. In the mean time, asma and her parents visited Zoya and asma's mom thanked Zoya with tears in her eyes. Zoya told her that it was responsibility and it was no big deal. Later, the nurse came in to remove the IV and give Zoya some discharge instructions. As they were casually conversing, "kya aap Mr. Khan toh jaante hai?" the nurse asked. "Mr. khan?" Zoya said confused. "wohi jisne aapko accident keh baad yaha laaye the," the nurse told her. "main unne jaanti toh nahi lekin itna zaroor paata hai keh woh ek bahut acche insaan hai. I mean aaj kal keh busy life mein kohi stranger kissi ki kaha help karta hai," Zoya said. "bilkul theek kaha aapne aur mr. khan ne toh aap ki doh doh baar madad ki hai," nurse said. "doh baar?" Zoya asked. "ha last time bhi Mr. khan hi lekar aaye the aapko," the nurse informed Zoya. Zoya remembered the dargah incident and was surprised that the same person has bought her here twice. "take care!" the nurse said as she gave Zoya everything and left. Zoya wish she knew who this person was. He has saved her twice now and the least she could do is say thanks to him. At that moment, she heard a knock on her door. "come in," Zoya said and she was surprised when the door opened. "imran...aap yaha?" Zoya said. "kal issne tumara accident dekha tabh se bahut upset hai," Nikhat explained. Zoya felt bad, poor kid, she thought. "As-salamu alaykum," Zoya said. "Wa alaykum al-salaam Zoya, how are you now?" Nikhat asked. "I am totally fine," Zoya said. Imran got up on bed and sat next to Zoya. "bahut dard horaha hai...did you cry?" imran asked innocently. Zoya giggled in response, "nahi imran aur itna bhi dard nahi horaha aur waise bhi jab yeh nikal jaayega na toh main aur strong hojaungi bilkul tumari tara," she said pulling his cheeks. "main issme aap kehliye note liko?" imran said. "ha sure...mere liye kuch draw bhi karoge?" Zoya asked excitedly. Imran nodded happily, "main abhi jaake marker laata hoon," he said as he ran off. Nikhat smiled at Zoya, "thank you. Kal uska mood bahut off tha baar baar aap keh bare mein hi pooch raha tha," she explained. "I am so sorry he had to see that. And thank you for visiting me, mujhe bahut accha laga," Zoya said. "mujhe paata chala ke tumne asma kehliye kya kiya, that was very sweet of you," Nikhat told her as Zoya just smiled. Imran returned with a couple markers and soon, he decorated Zoya's cast with a heart and get well soon message. Zoya gave imran a hug thanking him and they left.
Soon after, Humaira and Gaffur returned to take Zoya home. Humaira had bought a fresh pair of clothes for Zoya and helped Zoya to change. "humi...mera ek favor karegi, kya tum paas keh kohi shop se mere liye ek accha sa thank you card ladogi?" Zoya said pleadingly. "thank you card? Kiske liye bhaji?" Humaira asked. "woh actually jinone mujhe bachaya unke liye lena chahti hoon, please humi!" Zoya said. "ok ok laati hoon," Humaira said as she walked out of the room. She returned a while later and handed Zoya a card. Zoya took a pen from her purse and quickly wrote a note for the man who had saved her not once, but twice. Zoya found the nurse and requested if she could send the card to Mr. Khan. The nurse agreed and Zoya thanked her again and left for home with Gaffur and Humaira.
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