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Salaam
I am on a roll it seems with Drabble's...this one is a little longer than a Drabble.
I actually tried to be funny with this one...not sure if the title fits but it's all I could come up with 😳
Einstein this one is for you...oh man the pressure is on. Hope you like it
Love you lots My little big Moo 🤗
Ok peeps, here goes nothing, please do let me know what you think
With every struggle in life my strength grows two fold. Life is merciless and never fails in it's attempt to try and break me, I often sit back and laugh at it's never ending fight with me.
Roaming the streets at the age of three with a torn note in my hands I was taken in by the convent of St Mary's Church. I grew up a little confused, my name was Zoya, and I wore a small pendent that Sister Ann told me said Allah but I lived in a church, so who was I? Someone who bowed down in prostration to Allah but also knelt down before Christ.
After so many years it wasn't a question that bothered me as I had made up my mind that I was just me, Zoya. Zoya with no middle or surname, with no memory of where I came from and no idea of where I was going...well maybe a little idea.
Sister Ann was my mother for all intents and purposes, someone I love more than anything and anyone. My life at the convent was no less than a struggle, the hurt and abuse I faced at the hands of the other girls left me broken. After every fall I seemed to stand up that much stronger, in the end I had totally become immune to them, they would aim to hurt and I would raise my eyebrow and point towards Him up there saying what goes round comes round, and one day in life when you fall you will never be able to rise. Too harsh? Maybe but to hell with them and to life who loves to cause so much pain...for now I am in control.
Today I step out into the world...oh wait, you guys still thinking about that note...let me just rewind for a second. The torn note was from someone who claimed to be my mother, someone who was shedding tears at feeling bad for abandoning me just because I was born with the wrong anatomy...yep because I was a girl, a burden. So, now that you know we can move on, I have a lot to get through.
As I was saying, I stepped out into the world, not just as Zoya but Zoya the best fashion designer the world was ever going to see...over confident you think...not at all!
I stood at the foot of a high riser, a building with a million floors, ok not a million but definitely around 25. And it belonged to none other than Mr Asad Ahmed Khan, winner of the youngest business man award 2014. A man who had taken the corporate and fashion world by storm. The owner of the biggest fashion magazine and franchise known as 'Glam Asia', I know not the catchiest of titles, but it'll do.
'Hi, my name is Zoya, I have an appointment with Mr Khan' 'please take a seat, I will let him know' 'thanks'.
Am I supposed to be nervous? Oh man...what if I pretend to be, you know stutter a little, fidget a little more...nah!
'Miss Zoya, Mr Khan is ready for you, please come this way' I follow her in as she opens the door apart from seeing the immaculate office that seemed to bigger than the church hall all I saw was the top of his head as his big screen covered his face.
The lady looked at me giving me a nervous smile 'umm Mr Khan...this is Miss Zoya'. As soon as he stood up I nearly fell over. Whoa was this really him? Young, successful, loaded with more money than half of India and to top it all of he looked like...no not looked like he was a Greek God, could a guy ever be more sexier.
As I tried to smile I felt myself shake...Ya Allah...me, Zoya and nervous, how the hell did this happen...come on Zoya you can do this.
I stepped forwards and held my hand out 'Zoya' I said trying hard to keep my back straight 'hi Zoya, nice to meet you'. Sexy body, sexy face and oh my that voice, and ...his touch, so soft...if there ever was Khan heaven I was so in it.
'Please take a seat, so you are here for the new designers post, let's have a look at your portfolio' I sat down and handed him my portfolio, as he looked through the masses of pages I sat back and enjoyed his every expression.
Trust me when I say this is the first time it's happened to me, I mean come on I am Zoya after all, not one to go goo goo ga ga over anyone, especially not the opposite sex, but seriously you have to see this guy.
'Impressive, I have read through your application and now that I have seen your work I really can't fault you...just a few questions...'
Having answered all his question in one long breath I looked at him, his eyes were so expressive yet I had no idea what he was going to say.
'Zoya...welcome aboard, you can start as of Monday, I will get my PA to show you your room'
As my insides were exploding and my head making me do the craziest happy dance I stood up 'thank you Mr Khan' 'please call me Asad' first name basis already, I like it.
So there you go my first day out into the world, and what a day it was.
Can't wait for this Monday to come...can you just imagine the fireworks that are going to go off. I know a little premature I only just met him...but you know the score right...it will always be Asad and Zoya no matter what.
Udne Ki Aasha
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