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Bring me back to life

Part 7:

"But you know nothing about her Asad."

"I know a little." I said remembering how she gave me a little detail about her past when she cracks down on the subject of her father selling her.

"What do you know?"

"Her father sold her to some man" a tear escape from my eye as I told my mom. "No one deserve such mistreatment, right ammi? How can a father sell his daughter? Ammi that's abusive. She doesn't deserve that. And you know what the worse thing is?"

"What?" she wiped my tear while asking.

"She believes that I will also do the same as her father did. She thought that the man rewarded me to go near her." I explained being bothered by the thought that she assumed like that regarding me but then again, it isn't her fault. Life gave her too much soreness.

"What man Asad?" she asked questioningly which struck me back to our conversation. She said that she saw his picture in the room.

"Ammi she saw the picture in the room." I took my mom to the room to verify which man she was referring to.

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I shouldn't have trust him, not even a slightest trust! He is also a traitor; he did all that for money. I thought he was exceptional, different than the rest but I'm all over again proved wrong. I can never be right! He faked all the things, when he carried me and sheltered me with the blanket, when he saved me from the goons, when he took me home, every time- every single time!! I want to be with you ammi, why don't you take me with you so we can accompany each other? Why don't you let me depart this life? I set on the bench howling, feeling like being mocked on my destiny. Was this my fate, to suffer and go though pain my entire life?

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I make a way into the room and switch on the lights moving on to the wall where all the photos were hanged. My mother came from behind and stood alongside me and a smile appears on her face. I wondered why but then I observe her looking at my dad in the picture, he was shaking hands with the clients and I stood at the back of him. Possibly she misses him but it's all right, he is returning next month anyways. My eyes roam around to hit upon the man but there were too many to distinguish a particular man. In one of the picture, all our employers positioned looking at the camera. How can I know which man is she talking about?

"It's hopeless ammi, there are way too many. I can't identify him when I even don't know whom she was referring to." I turned to her hopelessly.

"Come on Asad. We just came here like two minutes ago and by now you are giving up? That's not like my Asad." she placed her hand on my shoulder and encouraged me not to give up. I smirk and nodded to her and we for a second time started looking for that specific man.

We examine through the photos for awhile when my mom broke the silence. "Asad, I think there's a fingerprint on this photo." She grabbed the photo in her hand which was hanged in the middle. "I think she might have laid a hand on this photograph." I glance at the picture and I saw the curved lines of skin at the end of a finger which everyone has were left on the photo, that too on me. Wait, she indirectly touched me, I mentally danced in my head. I was being over dramatic and exaggerating it, possibly she accidentally touched it. It was a picture when I sealed a deal with my client for the very first time and we took a picture for remembrance. It was like two years ago, I was standing beside dad and on his left was one of the staff whom I really hate the most. Whenever I see him, I feel disgust and my eyes full of loath for him. I hated the very first sight of this man for what he did to her. Next to him was the client who was a rich man and it was an advantage for our company, for that reason we had to do the deal or else I didn't like his attitude at all.

"Thank you so much ammi!" I embrace my mother thanking her for spotting the fingerprint and supporting me.

"Why are you thanking me Asad? I'm so proud of you because you are helping a person whom you don't even know. You have the hearts of gold and no one can be like my son." She caresses my cheeks.

I phoned the person whom I trust the most in my company and asked him to investigate the background of both the staff and the client.

"But he is no longer in our company" he attempted to ring my bell but of course I remember.

"Precisely Adeel, that's why I ask you to investigate. I want to know where he is and everything interconnected to him." I enlighten him being a little annoyed. Why can't he just do as I say? He always has to raise so many questions.

"Asad I don't want to investigate whatever thing about that man! I don't want to know more of his filthy deeds after what he did to her, to my sister. Why don't you understand?" I know I was forcing on him, forcing him to recall the sullied past but it was necessary.

"I was there Adeel, I as much as you do, hate him infect more than you but we have to and I need your help. Please, for her- for your sister?" I pleaded him because I know I couldn't do anything without his help.

"Okay I will make a contact with you once I discover anything about him, as for the client I will mail you everything by today." He cut the phone and I perceive my mother looking at me to make out whether I have any information to put in the circumstances.

"We are working on it" I placed the cell phone in my pocket and hanged the photograph back in its position.

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I had nothing to do, like nothing at all besides making judgments about Asad. He helped me, yes he did but he is familiar with the man! He was slightly friendly with me, okay I admit more then slightly but that can't be the reason I should trust him. The reason is not persuasive enough, what am I doing? I am finding reason to prove that he is noble and trust-worthy? Did his family add something in my food? Exactly, that's why I am having such views about them otherwise, I don't trust anybody. Talking about food, I'm hungry.

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"No, don't go near her! Just place it on the bench, do you get me?" I shouted at the person on the other side of the phone. Why can't anyone comprehend one single thing and follow my lead?

"O…okay sir. So we just have to put it on the bench? What should we say who is it from sir?"

"You don't have to talk to her. Umm…get a memo-note and write what I say." I thought for a split second and I come up with this memo idea because if she doesn't know who it is from, she won't attain it.

"Sure sir" for the first time I felt someone did as I told that too without inquiring.

"To Zoya from Asad" A smile emerged on my face when I said it although I don't know why.

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