||Asya FF|| Bring me back to life - pt 23 -pg151!! - Page 25

Bring me back to life

part 9:

How should I clarify that I don't desire for anything, I just wish to help out. "Zoya, always remember one thing. To be rich is not what you have in your bank account, but what you have in your heart. If we give it some thought from this standpoint then you are richer then me or anyone else because you are strong, you endure to a great extent but still you are living." I explicate patiently.

A lone tear escape from her eye as she pay attention to me. "Just because I'm strong enough to handle the pain, doesn't mean I deserve It." she undoubtedly made sense which made me shut up. I didn't know what to say to console her, she peek towards the negative side regardless of what I say.

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"Do you know why it is raining?" what kind of question was that? I mean it's a natural thing right? I didn't even ask him why yet he continued. "Because the god is in pain seeing you cry, he is also crying to accompany you." Okay that was completely opposite, I completely oppose.

"He doesn't have to cry because he is the cause of these tears and' pain. He made me go through all this sorrowfulness and misery." I replied trying to be the victor of this disagreement because what he said was not factual.

"You know my ammi always say this, you may not always recognize why god let certain things to happen but you can be confident that god is not making any mistake. He will never take something away from you without the purpose of replacing it with something better." He state while watching the sky with his emerald eyes. "He sent me here as your guardian angel so why don't you allow me to assist you?"

"I can't Asad. Sometimes it's better being alone, nobody can hurt you or deceive you. One cannot betray oneself." I declare as I memorize what each and every person in my life did to me. "On second thought, you can help me in one way. You said he sent you which means you can communicate with him, can't you? Tell him that I want to be with me ammi, ask him to take me away from this cruel world so that not a soul can swindle me, NOT EVEN YOU." I put emphasis on the last three words. I notice that I was way too mean with him probably because he is kind and tender.

"I don't know what I did wrong which led you to make such judgments about me but trust me, my intentions are not bad." He explained while tears trickling from his eyes.

I saw his tears dripping and saw myself in his watery eyes. I wanted to wipe his tears and tell him that I'm sorry. Once my teacher told me that we should be careful with what we think because our thoughts run our life. He was right because my hand itself moved to dry his eyes. I wiped his tears while I was weeping myself. He brought his hand to my face and wipe down mines.

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I was actually stunned when she wiped my tears; I had Goosebumps when I felt her soft hand touch my face. She was wiping mine while she herself was weeping. I wiped out her tears and rested my hand on her cheek. Wonder why I feel that she trust me now, her eyes spoke on her behalf. When I thought everything's fine, I gained her trust, it completely happened to be the opposite. She removed my hand from her cheek and moved back causing the raindrops dripping on her. It's not that unchallenging Asad, I warned myself.

I left the umbrella for her and retrieve back home. I lay on the settee with my eyes shut recalling our conversation. It's useless, I can't help her. She is all broken like a piece of glass.

"What happened?" I heard my mom utter; she was in the kitchen washing the dishes.

"Ammi, why don't you let the servants do the chords?" I was irritated with mom doing that every time. I mean we don't pay them for enjoyment.

"You should always learn to do your things by yourself but no, this won't go into your brain. For your generation morals may seem old fashioned but I say it's a sign of being brought up properly." Not again! I always find it objectionable when my mother gave the lecture on all those moral and values. She dried her hands and sat down. "So, how's Zoya?"

"I don't know ammi. She is shattered. I mean she is damaged like the broken glass and I don't have the strength to fix it. I doubt my ability ammi; I won't be able to do this. Actually no one can help her, her hopes are drained, she doesn't trust anyone nor will she ever." I replied lying in her lap.

She stroke her hand through my hair, I love the overwhelming feeling I have when my mom does this especially when I feel worthless. "It seems difficult Asad but it's not impossible. I don't know how much you believe in your capability but I know you can do this."

"I don't know if I can do it ammi. I'm afraid; heavens forbid that but what if I hurt her?" I bear in mind how she emphasis on the words, 'Not Even You.'

"You fear that you would hurt her? But if you don't help her now, you might regret later. Asad, remember fear is temporary but regret is forever." My mother was right, previous time I had been chatting about how I want to rectify my blunder. I don't want the equivalent thing happen to Zoya that she bear. I lay in my mother's lap thinking about her and Zoya; they are so similar.

"I want to bring her back ammi. I want to bring Zoya back home." I held my mother's hand while she placed a kiss on my forehead.

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I lay on the bench thinking about him. His emerald eyes, his pointy nose and especially his attention-grabbing lips. He was just perfect the way he is, if he was anymore good-looking then this, I would just breathe my last breath by gazing at him. What he had become, from a stranger to someone whom I can't stop thinking about. He had such deep influence on me that I just desire to move from here and shift into his house. I stroke my cheek feeling the touch he left on my cheek and mentally smiled to myself. I snapped out of the useless thoughts, it was a waste of time thinking about him. He is just a stranger, what if he turned out to be like others? I felt the wind touching my skin invisibly which was why I felt chilly but I didn't had a blanket. If the wasn't worse, my clothes were even wet. I sense a pair of eyes watching me from afar, but when I looked around, no one came in sight.

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I glance over the email Adeel sent me and mentally chuckle at his lack of sense of humor. "How can I discern whether he is the one she was talking about?" think Asad think! Open your eyes and focus! I encouraged myself. Okay I know what to do now. This is the single-handed choice at the moment even if I have to make her summon up her past.

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When I rouse, I perceive a paper to be found on top of my face. I took the paper and saw his picture, that man's picture and his background information. I examine it all the way through when my gaze stopped at the current situation; it was printed that he is deceased. He departed this life two months ago that too in a car accident while drunk driving. I wondered who positioned this on me but whoever did it, I was grateful. I felt so hassle-free that he died, so glad that I wouldn't have to stumble upon him another time.

"So it's really him?" I heard someone spoke up but I didn't have to glance up to know who was it, I recognize his melodic voice, his voice bring one's ear at ease.

"Hmm" I nodded my head in agreement when I felt him sat at the side of him. "I'm sorry." I wondered why he apologized, he didn't do anything wrong. It wasn't his fault that I had to suffer; it was because of my father and that man. "Why sorry?" He didn't reply instead he seized my hand making me stand on my feet. "Let's go."

"Where?" I wonder where he was taking me. I had no idea if I should go with him or either run away again as I always do. I struggle under his grip to get rid of it but it went in vein. He conjoined our fingers holding my hand firmly. I surrender and paced after him without a sound allowing him to escort me.

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I didn't know if this would persuade her but I wanted to make an effort, I held her hand in mine but she was still struggling. I can't let her walk off this time, definitely not. I joined our hands to have a dense grip on her which left her defenseless. I was actually glad that she conceded defeat for the reason that I could have burst out at any moment. But then I felt the high temperature of her hands, she is having fever? I didn't bother to check because I was afraid that she would scuttle away.

I stopped my pace when we arrived at our destination; the gigantic signboard had the name printed on it, the orphanage for the paralyzed or disabled children as well as the children without parents. I stopped for a moment or two and gazed at her wondering if I did the right thing by bringing her here. I lead her indoors when she struggle making a great effort of getting out of my hold.

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