The immature and innocent Asad died the very moment his ammi and his aapi left him. The two most important persons of his life, whom he used to adore, left him all alone in this merciless world.
He stared at her mother's dead body laying in front of him on the floor of his house, their home.
Her body was wrapped in a white cloth, her kaffan, the only material she would take along with her in her grave.
Only a few people had come to attend Dilshad's funeral. Nikhat's family and some of the neighbours were present there with him.
Asad stared helplessly at Dilshad's face. He so wanted to cry, to scream and narrate his misery to the whole world.
He wanted people to know' How just one day was enough to destroy his happiness, how just one single day was enough to snatch his little family from him.
But he knew that no one will understand what he was suffering from, no one will feel bad for him because no body cares!
He wanted someone his own beside him with whom he could share his pain.
But ... he knew that now there was no one and he has to deal with his wretchedness, alone. He knew it very well.
The people present there, sympathized with him, told him' how sad they were and how bad they felt for him. They were all simply eyeing him with pitiful eyes and he hated that look in their eyes. He didn't want them to pity on him.
He knew all their sympathies, all their tears were fake. They didn't mean them. No body cares, indeed. No body knows and will never really know his state of mind. They had no idea of the agony, his heart carried.
After what his aapi did to him and his ammi, he realized that no one gives a damn about what others feel. Everyone, in this world, is selfish just like his aapi who left her family and forgot all the love she received from them in the 19 years of her life only for a person whom she knew from maximum 2-3 years.
His appi's deeds taught him a great lesson 'never get emotionally attached with anyone because in the end they will leave you heartbroken and torn.'
His mind brought him back to the current situation as he felt his eyes getting moist, again. His eyes were brimming with un shed tears which were making his vision foggy.
He blinked his eyes several times to make his vision clear so that he could continue gazing at his mother's face.
From the moment he got to know about his mother's death, not a single tear had escaped his eyes. Many times tears filled his blood-shot eyes but never dared to slip down his cheeks as he would blink them back.
He dragged his body a little ahead from where he was sitting.
He wanted to admire his mother's beautiful face as much as he could because he knew that this was the last time he was seeing her in front of him.
He raised his right hand and placed it on Dilshad's cheek. That minor contact of his skin with his ammi's sent a jolting sensation through his nerves to his brain. This was the emotion he felt whenever he had touched his mother. He loved this sensation as it always make him feel connected to his mother. For him, it was a proof of the love he shared with his mom.
He knew this was the last time he was feeling this sensation, the sense of connectivity. He knew that 'It was the END!'
He bit his lower lip fiercely in order to stop himself from sobbing as his eyes filled with tears all over again. He closed his eyes slowly and, this time, let the tears fall.
He stroked Dilshad's cheek as he sobbed uncontrollably. The fountain of hurt was piercing his heart away. The thought of parting away from his mother for ever was too much for him to handle.
Nikhat's father and some other people came forward to console him but he just shrugged their hands off of his body and leaned forward to hug his ammi.
"A..Am...Ammi..." he cried out while resting his head on Dilshad's shoulder.
He was trying to seek the sense of safety which he always felt in his ammi's arms. He was trying to kill his insecurities but nothing was helping as this time his ammi didn't hug him back, this time she didn't run her soft fingers through his hair, this time she didn't place a kiss on his forehead which always comforts him and these things again reminded him that this was indeed the END!
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One month has passed since Dilshad's death and Asad was trying his best to concentrate on his studies and not live with the memories of his once to be happy little family. Zeenat never came back neither did he bothered to locate her. It was hard, equal to impossible, for him to forgive her for what she did. She was the obvious reason of his mother's death and he can't ignore that. For him she was no more.
Asad had found a new aim to live for and that was 'helping poors'.
Actually, the fact that his parents died due to their poor financial status and the heartless doctor's made him determined to be rich enough for helping as much poor families as he can.
He decided to study medicine and become a doctor so that he can treat the people who don't have enough money to pay the huge hospital bills, free.
He knew that in order to fulfill his aim he has to study hard and for studying he needs money.
Luckily, he got a job in a cafe as the cashier.
Alas! the salary they offered was not enough for studying medicine.
To go in the medical field he needed more money as the science books were too much expensive for him so he had to choose business studies.
His life was not going as per he planned but even then his aim didn't change. He thought 'If I myself can't give free treatments then I can surely pay their fees, donate money to various hospitals or better' open a hospital of my own for the poors.'
He continued his part-time job and focused on his studies. He was all geared up to become a business man in the future.
He was satisfied with his plans and now his only priority was to study hard.
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Razia was on the top of the moon. She was delightful as now she could do anything she wants without having any fear of getting caught or anything. After her divorce, she started having sex with other male prostitutes also from the same brothel where Yasir lived. She didn't have sex at the brothel anymore rather she called whichever prostitute she wanted to please herself with, at her home itself.
Zoya was not a problem for her anymore as she already had started the paperwork of her admission in the hostel and in the matter of a few days, she would be out of her house+life.
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It was Zoya's 4th day in her new house. In the past days, she has done nothing except sitting in the room, provided to her, and crying at her wicked fate.
She hadn't seen let alone talked to her mother since she stepped in this house as she always kept herself locked in the room and opened only when the servant brought her food or any other thing she needed.
On her second morning in the house, she was heading out of the house in her school uni-form when a servant came and informed her "Zoya baby, Madam has disallowed you to go to your school from now onwards."
After that, she had yet again locked herself in the room and cried silently.
The thought of never seeing her friends was hurting her to no end. She really missed Tanveer and wanted to meet her just once so that she could bid her a proper goodbye and inform her that she'd not come to school anymore.
She couldn't understand that why exactly her mother did this. What bothers her if she goes to school?
There were so many other questions in her mind but no one was there to answer them.
She'd never felt so helpless before.
As the days passed, Zoya's urge to seek the well deserved answers from her mother increased.
She wanted to know the reason behind abrogating her from going to school. She wanted to know that why she was not allowed to talk to her Any Ma even on the phone.
Whenever she asked the servant about her mother's whereabouts, the only answer she got were "She is not at home." or "She is busy."
Zoya was not getting a chance to confront her mother and this was making her anxious.
On Zoya's 4th night in the house, she woke up from her slumber at 1 am and sat up on her bed suddenly, panting badly. She had seen a very dreadful dream which left her throat dry. The dark room + flashes of her dream were making her condition worse.
She immediately turned on the bed side lamp and searched for water in her room but there was no water so she hurriedly walked towards the room door, opened it and ran towards the stairs.
She was descending the stairs feeling very much scared and one hand caressing her throat as she tried to moist her throat by gulping down some saliva from her mouth when she stopped dropdead in her tracks. The sight in front of her shocked her to the core.
Her eyes widened and her hand, which was busy in caressing her throat, travelled up from her throat to her mouth in order to prevent a gasp from escaping her mouth and her whole body stilled as she took in the scene, her eyes were witnessing.
Zoya shut her eyes tight as the sight of her mother making out with a man, unknown to her, was way more horrifying and sickening than the dream she just saw.
Her throat became more dry but she denied the idea of walking up to the kitchen and drinking some water. She was too scared to do so. She had no idea of what her mother will do to her if she saw her there.
Even this thought was enough to make her turn around instantly and run back to her room.
She closed the room door carefully, jumped on her bed and covered herself with the bed covers.
Her hatred for her mother knew no boundaries after seeing this side of her. The minor hope she had to receive the motherly love from her so called "mother" died down completely.
She was never going to call that women her ammi now.
She closed her eyelids and prayed to Allah, her only savior, her only friend. 'Please help me God. I don't wan't to live in this house. Please mujhe yahan se nikaal do Allah Paak. I can't live under the same roof with that disgusting women. She's not my ammi! She doesn't deserves to be addressed as 'Ammi'.' A lone tear exited from the corner of her eye and got absorbed into the pillow as she continued pouring her heart out to Allah. 'I know you can do anything and everything. Nothing is impossible for you. Any Ma told me that whatever you do is for our good only but I am unable to understand that what is good for me if I live in this house with that women. Please answer my questions Ya Allah, please fill my heart with peace. I know you are listening to me right now. Any Ma had told me that you listen to your each and every believer and also fulfill their wishes. I believe you Allah Paak, I believe you!' She whispered the last bit. Soon sleep took over her mind and she drifted off.
In the morning, Zoya woke up and stretched her body as she sat up on the bed. Soon a servant entered her room with Zoya's clothes in her hands. "Zoya baby, Madam has asked you to get ready as you have to leave for your boarding school in an hour." The servant informed Zoya.
Zoya couldn't believe her ears. 'Really? Allah Miyan fulfilled my wish? And that too so soon?' A layer of happiness engulfed her heart as she got a satisfaction that Allah is there for her, Always.
But she kept her face expressions normal and didn't express her pleasure in front of the servant.
"And Madam has also strictly said that she doesn't wan'ts any arguments from you! Your bags have been packed and here I have pressed these clothes for you to wear." The servant continued and placed her clothes on the sofa while speaking.
As the servant left her room, Zoya's face broke into a heartwarming smile. She tilted her head upwards and whispered a 'Thankyou' to the Almighty as tears of joy filled her eyes.
That day her faith in Allah intensified. She was not completely happy but the day was surely better than the previous few days she spent in that house.
She quickly got ready and left her room ignoring the breakfast tray that was placed on the table for her.
Having breakfast meant staying in that house for some more time and after what she witnessed last night, she didn't want to breathe in this house for any longer.
She went downstairs, wishing deep down in her heart that she doesn't have to see the face of that women while walking out of the house.
Her belongings were already placed in the trunk of the car and the driver was sitting in the car, waiting for her. She seated in the back seat of the car and closed the car door.
The driver started the car soon as she closed the door and drove the car out of the main gate.
Zoya heaved a sigh of relief as the guards closed the gate behind the car.
She was not at all nervous or excited for going to a new place. She knew that Allah is with her and now whatever will happen will be for her own good.
In 1 and a half hour, she stood at the entrance of her hostel with a warden who was instructing a peon to take her luggage inside. The driver had already left.
The warden led Zoya in. On their way, Zoya silently listened to the Warden who told her various rules and regulations of the school and the certain fixed timings. For example, for lunch all the children should be at the dining table at exact 2 O'clock pm, children should be in the school at exact 8 O'clock am etc. The hostel was almost empty as the children were in school at the moment.
The warden showed Zoya her room. The room had 8 single beds, 4 at each side and was large enough but extremely simple. The third bed on the right side of the room was her's. Next, the warden led Zoya to the dressing room which wad in between her room and the bathroom. In the dressing room, a huge number of cupboards were present. The Warden showed her her cupboard, gave her the key of her cupboards and left after instructing her to arrange her things in her cupboard.
As the Warden left, Zoya sighed heavily and started shifting her things from her suit cases to her new cupboard.
While doing the task in hand, Zoya's gaze fell on a photo frame laying in the middle of her folded clothes. She picked it up and turned it around to see the picture in it. The picture she saw surprised her pleasantly. It was one of her pictures with her Any Ma. The very sight of her Any Ma's smiling face brought tears in her eyes which made her realize how much she had missed her, her face, her smile, her voice, her soothing words, her motherly hugs, her everything!
She hugged the photo frame close to her heart as she sniffed and sobbed at the same time.
After finishing her task, she freshened up and went to her room with the frame still in her hands.
Her room was not empty any more. The girls have returned from the school and were resting on their bed's while gossiping with each other.
As she entered the room, all the pair of eyes turned towards her but she ignored them and simply made her way to her bed.
She sat on her bed, placed the frame on her bed side table and smiled a sad smile as she caressed her Any Ma's face.
Najma, who was sitting on her bed which was next to Zoya's, was observing the new girl intently. She didn't miss the sadness on her face and thought to talk to her as she knew that she must be missing her family as it's her first day at the hostel.
Najma stood up, walked towards Zoya and stopped in front of her.
"Hi!" Najma said joyfully.
Zoya looked up at the girl, something in her sweet smile was so animating that Zoya also smiled.
"H-" Zoya was about to say 'Hi' when her Any Ma's voice played in her mind 'Always greet people with 'Asalaam O Allaikum' Zoe, not 'Hi' "
"Asalaam O Allaikum" Zoya greeted the girl.
Najma looked at Zoya amusedly as she replied "Wa Allaikum Asalaam! What's you name?" Najma asked while sitting beside Zoya on her bed.
"Zoya."
"Wow! What a beautiful name." Najma complimented and Zoya just smiled in response.
For a minute or two, both just sat there awkwardly, thinking of what to talk about next.
"Umm.. who's that beautiful lady in the picture with you?" Najma asked while pointing her finger towards the frame.
Zoya turned her head towards the frame and answered while adoring her Any Ma's face "My mother!"
Zoya was really liking the conversation she was having with this girl. She liked the girl indeed. "What's your name?" Zoya asked, continuing their conversation.
"I am Najma!" Najma replied and after a small pause she forwarded her right hand for a hand shake as she asked "Friends?"
Zoya looked at her hand before clasping it and saying "Friends!" with a content smile on her face.
She very much needed a friend in her life and Najma seemed to be a perfect choice so she willingly welcomed her in her almost empty life with open arms.
Zoya had decided that now she will not let her past bother her present or future.
This hostel life was a new beginning for her and Najma her first friend!
For her, her Any Ma was her mother now and also her only family.
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Ghaffur was more than happy with the two witches out of his life for ever.!
He denied the idea of re-marrying after his divorce keeping his age and esteem in mind and decided to adopt a boy from an orphanage.
As he was old enough to get retirement so he thought to adopt a teenager instead of an infant. So that the boy can take over his business when he retire's.
He had already applied for adoption and was waiting for the management team to complete the documentation.
After a period of one month, the orphanage allowed him the adoption.
He, himself had went to the orphanage and chosen a 13 years old boy named 'Haider'. Haider's parents had died when he was 2 years old and he was left in the orphanage by some relative of his parents. He grew up in the orphanage itself.
Haider was ecstatic at the idea of leaving the orphanage and going to live with some rich business man. He always wanted to live a luxurious life which he was finally going to get.
On the other hand, Ghaffur was glad that he chose Haider from all the other children of the Orphanage. Haider was a jolly and bubbly guy who filled Ghaffur's life with beatitude.
Ghaffur had many expectations from Haider and now, his only wish was to see his son handling his business empire when he reaches the suitable age.
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Since Zoya left, Ananya felt really low and had cried many a times while missing her Zoe.
Ghaffur wanted her to continue her job at his house but she was unable to understand the reason behind his this decision. According to her, she was not needed in the house anymore as there was no child in the house now.
Nevertheless, she didn't argued.
She had tried to know about where Razia took Zoya but no one, in the house, was ready to answer any of her questions which included Zoya's name in it as Ghaffur had strictly ordered all the servants to do not discuss anything related to Zoya or Razia in his house.
After a month, Ghaffur brought a boy in the house and introduced him as his own son 'Haider'.
He ordered Ananya to pamper Haider and take full care of him.
She complied to his command and soon bonded nicely with Haider. Haider was a very cute boy who loved to play pranks on people. He was a refreshment in Ananya's life but she still greatly missed Zoya and prayed for her happiness and safety after offering her each namaz.
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