Chapter OneComing from one of the most wealthiest families in India Allah had blessed Zoya Farooqui with everything she had ever needed and that much more. The only thing that she craved and was still trying to find was her place in her family, the love and affection that her eldest sister and youngest brother got.
Always seen as the problem child and as someone no more than a nuisance Zoya's parents sent her away to boarding school at the age of 12. Zoya had faced years of misery, of self torture as she failed to understand why she was treated so indifferently. Everything seemed to be fine until her brother was born and then it was like as if she never existed, being the eldest child Asma was always treated as a princess who could never be wrong, and when their only son, Haider was born he became their Prince leaving no room for Zoya. As any child she wanted their attention but when it was misinterpreted as having severe behavioural problems and was sent away without a second thought.
Even though she lived hundreds of miles away from her family Zoya still had a luxury life, she was sent money every month to cover all she ever wanted or needed, the only thing that never came with the money was her family.
She would call everyday, some days she was lucky she would get a chance to speak to someone and others she was asked to leave a message. It didn't matter how much she cried, how much she begged there was no one to hear her, to help her.
By the time Zoya reached 19 she had turned herself into stone. She refused to go home or contact her family and when it came to making a decision about her future she decided to go abroad to study. She didn't know her family anymore, she had no relationship with her estranged siblings, so much so that when her sister got engaged she didn't attend. If there was one thing Zoya was going to do and stand by it was to never forgive her parents for punishing her so mercilessly at no fault of her own.
Zoya had finished packing, although she had spent 7 years in St Margaret's School she wasn't going to miss any of it. The time she spent there was torturous and had probably scarred her for life.
As a young woman Zoya may have lacked confidence but she had managed to find a strength, she was determined to stand on her own two feet, Zoya was going to move to Melbourne to follow her dream of becoming a biomedical scientist.
Her last conversation with her parents was very brief, there was anger and annoyance evident in their tone of voice but it didn't faze her in the slightest, what hurt her was their ignorance, how after all these years could they not see how much they had hurt her and after everything they expected her to be the obedient daughter who was going to still do as they told her to, Zoya bid them farewell and left never to look back again.
Zoya stepped foot into what was going to be her home for the next four years, The university of Melbourne. Having managed to secure a place in the university halls of residence Zoya made her way to the main office to register and pick up her keys.
As she stood I front of the main office building she took in a deep breath 'Ya Allah, please be with me, with every step I take from here let me find success, please don't let me fail'. Zoya opened the door and took her first step towards a future she had chosen for herself and a destiny that Allah had already layer out for .
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I know the chapter was short, but it was really just to introduce the concept and to give it an opening 😊
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Edited by Saima-Syed - 10 years ago
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