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Hey everyone,
Am here with a drabble based on a very old scene which, as Nims knows, I had been itching to write for almost 2 months, but as my life has become too demanding I didn't get the time to do so, plus I'd wanted to finish my ongoing stories before I wrote anything else. So here it is...
This drabble starts from the time Zoya overhears Asad calling her a misfit while he was talking to Tanveer in the garden and says that Zoya doesn't deserve to live with any family. It's a sad one and my first and last attempt at something sad. Hope it lives up to your expectations... Happy reading.
Wait wait wait!!! There's a very important note in the second post, request you all to please do read that too.
Now you can all read...
For You Mr. Khan
As Asad opened his eyes with the first rays of the sun streaming from the window, he remembered his conversation with Tanveer and his heart dipped realizing how irrational and rude he had been in thinking so negatively for Zoya. He wished he could go back in time and take back every word he had spoken with such hatred for her, for the girl who had brought happiness to his Ammi and his sister, for the girl who filled his house with laughter, for the one who had filled hianlifw with color, for the girl that he lo... As soon as the thought about his feelings for Zoya crossed his mind he jerked off his comforter and got out of his bed. He'd just turned around to go to the washroom when his eyes caught something white on his couch. Immediately turning around he took the 2 steps and picked up the white envelope that had his name written in a handwriting that he didn't recognize. It read a simple 'Mr. Khan'. Opening it he started reading it and with every word that he read his heart sunk deeper, his eyes widened, his hands shook and his eyes let his tears spill over...
Mr. Khan,
I cannot thank you enough for letting Me, a MISFIT, live in your house for the few days that I got. You let me share your family... as if they were my own... I have never had the privilege of an Ammi fussing over me and my well being... What does it feel like to have her shower you with all the love in the world is something I didn't know, a feeling I thought I would never be able to describe...Because of my fate, an Ammi's love is what I was always deprived of... But... Because of you, I got to know and experience what an Ammi's love is like... in Phoophi... Even with the million flaws that I came with, She took me in with open arms, showering me with so much love that I had started feeling that this is where I belong, that is where I will call home, that this is what Allah had in store for me when he took away my Ammi all those years ago, that this would be my family too... But, I was wrong... I was wrong in thinking like this... trying to see what never was...trying to lay claim on something that was never mine... something that could never be mine... As you said, someone like me doesn't deserve to live with anyone, doesn't deserve a family ... and now... Now I know that this must be the reason I lost my Ammi when I was only 3... Thank you for showing me the reality of my life... Reality that needed to be thrust in my face when I got carried away in emotions that I was never supposed to feel...Though I am going far away from Phoophi, she will always remain the only one person who filled that void in my life. She will always remain as my Ammi...
Another big thank you for letting me share your Sister... For letting me experience what sisters truly do together, how they stand by each other in thick and thin, how they gradually progress from being just sisters to best friends... In Najma, I found the little sister that I never had... She made me feel special and I will always cherish the bond I had with her...I will never forget how she looked up to me for help in everything... How in everything big and small, she came running to me for help... How with her, I shared my innermost feelings... Feelings about life, about relationships, about future and... And about Love... Something I could never do with my Aapi... Her blind faith in me that I would always set things right strengthened my belief that this was my family too... I felt proud of myself that she considered me nothing less than You, her own Bhaijaan... But it was all not meant to be... I never had and never will have what you have... A family to call my own.
Please pass on my love and apologies to the two most important women in my life. Please don't tell them the true reason behind me leaving so abruptly... I know... I know you will not have any problems in coming up with a reason as to why I left. Tell them that I love them both and will never forget them. They will remain in my heart till I breathe my last...
Thank you for letting me into your paradise
Thank you for gifting me the best days of my life
Thank you for giving me an Ammi in Phoophi and a Sister and best friend forever in Najma
Thank you for everything
This misfit will no longer bother you or create any problems in your perfect life and home.
And finally... Thank You for showing me the true face of what I deserve... of what my life actually is. I was, I am and I always will be alone, unwanted and a misfit.
Good Bye Mr. Khan
The Misfit - Zoya Farooqui
As he read the last two lines his heart stopped beating. Asad clutched the letter tightly as if that would stop her too. But he knew it was late... It was too late for him to do anything to stop her, to tell her that all that he'd said was in anger and that he didn't mean any of it. Clutching the piece of paper to his heart he shut his eyes tightly letting his pain flow through his eyes. His mind and heart pulled him in different directions, his mind telling him that all will be OK as it had been before her arrival...his life will be the same black and white canvas with no childish couplets being recited and no laughter resonating because of it. But his heart twisted with pain as it already felt a big void within, for it knew that he had lost the only girl he had ever loved. Not able to take the pain anymore, he sank to the floor, his eyes blood red and tears refusing to stop as he now felt the same void... A void he knew Zoya would have felt while leaving...
P.S. So how was it? Painful! Yes I know, but maybe not as much as I had wanted it to be. But still, I wanted to write it like this. I wanted Asad to feel the pain he always inflected on Zoya. I wanted him to experience it too. Hope you guys will like this one too. One last time for me, please hit that like button and please do leave leave your comments behind.
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