Soft and cool breeze from the window were making the silk curtains to fly in different directions. It was the time of Dawn almost 5am, which means the time of Fa jar prayer. Soft hues were start to spread on the dark sky indicating the arrival of the new morning.

But inside the room a petite soul was busy bowing in front of her RAB. She sat up from the sujood and two tears run from her eyes softly making their way all along her cheek. Her milky white skin glows in the dim light. She said her salam and rise hands in front of the creator and start pouring her heart out.

Hoorain's POV:-

"Ya Allah! Ya Rahman-r- Raheem. Ya Allah! forgive me and my sins and ease my difficulties. Give me courage and strength to face this cruel world. Ya Allah! I have no one but You. Never leave me alone . I know you will make eveything fine. Ameen summa Ameen". Wipping my hand over my face, I finished the prayer. I wipe my tears and folded the prayer mate and put it in the drawer. Then I went to the window and looked up at the beauty of the sky.

Cool and slow breeze of Islamabad was making my hair to fly under my scarf. I move my gaze on the beautiful flowers in our garden which were making the nature look more enhancing . I took a deap refreshing breath.

Although its a new morning But for me all morning are same, same routeen, same things which are happening from past 11 years.

Oh! Let me introduce myself. My name is Hoorain Malik. An unfortunate child of Shahbaz and Hiba Malik. I am currently doing my B.sc in Computer sciences. I really want to be a teacher as I love childrens specially those who are ignored by there parents. I work at a library as a part time as I have to pay for my expenses. It didn't pay much but still I get some rupees to save at the end of the day.

My parents refuse to spend a single penny on me since childhood but after alot of persuading from my Dadi jan my father enrolled me in same school as my sister . But when it was time for university he again refused and I have to get a scholarship for getting admission in university.

My parents always want a baby boy but instead they got baby girls. My sister Daneen was lucky enough to get there love but I didn't got that much lucky.

I remember Wajiha mom. She was the only person who gave me the love of mother. Who, embraced me in her motherly hugs. I was happy until one day she got a call from someone. She cried while talking to that person. After the call she kissed my forehead and tells me not to be scared everything will be fine. I was like 11 or 12 at that time. I was watching her with confused expression, but she didn't say anything more and dragged me to Dadi's room and made me sleep there. You know what happens after that, she was gone Allah knows where. No one knows not even Dadi. She also left me like selfish person. But I think it was for good as she too has a life to live. Here she was treated like a maid or worse than that.

But can't she take me with her, I really wish that one day I meet and ask her why? Why did she leave me like this? She treated me like her own daughter then how can she?

Loud blaring of my alarm brought me out of my thoughts. I walk towards the side table and switched it off. It was almost 7 in the morning, which means it's time for getting ready for university.

Walking towards my small cupboard I drew out my clothes before entering in to the washroom for a quick hot shower.

After getting ready. I took my long shawl (chaddar) and my bag before walking downstairs. Firstly I went to Dadi jan's room. She was sitting on the bed reciting the Holy Quran.

Quietly making my way to her, I sit beside listening to her calm and melodic voice. Soon she finish reciting and close the Holy Quran. Putting it on the side table she blew prayers on my face and kiss my forehead loving.

"How are you my child"? She asked while cupping my cheek with her weak wrinkled hands.

"Fine Dadi jan. You tell how are feeling today"?

"Alhamdulillah! Come lets go and have some breakfast or else you will get late for your university" with that I carefully stand her up by holding her arm.

We walk towards the dining table with slow steps. Once reached I make her sit on the head chair and quitely said my salam to Mom and dad.

Dad only nod but mom totally ignored it and focused on reading the magzine. Soon the breakfast was served to us and we start eating. Everyone was having their breakfast peaceful when loud voice heals echoed in the room. I know who it is and didn't bother to look up at her.

"Good morning everyone" in her usually chearful voice she greated us.

Clad in jeans and top she was looking like a model with an hour glass figure.

"Dad I need money like right know. My friend is having a party and Iam going their after university" she said as soon as she settle down on her chair.

Without any word dad gave her a sack of 1000 rupees and she took it like its a no big deal for her.

"Why are you giving her so much money we are already on the verge of bankruptcy and here you are spending money like water" Dadi jan said or more like scolded dad who just ignored her and mom and Daneen only rolled there eyes at her.

"Calm down Amma. Don't exaggerate I have found someone who is willing to buy the shares of Company and he is also ready to buy our haveli so we are not basically bankrupt totally".

Silence fell on the table . The spoon fell from Dadi jan's hand and she was watching dad with shocked and disappointed look.

"You ungrateful boy. How can you sale your father's hardwork? I will not let that happen . I am ashamed you are my son. Shamless". She start breathing heavily and it was my que to walk towrds her and made her drink some water.

"Oh please! Stop this drama and if you are ashamed of your son then you can leave" Dad said in his cold voice . Anger was evident in his eyes.

"I am going I can't tolerate this nonsense in the morning itself and ruin my mood . By peeps hope you all have a good day" Daneen arrogantly walk out of the house.

"Hoorain child take me to my room". Dadi said and I took her from there not wanting to create more scene.

"Wait!" Mom said and we truned to see what she want .

"Pack your things we have to leave this old house and yeah if you want to come I will accept you as you are my dear mother and child. Iam not a cruel mother and daughter-in-law, I do care about you people" Mom with her oh so sweetly smile said or more like taunt us.

A cry left from Dadi's mouth and I immediatly took her to her room. Although I was getting late for my university and probably the bus has been gone till know but I can't leave her in this situation.

As I settle her down on the bed she took my hand in her and said

"Go Hoorain don't miss your education. I will be fine and here take these I know you have missed your bus go from the taxi okay" she gave me some money for taxi fair. I want to deny but she didn't let me and the end I found my self outside my university missing my first lecture.

Why life is so cruel? Why always good people had to go through so much? Then I remember Wajiha mom's word:

Good people has to indure so much because Allah loves them alot and he want taste them that how much their Imman in strong and they have faith in him even in hard time they remember him or not".

As I remeber these words I look up at the sky and Pray to Allah in ky heart to give patience to us to overcome these problems.

Aslamoaliakum and Hi lovelies 💞

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