My eyelids removed there cover over my eyes and Infront of me was the clock .
"7o' clock " was the notification .I did not notice when my eyes closed and I transformed from daydreams to nightdreams .

There was no job for me now but I must find one to earn a living of livelihood . All these days, I have struggled for my freedom and for its dreams .
I took my half wrecked bag and led my steps out . I saw a morning of joy with the old joggers and young dreamers . I saw their happiness and saw a part of myself.

" Why am I so sad? " I asked myself. I have left that old life but this new life is not allowing me to forget that incident.
Yesterday,I met a man. Ali jaweed was all it's name.  He was my closest relative alive. But I don't want to accept him as my brother. I want but don't want. There is a constant war of feelings inside myself . The war between old and new.
Between relationship and life
And worse still
Between India and Pakistan.

I moved ahead and found myself. The India gate.
I moved more and found the market.
More and found a call centre of the Samsung.
I hoped of getting a job here and entered with the name of Allah.
"Name?"they asked, more as a name of brand than a name.
"Fardeen"I said "Fardeen jaweed"
They gave me a form and asked me to fill it up. I took my pen started making the meaningful designs. But I came to a halt in one box. The box was 'nativity'.

I recalled my yesterday. I forgot to mention that how they threw me out when I went for applying a job that day on knowing my nativity. I have taken the citizenship of India but they treat me more as a refugee than a citizen. I wrote the truth. Someone passed by. He saw my words and I found my legs being dragged With my hands being held and they were leading my body out of the apartment.

I stood up and looked around .The only thing I found was enemity. And my only need was friendship. And I need it more than my job. Because someone has rightly said "a friend in need is a friend indeed"
I want some love and care. Some sense of affection.A bit of family.  A friendship to led my way in this different country with a bit of over intolerance.
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