Her p.o.v

I got down from the bus and started walking towards my home with those two kiddos,  I dropped them at their home and apologized to their mum about the incident. She said it was alright but I could see it in her eyes  that she is worried, I was so ashamed with myself that my face was so blotchy and  red because of all those crying, aunty noticed it and she put on a smile for me,  she started pestering me  to have lunch with them. I politely declined saying that mum would be waiting for me,  "Allah  please forgive me for lying, asthagfirullah"

I walked home and tapped the front door, I heard foot steps thundering towards the door and a voice shouting" hold on, can you ? I am coming" I smiled to myself, she s so not gonna change anyways, may Allah bless her. Zahi came and opened the door with a grumpy face I think I have disturbed her from sketching, zahiya and her hobbies… as soon as she saw me she smiled and greeted in her chirpy voice" Assalamu alaikum dathi(elder sis), walaikum salam zahi" I replied and dragged my self to my room. Mum is not home, she must be shopping, alhamdulillah! I won't have to answer her questions which she  will. obviously shoot at me noticing my red face which zahi failed to notice.

I went upstairs , in to  my room and closed the door with a thud, zahi who was in the next room shouted" dathi can you please stop annoying me" i was about to shout at her when i remembered " sabooran jameel" patience is beautiful, I have no reason to show my moodiness at her so I calmed myself saying Aoozubillah . I dumped my bag into my bed and  removed my scarf , i was shocked to see my face so pale, lifeless and red. Then i unpinned my dupatta and undid my braided hair and went to the washroom to have a bath,

I went in and opened the shower in full blast and stood under it, the ice cold water falling in full force on my head and dripping down towards my whole body, I  cried my heart out , in my rage I held my wrist with my other hand, nails digging on to my delicate skin,  blood started oozing out leaving a bruise in its place, I cursed my self now I will have to answer for this too. God! Cant i let my frustration out too in a way i like, this so called life is ripping me out. I got out of the shower wearing a blue and white top with matching pants and a pure white shawl, my waist length hair with water dripping out on their ends, I mentally cursed my self and ran back to the washroom and made wudhu (ablution). Gosh! I would have missed zuhr prayers in another ten minutes if I don't remember. I pulled out the prayer mat and started praying. I let out all my worries, my fears, my grief and my pain to the one and only who has the the capability to put everything back into place: almighty Allah . I made dua for a long time for my family , my friends my relations and all living beings on earth, I woke up feeling  light and refreshed, only praying to Almighty can grant one a fresh mind, I did sajadha shukoor for that and folded the prayer mat and kept it in its place

Zahiya came banging on my door" didi,Didi are you in there, I was so engrossed in my thoughts that i kind of failed to reply her,  because I didn't reply she started  calling me in every language she knows " didi , dathi , akki and finally zeeha. Wait, that little brat how dare she call me by name. I finally got to the door and looked at her with an eyebrow raised and snapped "what" dathi, you didn't have your lunch you must be hungry come na , she pulled me" zahi ma, I had my lunch at Natasha s place Dr, I am not hungry, In fact my tummy z all full"I said rubbing my stomach with a mischievous smile. She believed it and was about to go. I tiptoed(coz she is taller than me)and held her ear and said with a smirk" who s that fool, who called me by name" your name is zeeha, we are supposed to call you that" she said laughing at her own stupid joke, I glared at her, that did it, with her puppy dog eyes she said " I am chorry didi, I would nt repeat it again, I wuw(love) you" imitating her baby voice, I could nt control my smile I replied " its ok zahi baby, I wuw you too" and we both broke in to a fit of laughter,

I returned to my bed and laid down, relaxing my tensed muscles. My arms ache, my legs ache, my whole body aches, but what was unbearable was the ache in my heart deep down, for which I know the cure is unreachable. I exhaled a deep breath and simply closed my eyes to let sleep take control over me

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