This story is a work of fiction, it is inspired by many other stories and the life lessons we learn....
So basically the story will revolve around a girl named 'dua' 15 years old, a practising muslimah, but her life is filled with hardships and pain...
"I don't need to prove myself everytime, I am a human, not a theorem"
If you haven't prayed your namaz yet then go... pray.... and then read the chapter
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Anoushay - See this is the wedding card, is everything right does it needs any changes?
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[It took me a long time to edit but phew... it's done, ignore the editing mistakes😉]
Nazneen - MashaAllah it's perfect.
Mustufa - Yes it's very nice
Anoushay - Ahelin dear, do you like it?
Ahelin gave a shy smile and nodded
Mohammed - So now we should start distributing the card.
Nazneen - You are right, we will start distributing from our society.
Mohammed - Now we will take your leave, sorry for disturbing you.
Mustufa - No no.... you didn't disturb us, we feel very good whenever you visit us.
They left, everyone went to their rooms
I went to my room, thinking about today's happenings, tears came in my eyes, why do they hate me so much, what is my mistake, is it related to my past, or I am that bad that no one loves me, do they hate me because I don't have parents because I am alone
"You aren't alone," my inner voice said, "you have your elder brothers" yes I am not alone, yes I DO have a family.... I.... I have brothers, not 2, not 3, not 4, but 5 brothers, 5 elder brothers.
But still I am alone, I don't even know where they are, alive or dead.... happy or sad... alone or together....the irony is that I do not even remember them, I have not even seen them, I don't remember much, I think I was about 3 or hardly 4 year old when they left, I just remember my eldest brother Adeel bhai who loved me so much, there is a set of twins too...
I don't know why they left me, do they also hate me, they also felt that I am a burden or they didn't want a sister, my mind was full of thoughts, maybe there must be some reason that they left without me, what has happened that they went all of a sudden and no one knows, no one in the house even talks about them.
My mind just has a few memories of ammi abbu and a happy family, for which I have yearned so much, I didn't realize when I started crying but it felt relieved after crying, fresh hot tears falling continuously on my cheeks, I didn't bother to wipe them.
I had many unsolved questions inside me, I want to feel my mother's love, what if today my mother was present, she would not let any injustice or any harm come to me, I want to feel once that how it feels to be in your parent's embrace, how your brothers love you unconditionally, how your father becomes your shield.
