REDEMPTIVE STRIDES | ✔️ (Unedited)

12: The great collaboration

She applied more Nutella on her bread slice coating it thickly with dark chocolate. She was pasting it all over using a knife. She was so engrossed in applying a plane coat that her tongue was stuck out.

How can someone love a person more than a Nutella, she thought taking a bite from her slice.

Aahil had left 2 weeks ago. Unlike her, things for Yashfa and Omer had been the same. Her CV for job application was not approved and she was informed through an email. Firstly she was very sad and dismayed because she needed to be independent but secondly she thought there must be some good in it as everything in this universe for everyone was written by the ONE so if HE wasn't Willing to Give her that then how could she complain.

Whilst we are crying impatiently and asking Allah for boiled rice. Hold on——Allah has planned Biryani for you, she thought to herself and then smiled.

Finishing her bread she patted her hands together. She knew that was better for her. She knew working in a bakery was something, her Allah had planned for her. How could she deny? Today was her first day in a bakery. She talked to the owner of the bakery and he told her that he himself needed new employees or what people say chef.

She grabbed her bag from the kitchen stool and walked outside to living room. She saw her Tayyi Ami sitting there and watching some tv show. "Tayyi Ami i am leaving" she told her before leaving and paid her Salam. Samina replied her. She had told her Taya Abbu and Tayyi Ami about this and they told her they had no problem with her going out.

Obviously why would they care about me. I am not there daughter———, she thought.

Idiot! you are imagining things unsatisfactorily, she scolded herself now.

But her heart was again on a ride of its own. She quickly jerked the thoughts aways from her mind. She couldn't let anything affect her very first day. One thing she was very happy about that the bakery owner was okay with her Hijab. He told her 'here personality doesn't matter, one's work does'.

She walked on the pavement, for the first time all happy she looked. It was an amalgam of happiness and excitement. She looked very fine and casual in her brown hijab and black top with black pants, her bag and sandals were of hazel biscuity coloured. She got her cab and sat inside.

Reaching there, she mustered up confidence. She wore a smile and entered inside. Her gaze flew around in search and finally she saw the owner who warmly smiled and waved at her. She nodded and walked there, "how are you?, Miss..." he asked but trailed off remembering her name.

"Zalay.." she completed.

"Yah Miss Zalay" he held out a hand for her but she seemed uncomfortable and finally she spilled it out, "actually i am not at the liberty of shaking hand with a male. Hope you understand"

"Yah thats totally fine. I am going to call my friend's son to give a mini tour around and also inform you about the timings and the things you will be cooking"

"Your friend's son also work?"

"Yah and let me tell you people loves his handmade baked cakes. They especially demand for it gesturing vaguely at the last time they ate it. And thats when i thrusted him the responsibility of training others" the owner further told her about him, "he, anyways, belongs from a very nice or what people say rich family but I wonder why is that he works here" he stopped for a while "but the thing is he is a source for my earning so i have always given him a best environment and the same will be for you but the rest will be up to you if you do not get along with those chicks"