Just as Fahad had promised, the next Sarah and Rehana were found inside the house. They were sitting in the main lounge. I rushed up to them while Papa, Uncle Salman and Rehana waited impatiently outside."No.." She began shaking on the sofa, while Sarah sat next to her, completely silent. "It was too dark..." She was whimpering. I blanched at that.
Having my papa and uncle travel back to Murree was a nerve-wracking journey. Papa and Uncle Salman had gone back because they wanted some answers; they wanted to be there when they caught Fahad and made him answerable for his actions.The chief had informed my papa that they had Fahad trapped in an old abandoned hut; situated in Murree. Reports showed that he had been staying there, for some time. And, strangely, the hut was described to located som
5 years laterSo much had changed in the past few years. Sarah was so near her full recovery. She had returned back to being my sweet sisterly cousin, and Rehana was my bestfriend; she was even thinking about moving to my city.My mama's bakery had finally managed to attract customers; Family cupcakes were the talk of the town. Zaid was now studying for his O-level's exams, Mariyam appa, along with her husband and children had moved to our hometown, and Papa had got a new, better job. My family had grown closer than ever, and I felt elated. Things had truly changed for the better. Alhamdolilah.This entire experience had changed me so much. I had learned that sometimes pain and tough times are required to bring a change; to bring families closer. Everything happens for a reason. Also, I had grown more intone with deep sentiments and the art of forgiveness. I managed to forgive my bullies, people who hurt me, but there was so much beauty in forgiveness. I had also forgiven Fahad. I real
Taking off his helmet, Fahad got up from his bike.The sky was clear, tonight.With the subtly wind tousling his hair, he began to walk towards the nearest shops while taking small steps. Rarely anyone could be seen around. Fahad could feel the hollow silence aching in his heart as he looked around at the vacant shops and eyed the bored shopkeepers. It felt lonely.Leisurely walking around, he rounded one corner of the market street and made his way towards a nearby park. It was eerie visiting a
Walking down the vacant corridors of my college, my heart was sinking with the horrible feeling of all that had happened today; the derogatory attitudes, the whispered insults and the random shove all seemed to be weighing down on me, and I couldn't help but allow a few tears to flow down. Not here, not in college.Wincing at the reminder how I hadn't even tried standing up for myself, I lazily managed to walk out of the college gates and fidgeted at the sight of my cousin, Sarah, standing near the door. She seemed to be scrolling down her mobile screen. Having no choice but to walk up to her, I quickly wiped my tears and hesitantly began heading towards her. I had to prepare myself for the insults. Sarah was my extremely bright cousin who was two grades ahead of me. She was a topper in her class and was adored by everyone. Unlike me, she had loads of friends and was considered the pride of her family. However, what rarely anyone back at home knew was that Sarah had gained some of her
Sometimes even the crowds start to haunt you. You feel your pain grow profound as the crowds suffocate you with their worldly choices. The terrifying judgment in the world's eyes, the constant feeling of being secretly criticized and compared with the ones who have hurt you, is heavy. But instead of getting caught in this drift, one should focus only on all earning the praises of our Almighty. Nothing else should matter.Everyone is so busy displaying themselves as the happiest ones in the world that they forget that their bragging can really hurt another. In attempting to get ahead, we are often pushing others down-breaking them.
The last day of my semester had turned out to be quite brutal. Sarah, hyped up with all the praises she had been getting lately, decided to play a wicked prank on me. Our cafeteria enjoyed the show that was played on my expense.Feeling extremely low and exhausted, I reached home. Walking into the living room, I saw mama collecting some religious books and placing her Tasbee in her bag. while papa was closing a suitcase that was placed on the couch. Zaid was sitting next to suitcase, doing something on Papa's phone.All my tiredness and pain replaced with sheer curiosity as I looked at my parents.
Fahad was only ten years old when his parents got divorced. Both of them immediately fled from their suffocating bond-mansion, leaving Fahad behind to be care taken by two guards, a cook, and a housekeeper. It was a devastating experience, wondering what he had done wrong...why his family left him. His wounds had grown even more profound as both of his parents found someone else to spend the rest of their lives with, and Fahad was left alone.Sometimes parents forget that in their own fights, it's the children that suffer...the children who have to pay the dire consequences. It was painful spending each day with people who were only there because they were being paid. Parents shouldn't do that. Children should be their top priority. The