Good deeds are cherished. She was hurt and suppressed. So was he. Later, she learned that good deeds are to be cherished and kindness is meant to be spread. ---- In a terrifying place, where the guilty are entrapped, came strolling a girl who was tormented by the strata existing in the society. She was bullied. Hurt the patronizing insults of her cousin, she then found herself discovering the consequences of hurting others and learning that even some smiles hide deep pain, so one must be cautious with their words and actions.View More
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
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
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.
Standing in front of the crooked house, Usman took a deep breath and walked inside. Three days had literally passed in a blink of an eye. Usman had begun praying that the plan would work.Nervously climbing up the stairs, while flinching at every echo of our footsteps, he and Salman straightened their stance as they finally made it upstairs and noticed one room's door closed; that had to be it.Walking towards the door, Usman gulped as Salman twirled its doorknob and hesitantly pushed it open. Inside, Fahad was pacing by the room's window, with his arms folded behind his back."My daughter has made her decision," Usman announced, stepping inside the room. "It's time for you to quit your games.""Hmm..." Fahad halted, with a smirk evident in his voice. "And her decision is?""She wants your mother to live a free life.""My mother?" Fahad's mood immediately turned confused. "How does she know about my mother.?""She met her in the forest.," Usman replied in a chipped voice. "Your mother
An hour-long drive finally led to an old orphanage built near the riverside of Rawalpindi. Uncle, Papa and the Chief were the ones visiting this place. One day had already passed, and I was really hoping for this place to help me in making my decision. Rehana and Sarah were waiting.Walking inside the huge orphanage, which comprised of a huge white building and a lush green garden, I kept a few feet behind the men and looked around at the children playing in the garden; they seemed so young and lonely. Places like these reminded me of how ungrateful I had always been. Sigh!"May I help you?" The warden now stepped forward, seeing us enter the building; she was wearing thin eye frames and looked rather old. Papa and the rest of the men had already walked away into the corridor, while I nodded.Taking a deep breath, I stepped forward and politely shook hands with the woman. "W-we are here to get information about a young boy 'Fahad' you took in a few years ago. Do you remember him?" I go
Fahad was staring out of his house's window, down at the dark weeds. His fists were clenched as he pondered over how exactly the world had betrayed him, but he would try...attempt to always protect people..He had been only seven when he had run away from his terror house and got caught by authorities. The authorities had shoved him into a local orphanage, but Fahad had never forgotten his past...his pain. That is why he chose to return and protect his real mother. Although, he never referred to them as his parents because they had never told him to; they hated when Fahad called them mother and father.Fahad's father was a stern man. He had kept Fahad and his mother locked up in a secluded house in Murree. And, after that phase and his new family's betrayal, he had learned that the guilty had to pay. This is why he hid his mother away, hid so many people. He wanted to help. Now, he just hoped that Mehreen would realize this reasoning and decide to stay.He really wanted to save her.
Usman"But why?" A broken, accidental retort finally slipped from Usman. He was just so shocked and strangely hurt by the knowledge. Fahad was behind it all. After being so helped, he had been the cause of making his family feel so misery and pain. He couldn't believe that. In fact, He didn't want to believe that. It was a shattering notion. Also, this house belonged to his friend, so why on earth was Fahad claiming it as his own?
UsmanTwirling the radio set with one hand, Fahad could be seen sitting on the sofa, leaning against the headrest, with one hand folded behind his head."Hmm...I asked for her safety. No one listened to my request.," He responded,
Everyone was firm about the fact that I had to stay in the car. I had talked to my mom on the phone and she, out of happiness, offered Nafls of gratitude.I didn't tell her what had happened to Sarah."Mehreen," My uncle now walked up to the car, moving to sit in the front seat. I was sitting in the back, so grew alert as his sight. He looked overly stressed and consumed by worry as he turned to face me that I could help but feel concerned. I prayed for the ease of his worries.
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