Koh-e-Noor

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[Subhah Bakheir.]

Every morning, the sun shines just as much as my face glows everytime I smile.

Then why do you not smile more often, jhalli?

I'm smiling right now, okay?

Zaira, as you read this part you're smiling, okay? SMILE, cutiepie.

"Abbh yeh naa kehna ke phuppo aa rahi hain." I heard Haroon exclaim.

Alina shrugged, "Nahin kehti," she waited a few seconds before adding, "Mehwish bhi aa rahi hai. Aur woh, uss ka bhai, kuchh dinn baad woh bhi."

Duh.

Zindagi ke chhotte chhotte masle.

I ran to the kitchen to grab something to eat but saw mama bitching on phuppo.

I opened the fridge, making eye contact with mama, who, after listening and giving a courtesy reply to an unpleasing phuppo-related anecdote chaachi had reminded the kitchen ladies of, called my name. ''Baal baandhna shuroo kar do tum.''

''Kyun?'' I asked, despite knowing the answer.

Phuppo ko ghunghraale baal nahin passand. Aur taane sunn'ne se achha hai. Baandhne nahin hain tou istri kar lena, bla-bla-blah.

Mama ko laggta hai mujhe phuppo ki passand ke hisaab se jeena chaahiye. Apne qudrati baal kharaab karoon istri kar kar ke, sirf phuppo ke liye jo mujhe waise bhi passand nahin karteen.

Kabhi nahin.

I ran around the house and watched everyone's reaction.

I enjoyed going through the wave of disappointment dancing in the whole house and the variety of it's expression.

Haroon was whining in boredom, Ayan was living the last bits of his freedom out of the house, Nida was gossiping about Mehwish to Nooreh, and Maya...

Maya was composing an ode of pain.

Haha, just kidding.

But I really like Maya.

I thought Nida was the best and my best friend but today in the morning -after I gave up on arranging my closet- I went to Nida's room, where all the girls were. The mere act of advising them to not gossip made Nida think of me as self-contained. She laughed and told me that they don't have crushes to worship twenty four hours. They have more things to talk about.

And maybe she's right. My whole life depends on Atif Aslam and I'M OBSESSED WITH IN DINON AND ANJAANA!!

Itna khubsoorat hai. Gaana bhi aur woh khud bhi. Jab bhi dekhoon MashaAllah kehna parrta hai, kaheen meri hi nazar naa lagg jaae haseen aadmi ko.

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"Yeh koyi qaidkhaana hai? Kyun naa istamaal karoon main phone khaane ke maiz pe?" I jumped up on the countertop and clapped my ankles.

"Meri jaan, main kuchh nahin keh rahi tumhaare taaya abbu ko nahin passand." Taayi ammi said.

"Haan, Maryam ko mere joote nahin passand haun ge, woh bhi badal leti hoon; Ayan ko mere kapre nahin passand haun ge, poora closet change kar leti hoon; Maira ko mere lenses nahin passand haun ge, chashma pehen leti hoon; oh, Sahil ko tou chashme se nafrat hai, woh nahin pehen sakti; um, parosiyon se bhi poochh lein? Kisi ko agar mere saans lene ke tareeqe se taqleef hai tou woh bhi chhorr deti hoon. Phuppo ke liye baal straight karne hain aur taaya abbu ke liye phone chhorna hi hai tou parosiyon ka khayaal kyun naa rakhoon?"