MARJAAN- COMPLETE HALF OF MY DEEN (#YourStoryIndia) (#ProjectWomenUp)

Chapter 1 -Park

Assalamualaikumm

"This is a work of art. Have some respect for the amount of work that went behind producing this piece and refrain from stealing, citing, copying this beautiful literature. Make your grandchildren proud"

"Children are on the fitra. That means they are not responsible before Allah for any wrong they do. Why would you want to teach children to fear Allah before they are required to? Childhood is the time to expose them to the immense love, mercy, compassion and the gifts of Allah. Make things age appropriate"
Nouman Ali Khan

1995 September 15
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"Mummaaa!!! Hurry! We have to pick Afreen before going to the park" Marjaan was getting impatient. Today was Marjaan's 4th birthday and her daddy promised to take her to the park as they didn't celebrate birthdays.
It took several more minutes for Ahmed family to dress up and come to the living room.

The Ahmeds lived in a four bedroom house, furnished tastefully to the latest fashion and located in the suburbs, which was close to the local tourist beaches.
Ahmed Khan worked in a construction company and his wife Ferooza, who in every sense was his better half, remained the perfect home maker.

Their two kids Ijaz and Marjaan were just a year apart, although in character they differed greatly.

Ijaz was momma's boy and the most sweetest kid in the neighbourhood, while his sister came home dishevelled like a stray cat with new cuts and bruises everyday. She found joy in climbing trees, playing with street kids and earning the reputation of a rogue child.

Underneath all the dirt and jumpiness, she was an adorable four year old, pink from head to toe with a chubbiness that will melt even the hardest hearts. Ferooza often lamented about her brat child, but Ahmad knew she will grow out of it when the time comes.

"Daaaaaddy!! Lets go pick Afreen. Wanna go park!!"
"Yes ma'am" chuckled Ahmed mockingly giving a bow.
Marjaan was squealing in pure joy as she was lifted up by her daddy while Ferooza smiled on eyeing the clock. She had on her pink frock, which she only agreed to because they are taking her to the park and she would be meeting Afreen, her cousin and her neighbour.

At the park, Ijaz and Afreen claimed the see-saw while Marjaan went for the swing on the corner of the park. The adults settled in among the benches chatting and crunching on fried peanuts. While Ferooza and Ahmed were distracted, another boy found himself on the worst side of our little heroine.

He pushed her off the swing and instead of the reaction he expected, which was her crying to mummy, the girl glared at him before picking up a stone and aiming straight at his face. Luckily for him, she missed and the stone found its mark on his cousin who was babysitting him.
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Amjad P.O.V

Just when I thought I could go and play cricket with my friends, chachi (aunty) and muma asked me to babysit my little cousin aman, as they wanted to go out shopping. As much as I dreaded on spending my whole evening with the spoilt little kid, I had no option but to comply.

He constantly whined through the way to the park and as soon as we got there he emitted a high pitched scream-
"I want the swing! I want it NOW!"

I asked him to go and ask the little girl who was using it. Instead he went ahead and pushed the girl out of the swing. Before I could react, she got up and was aiming a rock at Aman.

Part of me was scared shitless of a confrontation from her parents, while the other half knew I had to take him home unscathed.

Just then, a piercing pain shot up from my right hand and to my horror, I saw blood.
"Hey! you pink frock ", I screamed, instantly dismissing the sympathy I felt for her a few seconds back.

The girl stood there staring at me without the slightest bit of guilt.

"My name is Marjaan, not pink frock" said a voice the wasn't afraid.
"How can you throw stones at someone like that? Someone could get seriously injured!"
I was clenching my arm which was started bleeding profusely.
"It's his fault," she said pointing to Aman.
"If he pushes me one more time, I will break his head" she added.

Not the words I expected to hear from a little girl of her age, and good looking one like that. I took Aman home embarrassed over being attacked by a toddler, that too a little girl. Anyway, I've vowed not to babysit Aman ever again, as it always lands me in trouble.

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One more thing to note readers in this chapter
Marjaan is 4 year old and Amjad is 10 year old
They are 6 years apart. ..