A Y E S H A
I walked into the college campus, feeling the excitement bubbling within me. Wearing my favorite turquoise kurta, with delicate embroidery, adorned with floral patterns that matched my sunny personality. Silver bangles jingled on my wrists, adding a touch of tradition to my modern outfit.I felt confident and radiant. As I carried my books, a big smile adorned my face, eager to reunite with my best friend Kinza.
Just as I stepped in, there she was, Kinza, her eyes lighting up as she spotted me. She rushed towards me and enveloped me in a warm hug. "Ayesha! You're finally here! I missed you!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with joy.
I hugged her back, laughing heartily. "I missed you too, Kinza! It feels so good to be back."
Together, we made our way towards the bustling cafeteria. The aroma of coffee filled the air, and the lively chatter of students created a cheerful ambiance. We shared stories of our summer vacations, giggling like schoolgirls as we reminisced about our adventures.
But as we entered the cafeteria, our laughter came to an abrupt halt. A group of boys had surrounded a girl, mocking and teasing her mercilessly. My heart sank, and my smile vanished as I couldn't bear to witness someone being treated so cruelly.
Kinza whispered worriedly, "Ayesha, should we do something?"
Without a second thought, I handed my bag to Kinza, determination burning within me. "I'll be right back," I assured her.
As I approached the scene, my nerves began to tingle, but I couldn't back down. With every step, I felt my resolve strengthening. I stood tall in front of the girl, facing the boys with unwavering determination.
“Enough!" I spoke firmly, my voice cutting through their laughter. "Is this how you treat someone weaker than you? It's cowardly and pathetic."
The boys initially scoffed, thinking I was an easy target. But I wasn't going to let them get away with it. As they tried to mock me, I swiftly twisted the hand of one of the boys, making him wince in pain.
Kinza, quick on her feet, pulled out her phone and started recording the confrontation. The other boys, taken aback by my unexpected resistance, quickly dispersed like scared mice.
One of the boys sneered, "What's your problem, girl? Mind your own business."
"My problem is with bullies like you who think they can torment others just for fun," I retorted, my voice steady and defiant
Another boy chimed in, "You think you're tough? Let's see what you've got!"
"I'm not here to fight, but I won't stand by and watch someone being mistreated," I replied firmly.
Kinza spoke up from behind, her phone still recording, "Yeah, you better leave! We have evidence now, and we won't hesitate to report this to the authorities!"
The boy who I had twisted the hand of winced in pain, but he tried to save face, "Fine! We were just having some fun anyway."
"There's nothing fun about bullying," I shot back, my eyes narrowing. "Remember that."
As the boys finally left, I turned to the girl they had been tormenting, my expression softening with empathy. "Are you okay?" I asked gently.
The girl, still visibly shaken, managed to nod, tears in her eyes. "Thank you," she whispered. "I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't stepped in."
I smiled reassuringly at her. "Don't let anyone treat you like this," I advised. "Stand up for yourself, and never be afraid to seek help from others."
She nodded again, her gratitude evident in her eyes. "Thank you, Ayesha. You're really brave."
"It's not about being brave," I said humbly. "It's about doing what's right."
As I returned to Kinza, she looked at me in awe. "Ayesha, that was incredible! You stood up to them so bravely."
I shrugged, trying to downplay it. "It's just not right to see someone being bullied. We should always stand up for what's right."
Word of the incident spread like wildfire throughout the college, earning me admiration from some and perhaps a few wary glances from others. But that didn't matter to me; I knew I had done the right thing.
I sat with my older sister, Zoya, in our room, the soft glow of the setting sun casting a warm ambiance. Baji looked deeply troubled, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. I couldn't bear to see her like this, knowing the reason behind her distress.
"Baji, you need to talk to Ammi about this. It's your life, and you have every right to make your own decisions," I gently urged, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.
She sighed, her fingers fidgeting nervously in her lap. "Ayesha, you know Ammi. She won't listen to me. She's already decided on marrying me off to some guy named Ahad, without even asking me how I feel about it."
My heart sank, knowing how important Baji's dreams and aspirations were to her. "I understand, Baji, but you can't let this happen without speaking up. This is your future we're talking about," I insisted, hoping to empower her to take a stand for herself.
She wiped a tear from her eye, her voice shaking, "I've always dreamed of having a career before getting married. But Ammi doesn't see it that way. She thinks girls are meant to be married off and that our dreams don't matter”
I could feel the weight of her dreams and the expectations imposed upon her by society. "Baji, you have to stand up for yourself. You deserve to have a say in your own life," I implored, wishing she could see her worth and potential.
The next day, I found a moment to talk to our mother. "Ammi, can we talk?" I approached her cautiously.
Her stern expression didn't waver as she looked at me, "What is it, Ayesha?“
I took a deep breath, trying to choose my words carefully. "I want to talk about Baji's wedding," I began, my voice determined. "She's really worried about it. She has dreams and aspirations, and she doesn't want to get married right now. Can't we give her some time to pursue her career?"
My mother's face hardened, and she shook her head firmly. "No, Ayesha. This is the right time for Zoya to get married. We've found a good man for her, and we believe it's the best decision for her future."
"But Ammi, Baji has her own dreams too! Shouldn't her happiness and dreams matter as well?" I tried to reason with her, hoping to make her understand.
She disagreed sternly, "Girls are not allowed to say things like these. We know what's best for them. Marriage is a priority, and Zoya will understand that in time."
I felt frustrated, but I knew I couldn't give up on Baji. As I comforted her later that day, I suggested, "Why don't you try talking to Ahad? Maybe he can help you out, and if he's understanding, he can talk to Ammi on your behalf."
Baji looked hesitant at first, but then her determination seemed to return. "You're right, Ayesha. I need to take matters into my own hands."
We dialed Ahad's number, hoping he could be a bridge between Baji and our mother. However, the call went straight to voicemail, and baji's face fell in disappointment. "He's not answering," she said, her voice trembling with emotion.
I tried again to contact Mr Ahad. He finally picked up. I look towards Baji who was asleep. So I decided to talk on her behalf.
“ Assalamu Alaikum. “ I said with my low nervous voice.
“ Wa Alaikum Assalam “ A deep voice spoke from the other side. My heart start to beat fast but I continued to speak.
“ main zoya baji ki behan hoon “ ( I am zoya's sister ) I look back at Baji.
“ Yes, is there's anything important because I have a urgent work. “ His deep voice with no exclamation make me more nervous. And it's clear he is not interested in talking right now.
“ Oh I am so sorry, you can go complete your work we can talk later “ I said quickly .
“ Fine then “ He said as I was about to say a bye. But he cut the phone.
“ Bye... “ I said to myself with a roll of eyes. He is such a jerk type person. gosh now I am more worried about Baji.
A H A D
I sat at the head of the long boardroom table, surrounded by my employees dressed in their finest attire, eagerly awaiting their presentations. I was Ahad, the wealthiest man in Pakistan, known for my no-nonsense approach to business and my insatiable hunger for success. As the CEO of a vast conglomerate, I demanded nothing but excellence from my team.
The first presentation began, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of irritation as I listened to the project details. "Promising?" I scoffed, interrupting the presenter. "This is nothing more than a mere child's play! I expected groundbreaking innovations, not these petty ideas!"
The employees nervously exchanged glances, attempting to regain their composure as they continued with their presentations. One by one, they tried to impress me with their proposals, but each seemed more lackluster than the last. With each passing minute, my frustration mounted, and it became harder to hide my displeasure.
Just as the last presentation concluded, my younger brother Ishaan entered the boardroom with his usual beaming smile. It was almost irritating how effortlessly joyful he always seemed to be. Ignoring my sour mood, he approached me with a light-hearted tone.
"Ahad bhai, you really need to lighten up!" he said cheerfully. "The team did their best, you know."
I sighed, feeling the urge to snap at him too. But Ishaan's demeanor remained unscathed.
“ Meeting dismiss “ as I said all the employees walked out in a minute. I look back towards Ishaan.
“ What's your problem “ I asked while my focus was on my laptop. He take a seat with a smile.
“ Come on Bhai, you are getting married in few weeks and here you are still working “
A wedding. Just what I needed – a reminder of my own impending nuptials. "Spare me the details, Ishaan. I have more important things to deal with than a silly ceremony," I grumbled, dismissing his enthusiasm.
I agreed to this wedding just because Ammi asked me.
As I mentally brushed off Ishaan's well-meaning advice, my phone rang, displaying "AMMI" on the screen. Reluctantly, I answered the call, trying to maintain a composed tone. "Assalamualaikum, Ammi."
"Waalaikumsalam, beta. How are you and Ishaan?" Her voice, warm and full of love, struck a chord deep within me.
"We're both fine, Ammi. Just busy with work," I replied honestly, not wanting to worry her with my grumpiness.
"I heard from Ishaan about your workload and how you're neglecting your own happiness," she said, her concern palpable. "Beta, don't forget about your wedding!"
"I know, Ammi. I... I have a lot on my plate right now," I admitted, feeling a pang of guilt for disappointing her.
"Your work will always be there, but these precious moments won't come back. You need to take a break and focus on your personal life too," she firmly advised.
"You're right, Ammi. I'll be back home in two days," I promised, my tone softening as I realized she was right.
"That's better. Take care of yourself, beta. I love you," she said, her voice filled with affection.
"I love you too, Ammi," I replied sincerely, feeling a surge of warmth in my heart.
Hanging up the phone, I found myself facing Ishaan's amused expression. "The great Ahad, scolded by Ammi!" he teased, unable to contain his laughter.
Despite my glare, I couldn't help but feel a sense of amusement at the irony. "You find this amusing, don't you?" I asked, trying to sound stern.
"Maybe a little. But you know Ammi just wants the best for both of us," he said, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
"Yeah, yeah. I know. Anyway, back to work," I said, returning to my desk, but this time with a newfound understanding that I needed to find a balance between my professional success and my personal life – especially with my wedding approaching.
I stepped into my mansion, my mind still lingering on the conversation with Ammi. Despite my initial annoyance, her words resonated within me, reminding me of the significance of the upcoming wedding. As I entered the grand foyer, the gardener tried to greet me, but I was too lost in my thoughts to pay him any attention. I ignored his presence and continued towards the living room
abbu, my father , sat on the sofa, engrossed in his daily newspaper. He looked up as I approached, offering a warm smile. "Ahad welcome back home," he greeted me .
"Thank you, Abbu," I replied, trying to push aside the lingering tension from the meeting at the office.
My eyes then fell on my mother, sitting gracefully in her favorite armchair. She looked up, her face lighting up with joy at the sight of me. I quickly went over to her, embracing her in a hug and taking her blessings. "Ammi, I missed you," I said sincerely, feeling a sense of comfort and familiarity in her presence.
"I missed you too, beta," she replied, her voice filled with love. "You must be tired from work. Go, freshen up, and then we'll all have dinner together."
I nodded, appreciating her caring nature, and made my way to my room. As I entered, my eyes were drawn to a red, beautifully wrapped box resting on my dresser. My heart skipped a beat as I recognized it. I carefully picked up the box, and inside, I found a pair of exquisite earrings
My mind traveled back to my childhood, to the memories of my girl best friend, the one I used to call "Flower." She had given me these earrings as a token of our special friendship. The soft sound of the earrings swaying had always brought me a sense of peace during difficult times. A bittersweet smile spread across my face as I recalled her warm laughter and infectious spirit.
"One day I will find you, Flower," I whispered, as if she could hear me through time and space. Though we had lost touch over the years, the memories of our bond remained etched in my heart.
I placed the earrings back in the box, vowing to keep them safe. Perhaps one day, fate would reunite us, and I would have the chance to thank her for being a cherished part of my past.
She was 5 years old and I was 15 when we first met. I was in a park sitting alone all by myself because I had no friend. They all said that I am too different to be their friend. That day a little girl came and silently sat beside me. Then she gave me a candy saying that it will make me happy. She had a big smile and soft voice. After that day she used to meet me everyday. I get closer to her to the point that I used to spend my days playing house with her. She used to wear a earing joined in a necklace in her neck. As a necklace. And it was used to make sound. She said her mother gave her this and said it's important to take care.
Everything was going good until I turn eighteen and she turn eight. I was not ashamed to play with a 8 years old kid but my parents wanted me to focus on my career instead of playing husband and wife with a kid. So they send me Australia. On the day of leaving she give me this ear ring saying that one day when she grow up. He can find her and then they both will marry. It was a cute thing from her. And a big thing for me.
That was the first time in years I had cried so badly and after that day I stop doing that.
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