Her Story:)

Aliya

A beautiful 18 year old girl.
Should we call her a woman?
I prefer a girl.
So, a beautiful eighteen year old girl, with dark brown eyes which were at the moment swollen and full of tears. Those salty drops of water ran down her cheeks, making stains and then those stains are restained again when another salty drop of water  uses the same path to roll down i.e through her smooth mochi like cheeks.
She doesn't say a thing. Just stands there, and looking forward to who knows where.
Then a hand comes up to her cheeks and wipes her tears, how she wishes it would be a hand of a comforter, of a lover, of a friend, of a known or unknown human, but NO. It happens everytime she cries. Its alone. Its Dark.
That hand belonged to herself, small, tiny and very little hands, yeah that's what Aliya hears about her hands, but are two six inches hand actually small..? do tell me.
Nails not that pretty, cuz she had a habit of chewing them when she was young, it took Aliya alot of scoldings from her Amma(mom) and of course the people;
"Don't you get food to eat that you eat your nails..?!? Huh..?"
"You don't like nailpolish or what..? Why the hell do u eat your nails..?!"
to let go of her habit. Till now people remind her of her sin of eating nails.
When she was wiping her uncountable tears she heard sounds of footsteps approaching.
She quickly put on her gorgeous smile and staring humming.
"What are you doing here.?" Her sister Amina asked.
"Nothing just admiring my three stars." Aliya replied forgetting about everything and just focusing on how to make her go away from her only peaceful and the most favourite corner of her house.
"Ughh you and your stars" she took her garments which she kept in the morning to dry and left while making a comment.
"Pagal" pagal=stupid
Aliya had six sisters and one brother, a huge  chaotic, funny, tension-less sibling squad. She was the eldest and the very first daughter and child of Malik's youngest son Aslam Malik.