Out Of Wreckage?

Chapter Forty Three

All my life, I was disappointed with myself.
Everything that happened with me was my own fault because I didn't take a stand for myself when I should have.
There is no point in accusing others and also not looking back now but a part of me can't help but think about it.
After I moved to this place, I realised that every moment I worked here, whether it's in the kitchen, accounts or making handicrafts, I felt like I made a contribution to the humanity.
To others. To myself.

I even learnt so much from others about themselves, their vision, the knowledge that they imparted and it was not just me.
My daughter too.

She was happy to find friends with whom she could play with.
They even attended school together.
There were rules here too but that didn't pull our freedom from us.
It was after a long time that I was contented with my life.
It's been five years since I'm moved here and I don't regret any single day of my life here.

At first, when Chacha learnt about it, he was so furious. It was really difficult for me to convince him.
Last year, when he visited me. We sat in the visitors park and talked.
He finally saw why I was happy.

Everyone here is so warm just like my own family. Our faiths are different, our upbringing and even our thoughts but that doesn't lower our respect and love for one another.
We celebrate every festival, every occasion, every birthday.
People from outside like Sameera came to meet us at times.
We had some visits from the owner too.
Mrs. Manyata Suri.
Meeting her, knowing her made me realise that life is all about chances. One just ought to grab it and make the most of it.
Her daughter-in-law, Dr. Suri visits us almost every alternate weekend for checking us on our health update.
I remember meeting her for the very first time.
It was just after we had moved here.
Everyone in her family were so warm and welcoming.

Anyway, there's some celebration at her house and we all are going to look for the arrangements. It was a request from Mrs. Suri and we are happy to help.
All of us are invited and welcomed to attend it but it's natural that many of us won't like to go between so many strangers considering our past traumas.

Bushra asked me if she could attend with all the other children and Mrs. Shirly and Mrs. Lata, our managers.

She's fascinated by the mansion that she felt as if it's to a fairy tale party.

It was the first time that she asked me for something in such a long time.
Beside there was no harm, considering how kind and caring these people are. Especially with children.

"Ammi, am I looking pretty?" She asked looking in the mirror.
It was one of the dresses that Preet stitched for her on her recently celebrated tenth birthday.

"Of course, my dear." I kissed her on top of her head.

She truly did, Mashallah!

"Ammi, why don't you come with us? I'm sure, it would be fun."

I shook my head, "I'll be bored." I winked at her whilst brushing her hair.

"I'm there to keep you company." She said almost instantly.

"No which is why I want you to go with your friends and stick together. I know my baby will behave so no concerns on that." I told her, putting her favourite hair band.

"I can stay if you don't want me to go." She asked and my heart melted with her love.

"You should go. I want my daughter to see the fairy tale mansion that she's so excited to see."

"I love you." She hugged me and I held her close.

"I love you more, my dear."

She is all grown up and mature.