Note : 2 yrs later
Their smile shall never fade, Their spirit shall never perish~ Aliyah Ali.
....Aliyah's POV...
I was in a room that was decorated with black and red theme, quite beautiful to look at. I was waiting for Mr Sahil khan, the manager of non- profit organisation named "Giving Hands" . The main aim of meeting him is to get some guidance for the NGO program i was planning ahead. Mr sahil khan was my father's friend's of friend. Many things were running in my mind when the secretary asked me something that i didn't paid attention.
"sorry i didn't listened to you" i said sheepishly.
"Mr sahil khan wants to meet you" she said politely with a smile that made a dimple on one of her cheek.
"Thank you" i said. and pushed the button in the wheelie buddy that would make it turn around.
"May I help you ?" she asked.
"Umm.. I am quite experienced" i said grinning and turning around facing her, as my wheel chair was on its way towards Mr sahil's room.
" That's really nice" she said quite astonished yet smiling.
My mind wandered to those college days where i used to get annoyed when someone pity me. But now i was changed, i realised that some people pity on looking at disabled persons just because they care, its nothing hypocrisy in that.
I reached Mr sahil's room and took a deep breath and slightly knocked.
"yes, come in" came a strong manly voice.
I pushed the door, and made my way inside.
"If i am not wrong , Are you Miss Aliyah?" he asked uncertainly. he was in his 40's, may be reaching 50 soon, his grey hair says that. he was wearing a black suit with sky blue colored shirt underneath. He looked very much confident and a loyal person. where as my confidence sank in the flowing waters.
"Good evening sir, I am pleased to inform you that you are right" i managed to say quite confidently. Thank god my confidence was not that bad, though my hands were quite sweaty, as if i had to give a viva exam.
"Good evening.. so how can i help you miss Ali? Its really good initiative by you" he said emphasising the word 'You' that means 'I' a disabled one , who needs others to help me. But only thing that motivated me was my irresistible desire to see disabled persons live their happy life, not a miserable one.
"I would be glad if you help me.
I wan to know the information as to rules and regulations for creating a NGO. ""Firstly you need to have a governing body that will take care of financial management, human resources, that will look after the NGO and be a part of it". he said.
I mentally thought about all those persons that would be helping me with that stuff.
"And then you need to register with the government by laws and certain rules and regulations . And then you have to select the name , address for your Non-profit organisation(NGO). "
he sipped water from the glass that was placed on the table.
"They will provide you a memorandum that will have all the details as such. and also you need to have the details like objectives of your NGO , that would be in the memorandum." he explained very clearly that every word he said, was making sense and Alhumdulillah it looked easy to initiate it."Thankyou sir, My main aim is that the disabled children should be given their piece of enjoyment" i said deep in thought.
"your aim seems like unrealistic , but don't worry, i have seen many such un real dreams that shatter the imaginary negative beliefs and make it happen" he said , smiling with a sense of confidence.
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