Mastoorah
It had been a while since I started living at Aunt Hania's brother's house. The initial isolation I was feeling began more intense as I was breathing in the same environment where my mother took her last one. The place where she was murdered brutally. Sometimes I felt hate, sometimes I got angry and sometimes I felt nothing.
Absolutely blank. Like a white new canvas.
At times, I got a strong urge to find the culprit of my mother. That person was the reason I had no relation now despite having so many already. I became who I am today because of him. Sometimes I wondered about my father. Where would he be? Did he already die? Or if he was alive then did he know about me? Did he have any idea he had a daughter and his wife got killed? However, why didn't he hunt after the murderer and catch him? Maybe he really left the word.
Aliha was a sweet, polite, and nice girl. She always found chances to get closer to me, talk to me, play with me, and eat with me. Maybe her mother Aunt Javaria had asked her to do so but nevertheless, I felt too distracted to understand all the love I was getting here. My nights had been filled with nightmares. My days were passing with weird and odd memories which I never saw with my eyes.
It was a good day. I woke up from my sleep when I listened to the melodious sound of azan. I quickly went inside the washroom and conducted wudhu. As I performed my morning prayer, I respectfully held the Quran Pak and came into the garden.
I was at my fifteen para back in the USA. It had been two weeks since I was in Pakistan. But due to all of my emotional turmoil, I wasn't very much keen on my prayers. I recalled skipping many prayers because sometimes I didn't feel like it, sometimes my head was hurting and one day I had a fever. I suddenly felt furious at myself for being this ignorant.
Allah SWT had given me everything. If HE had taken away my blood relations from me, then HE had blessed me with people Aunt Hania, Uncle Murtaza, and now Aunt Javaria and Uncle Zaryab. Perhaps I would have died if Aunt Hania hadn't have rescued me. And I was becoming thankless because of my own issues.
I asked for forgiveness from Allah SWT. That wasn't what should be done.
That evening, Aunt Javaria had asked me to get ready because she and Uncle Zaryab were taking all the children for an outing. It was me, Aliha, Nayab, and Nail; Aunt Hania's kids who were in the back seat. While her own little son Arez was sitting in her lap.
Seeing the roads had again triggered my panic. My mother. You shouldn't have left me like this. I didn't even know what was your name. Please come to my dream and let me know it. Please come to my dream and hug me so that I can find some relief.
"Mastoorah, dear. Are you enjoying?" Aunt Javaria asked.
I smiled. "Yes, Aunt. Thanks for bringing me with you too."
When we reached a cafeteria, we were welcomed by another Uncle, Aunt, and their children. Maybe they were related to Aunt Javaria as she hugged the other Aunt with so much love. Then I got to know that she was her sister. Aunt Ajwa and her husband Uncle Faris.
"Aww, who is this cute child? What's your name, baby?" Aunt Ajwa sat down to my level and caressed my cheek.
"Mastoorah," I replied, feeling jammed up all of a sudden again due to all the attention that fell on me.
"What a lovely name for a lovely girl like you." She kissed my cheek.
"Mastoorah. This means modest and covered. What a nice name Masha Allah," Uncle Faris murmured with a smile.
And when I looked at him, I suddenly sensed a bad taste in my mouth and my breath got stuck in my throat. That was very unusual. I didn't know what was happening. Why looking at a stranger, my fear was activating once again?
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