Boston, 1989
The night settles over Boston, transforming the city into a tapestry of shadows and silhouettes. The streets are bathed in a soft, amber glow of streetlamps. Cold winds blow through the crowded streets of the city. Everyone around carries a story of their own, a unique story. Each individual is so different from the other, still, stuck in the same loop of life. Aziza's life is no different. Coming to Boston from a small town in Pakistan, without any support. She does have a very unique story full of struggles and dedication.
Aziza is a 37-year-old living in her small apartment in Boston. She works as a senior content writer for one of the leading magazines in Boston. She has been living in Boston for the past few years of her life and her life has been easy and good, to say the least.
She did face a lot of hardships in the past but continued to work hard and this life she has today is the result of her hard work and dedication. Aziza takes a lot of pride in who she is today. She is respected and reputed at her job. She has a bunch of good friends who stood by her through the phases of her life.
Aziza loves the lifestyle that she has built for herself. However, she sometimes misses what she left behind, her daughter. The calm to her chaos. She regrets leaving her behind in that hell hole, but she had no choice and later, she had no way.
This is the story of Aziza. Her hardships, her regrets and her choices.
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