"When two shattered souls collided, the pieces of their hearts intertwined. Hamna, scarred by her father's neglect, and Arham, wounded by his mother's abandonment, found each other in the darkness. Together, they dared to hope: could their brokennes...
"Boondoun nay mere chehre pe apna sayaabanaya, Mere dukh ki yaad dila di mere dil ko" ______________________________________
Hamna gazed out the window of her small apartment , her eyes tracing the raindrops beating against the glass in a musical , melancholic symphony . The grey sky stretched out before her , a canvas of somber hues that seemed to match her mood. Below, the city streets of Toronto gleamed like a wet canvas , the towering skyscrapers of the financial district rising up like giants. The neon lights of Chinatown reflected off the wet pavement , casting a colorful glow over the deserted streets .
She stood there, clad in black sweatpants and a vibrant purple sweater, her dark black hair cascading down to her shoulders in loose, untied waves, framing her face, which glowed with a rosy hue from the cold weather. There was something about the sound of rain that sent pangs through her chest, listening to the sound of raindrops hitting the glass , urge to feel them , to see them , overwhelming her. She had been in Canada for a few weeks now . As she stood there, lost in though, her mind wandered back to her childhood in Pakistan. Memories of her mother, who had passed away when Hamna was just a little girl, flooded her mind. Her father's subsequent remarriage to a woman who had never quite accepted her as her own had made life difficult for Hamna.
She was all alone in the room, in her life. But she had persevered, determined to make a better life for herself. And now here she was, on a scholarship in Canada, chasing her dreams. As she turned away from the window, her eyes fell on a photo of her mother, which she had brought with her from Pakistan. She smiled, feeling a sense of connection to the woman who had always believed in her. With newfound determination, Hamna turned back to the window, her eyes scanning the rain-soaked city.
Just as Hamna's thoughts were drifting further into the past ,her chain of thoughts was broken by the banter of her friends who were arguing over the characters of Urdu novels, "MINHAJ is the best villain , hands down!" Huda exclaimed. "bhaee donoun hee best villain hain" ,Hamna chimed in.
Zara grinned mischievously , "Dekha Huda, Hamna bhi Meray Sath hay" Huda rolled her eyes. mujhay Hashim zyada captivating lgta hay . Hamna laughed , "donoun hee apni jaga pr best Hain" .
The three friends continued discussing their favorite Urdu novel characters , their conversation flowing easily from one topic to another. Hamna felt grateful for these moments of light-heartedness, a respite from her own thoughts.
. . . . . . ASSALAMUALAIKUM BEAUTIFUL READERS 🥹 HOW WAS THE FIRST CHAPTER? THE JOURNEY HAS JUST BEGUN! WHAT DID YOU THINK OF THE FIRST CHAPTER? DID THE STORY CAPTURE YOUR ATTENTION? ARE U EAGER TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS NEXT? PLEASE SHARE YOUR THOUGHTS, FEEDBACK, AND SUGGESTIONS WITH ME. UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN IN THE NEXT CHAPTER "ALLAH HAFIZ"✨
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