ZOYA ANWAR - POINT OF VIEW:
"Ya Allah aaj main apni zindagi me ek naya mugaam hasil karne jaa rahi hun, mujhe himmat dena ke main apne iss faisle par hamesha yaqeen kar pao. Main jaanti hun ke ye thora sa ajeeb hai ke main apne faisle par yaqeen karne ki dua maang rahi hun, lekin mere Moula aap bhi jaante hai ke maine apne sare sapnon ko unke liye sacrifice giye hai, aur mujhe apne aap par naaz hai kyunki unko mujh par naaz hai, main hamesha unko haste or kush rehte hue dekhna chahti hun. Meri sari khushiya unke naam kardo. Aaj se pehle main apni zindagi apne liye jeeti thi, lekin aaj se unke liye jiyon gi. Mujhe himmat e hausla dena, mere Moula".
My hands which were up for dua landed on my lap. A tear rolled down my waterline. I wiped it away. "You have to be strong Zoya, you have to, apne liye nahi toh unke liye hi sahi. Itne dard, itni taklif sehne ke baad, mujhe unka saath mila hai, aur agar main hi us saath ko inkar karungi, toh phir sab khatam!" I consoled myself in a low voice. I got up from the prayer mat and folded it and then placed it in my cupboard.
Deciding what to wear I walked to my wardrobe opening it and guess what, itne sare dresses ko dekh kar I closed my eyes. Uurrgh itne kapdo mein ab main kaise decide karon gay mujhe kya pehna hai. Opening both wardrobes I thought "hmm university keh pehle din, what would be best to wear Pakistani traditional suit or western?, well I think it would be best to wear western on the first day". I closed the wardrobe which had traditional suits in a went back to the "western wardrobe".
After so much difficulties I chose to wear black skinny jeans with a purple top, and a black leather jacket to cover up my bare arms. I went to the bathroom to take a shower and then dressed up. Touching up my face with some makeup, I applied mascara and a thin line of eyeliner. I dried my hair and let them fall on my shoulder. I took a last glance of me in the mirror, when I was satisfied with myself and my look I went downstairs.
I went downstairs to find Mahreen waiting for me at the dining table. "Assalam e alaikum Mahreen, what have suddenly happened to you? tum itni subha subha tayar hogar a bhi gayi! huhn, what's the matter?" I asked while hugging her.
"Waalaik om asslam Zooh, kya yaar tum bhi ab jab university shuru ho hi gaya hai toh phir apni neend thori si toh sacrifice kar hi sakti hoon na main tumhare liye" she said pulling away.
"Acha toh tumhara matlab yeh hai ke tum mere liye sacrifice kar rahi ho?" I asked giving her a smirk while sitting down on the table while Aaya came with our breakfast.
"Morning Aaya" we said to her while kissing her cheek.
"Morning bacho, hamesha aise hi kush raha karo tum dono" she patted our back and we gave her our 32 teeth smile.
We ate our breakfast and went out to the car. "Morning uncle" I said and he smiled replying "morning bibi ji".
"Kya uncle main apki beti jaisi hoon, toh yeh bibi ji kehna band kariye, hume acha nahi lagta aap buzurk hai aisa acha nahi lagta" I stated and sat in the car with Mehreen.
"Nervous" Mehreen asked playing with the ring in her ring finger.
"Hum bhala kyun nervous honge?" I asked confidently and she looked up at me "yaar it's our first day bata nehi ge university kaisi hogi, wahan ke log kaise honge?" she stated.
"Mehru tumhe kya hai, tumhara toh Aahil wahin hai aur almost saare classes tumhari usi ke saath hai" I said and a smile crept the way to her lips.
"By the way it's me who are gonna be alone in all the classes, I just have two classes with you, that's not fair" I stated and she said "yaar don't worry breaks mein toh hum saath hi honge na aur wase bhi ek hi university hai, so there is no problem" she said and I nodded.
The car halted in the parking of the university, we got of after biding our bye to driver uncle.
"Hey girls" we heard a familiar manly voice behind us and we turned around to find the one and only Aahil Khan. He came to us and I shook my hand with him while replying "hi" and then he turned to Mehreen and hugged her.
"Okay guys I think I would like to take your leave, I have to attend my class in 15 minutes" I said and waved them a bye.
"Chalo ab denke ke hume business mein interest hota bhi hai ya nahi, ab yeh rasta choose kiya hai toh phir kam se kam koshish do karni hai hame" I thought while looking for classroom number 4.
"Umm excuse me" I said to a girl passing by me and stopped when she realized that I was talking to her "yes" she replied. "Well actually I was looking for classroom number 4, do you know where it is?" I asked and she smiled "yeah that's that way, you have to go straight and then take a left turn in the corner and the second door you will see is classroom number 4" she said pointing in a direction. "Thanks a lot" I said and she smiled "anytime" she replied.
I was walking in the direction the girl told me. When I took a left turn I bumped into someone and I fell down on the floor while my hand hit something hard. The next moment my hand began hurting and I could feel something warm on it. I opened my eyes and looked at my hand it was bleeding. I looked up in the direction to find a guy standing one feet away.
He came closer to me and offered me his hand. I looked at his hand and then at him. I ignored his offer and stood up, taking out a tissue from my bag I cleaned up the blood from the floor and my hand. "I am really very sorry" he spoke up. I covered the scar on my hand with another piece of paper. Picking up my bag I turned to him and another boy came and stood next to him. "Hey man are you alright?" the guy who just came asked him.
"What kind of person is he? hunh, chot de kar itna bhi nahi ke help kar de" I thought walking away to the classroom, which was beginning in a few minutes. I could feel their gaze on me. I halted in front of classroom number 4. Giving a fake smile on my lips I entered and sat down waiting for the teacher.
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