Dedicated to my beloved brother,the real life Anas Bakhtiyar who was
a great help in writing this chapter as there was too much problem with Wattpad
which Alhamdulillah he helped me get through.JazakAllah khayr bro!! :))
Love both of you very much...the best brothers ever!!!The ever busy and glamorous city of Mumbai was bustling with liveliness as it was late in the evening when the school & office hours were over and people were rushing to be back in the tranquil of their homes , tired by their
hectic schedule! Local trains & buses crowded with people sped through the
city ,not bothering to halt for any poor being who arrived even a minute late &
missed the chance of reaching home a bit earlier!!Numerous vehicles made their
way through the busy streets,honking mercilessly & speeding down the roads
least bothered about the happenings around.Pedestrians pushed past each other,
no one stopping to even acknowlege the familiar faces let alone total strangers!!!In one such overcrowded bus,a young hijabi girl was travelling back home from
work.The vehicle was so jammed with people that she hardly had space to stand ,her
petite frame literally compressed in between the huge mass of passengers surrounding
her.She tried to peek from above the shoulders of the tall men trying to take a glance
to see if her stop was near but her small frame and the crowded atmosphere proved
to be a hurdle in her way.Sighing defeatedly she asked a fellow passenger where
they had reached and hastily tried to make her way out of the crowd when the
passenger informed her that the bus stop she wanted to get down at was almost
there.Her hijab was messed badly as she forcibly shoved a guy who was blocking
her way deliberately near the door.No sooner had the bus halted ,she got down
hastily ,balancing her belongings with much difficulty!!Heaving a sigh of relief she stood on the side of the road watching the
bus resume its journey leaving a cloud of smoke behind. The polluted air and
dust made her cough as her throat ached badly.After composing herself she
continued her way,her usual pleasant smile slowly reforming on her lips.
The day had been hectic ,aside from the obviously tiring bus travelling her
job as a teacher was very exhausting! This busy life, filled with stress in a metropolitan
city wasnt something she wanted....but again it isn't a matter of choice!!She loved & dreamt of a life in the midst of beautiful nature,evergreen
surroundings instead of this polluted air,crowded roads and people who despite
relations or acquaintances were strangers to each other!! She would rather live
in a quiet peaceful quaint home surrounded by lush green land with a special someone
who actually cared for her then living in this metropolis with loads of people who
werent even aware of her existence..!!!
But that's what life is all about ...coz it isn't going according to our
plans and wishes but according to His plans and He is indeed the best of
planners!! This belief always assured her...keeping the smile on her face
intact despite everything .And she was grateful,that at least she had
a family, a job ,and most important thing ....she had HasbiAllah!!Smiling she fixed her hijab a bit and straightened her full sleeved top
that was messed during the travel.A few guys were standing near the bus stop
whistling and checking out every passing girl including herself.She ignored them
as usual resisting the urge to punch their blessed faces.These were everyday disturbances along with other hardships she had to
endure in life.Have Sabrun jameel........her mind reminded!!
Keeping her head down she hurriedly walked towards her destination &
eventually reached the gates of the tall apartment she lived in. Some little kids
from her building were playing in the compound enjoying their carefree life.
She smiled and waved at them,stopping for a few minutes and joining in their
game. Sometimes she would even bring chocolates for them like she had brought
them now.The kids gave her huge innocent smiles and it felt really good to
be with them,for children are the essence of the little leftover innocence
in this cruel world !!
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