Dedicated to my beloved friend bhatiageeta:))
Congrats dear on your recent achievement...May Allah grant you
goodness of both the worlds...Aameen!
A lovely,enchanting winter morning had made its way into the beautiful
town of Sundarnagar. The glorious yellow ball of Sun was partially hidden behind
a few grey clouds reducing the warmth & intensity of its radiance.Tender,scattering
rays had lit up the atmosphere. Cool,refreshing winds strolled through the town
engulfing the surroundings in their peaceful,soothing embrace as they proceeded
on their way.
The elegant white house situated in the heart of Sundarnagar,seemed to radiate
a blissful,pleasant aura ,as it was bustling with the cheerfulness and liveliness
within. It being the month of December,and the winter vacations going on,
the Bakhtiyar family had the pleasure of having some special guests.
Mr.Hussain Bakhtiyar and his son Danish,Mr.Mahmood Bakhtiyar 's family
along with the arrival of the eldest son of Mr.Israf Bakhtiyar......Arif,who lived
in Qatar.
It was around 11:30 in the morning and the women were busy in their
cooking errands in the kitchen. Out in the spacious,neatly organized hall
a little figure could be seen sitting on the floor,amidst a few stuffed toys and
dolls.Her small round face seemed quite impassive as she lazily did her task.
There was a small hair brush clasped in her soft little hand and she was engrossed
in brushing her favourite doll's hair. Some minutes passed by and eventually
she got bored of repeating the action.With a tired sigh,the little girl placed both
the brush and doll aside and stood up walking to one of the bedrooms.
It took somewhat more time and effort on her part to come out of the room
again pulling along with her a big plastic bag containing her toy kitchen set.
Again she settled on the same spot and began to retrieve her kitchen supplies
from the bag.Her big brown eyes scanned the things to check if everything
was present and when her little heart was satisfied by the survey,she put
the empty bag aside nonchalantly.
Usually whenever she saw that kitchen set it would brighten up her
mood ,make her feel happy and ecstatic .....but it wasnt the same today.
Today it saddened her little innocent heart....because today seeing those
same toys reminded her of someone.......
Someone she used to play with,......
Someone occupying a big space in her little world.....someone whom she
called her friend ,who was similar in looks,thoughts & interests to her....
Her aunt!
The disappointed neice stared down at her toys,a woeful expression covering
her small round face. She missed those days when they used to have fun together,
but now......the only question arising in her innocent mind was why her aunt
had left the house all of a sudden? Why wasn't she staying here anymore?
Her puzzled thoughts were interrupted by loud sounds of laughter coming
from the nearest bedroom.All the big guys,Danish,Aslam,Adil and also her
beloved father Arif,even Anas,were all having fun,playing games on the laptop.
She had initially been in that room,but to her it seemed no fun,rather it was
annoying as she ended up fighting with Aslam.Fuming she glared in the
direction of the bedroom.None of them had agreed to come outside and play
with her.Then there were the noises of clanking of utensils coming from the
kitchen ,followed by jokes and laughter of the women.Not even any of them
were willing to keep her company.Her fragile little heart almost Shattered at
the thought!
She had never felt so alone before.Everyone was enjoying......everyone
except her!!
A frown etched between her dark brows as she cupped her round face in
her small hands.Something she did,whenever she was angry.
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SHATTERED HEARTS
Spiritual"Dreams and expectations"...the very forces that pull you up and when you are soaring high it knocks you down so that you land back with crushed dreams and hopes just like your heart...which is Shattered to pieces! Life is like a bitter batter of br...
