Everyone faces the essence of first love; the love of childhood. The innocent age at which the meaning of love is unknown, the circumstances are unknown, you don't care of the future.....rather live in a fantasy. But nature has to give you lessons a...
I finally recieved the keychain that we, me and Amal, ordered online almost a week ago. Amal showed it to me over internet and asked me to buy it so that it would always remind me of her. Silly girl, did she expect me to forget her in the first place?
It was a plain metallic 'warrior' calligraphed keychain, already very close to my heart. This word had a great significance for me. It was the reason i was walking on my own feet today. It was the reason i was LIVING. And i couldn't be more thankful to Amal for being my wall, my support. This warrior was not a warrior without her.
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Steadily, as my attention diverted to Amal, i noticed that she had been kind of missing for some days. We used to talk daily, infact almost all the time but some previous days were so dry and incomplete without her. I had been busy in guests who were coming to see me since i almost recovered so i assumed she would have been busy in her things as well.
I was in my own fantacy-world, standing by the window when the door opened and i saw my mother coming toward me with shiny bright eyes.
"Good news", she seemed excited which made me more than just curious. Watching me frown, she announced, "We're going to Pakistan"
My energy level went from minus to infinity a little too quick. I couldn't decide if i heard it wrong or was i still in my fantacy world? "What? Really Mama?", I hugged her instantly and continued, "I love you so much"
I was still joyously hidden between her arms when Bisma slowly entered the room behind mama with unexpected expressions. Her eyes were moistened and were trying to communicate. Before i could depart from the serene hug and ask her what was wrong, mama spoke, "Afterall we're invited from both sides. Why wouldn't we go?"
I departed and gave a confused look, to which mama spoke with excitement and love, "What? You don't know? It's Adnan's wedding in 2 weeks"
Okay wow i wasn't expecting this but anyways who cared who's wedding it was? All i knew was that i found a new excuse to go meet my Amal. Couldn't thank Allah enough!
"Oh okay. Great", i honestly sounded least excited for Adnan's wedding and more to meet HER. Looking back at Bisma, i asked carelessly, "What happened to you? Dont tell me you and Rafay fought again. I'm so done with you both"
To my surprise, she left the room without saying anything when mama gathered my attention again, "Wont you ask whom he's getting married to?" "Why would i care?", Adnan was obviously not one of the topics i wanted to discuss right now. I was going to Pakistan and the day-dreaming was already started.
"Oh you idiot", she slapped my shoulder and continued, "Cmon guess okay. Hint hint, you can say she's your best friend, very close to you"
"Mama. I DO NOT have a girl best friend", i frowned until something hit my mind and that frown converted to anger, "Wait. Is she Bisma? Was this the reason she looked sad? I swear i'm NOT lettin...."
