Nasreen

7 SEVEN

NASREEN

In the days where it was all bliss,the wind blew at ease in control of the weather,not too windy not too subtle,felt like it could carry you to the end of the skies without bothering about the burning sun,the days when the night sky told me stories of my ancestors,now all of it felt like a long lost dream I woke up from,not a life I lived in my existing physical form.
Many a time,it was always a joyous atmosphere around the house,largely full of celebration for every minor achievement,birthday's on a good day filled with lots of natural light and cheers held in the most extravagant way possible,all for a single young lady and she was me.

Come to think of it,would I have ever imagined waking up to a life so different even though it was too good to true? no; NEVER.
"How could one?"

Such a naïve little girl I was,but father made sure I was more than that,he showed me the life people lived outside mine, taught me to be grateful for everything that I had.

His teachings always paved so many good ways in me, made me wiser I almost could say I never grew up with my age,if that makes sense.
I was always ahead of it,people often underestimated me but I never blamed them,back then I was a very shy and slander girl, who only spoke when necessary but observed deeply,that made me notice a lot of things people think others fail to be aware of.

Those are all part of Maama's traits,she used to be a reserved child but very intelligent.

They had an arranged marrige with Baba,he always told me communication was tough with her at first,the first day he saw her she barely spoke more that ten words to him,so there and then he learned he had to be patient.                                                                                                                                      As for him,that made him more interested and curious,he was drawn to it and had to come back to hear more of her.
They had a one in a million love as I liked to call it,it was beautiful up till the end,they often made me shy with certain gestures they portrayed.

Physically I was a complete repilca of him,from his long nose,slight plump lips almost red,those perfect set of teeth and the most pure white doe eyes with a deep hazel color,to his honey brown skin and silky soft hair.

I couldn't be more happier,I was both of them in one.

To say I missed him would be a minimization of half of what I felt and how I feel,he was a part of me no one can replace; then it was like losing my favourite toy forever but now it felt like a portion of my heart was missing for good.

Worst of it all,I wasn't even allowed at his funeral,"I never said goodbye."

"Nareen! Earths to you! " I suddenly heard Maama's voice getting louder.
She was standing in front of me snapping her fingers.
"Where did my daughter go to this time? " I heard her say.

Snapping out of it she took a sharp intake of breath.

Maama,when did you get here?
"Some minutes ago and Nayrah told me you were home but here you are looking troubled,everything alright sweetheart? "She asked her voice laced with concern.
Not exactly" I mumbled looking down,that made her sit down close to me.
I placed my head on her shoulder while she intertwined our fingers;talk to me she said again after much silence,that was her way of showing me it's okay to tell her anything,even if it's hard to say.

Nasreen thought about when she first got the job,after she left that awful house where she was badly mistreated,it took her months to recover from it,to this morning everything was fine until the incident.