Struggles Of Life

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Anaya's POV

" Be strong. This case will bring back many unknown facts about your parents and their..." Daniyal stopped.

" Their death." I said and he nodded sighing deeply.

" I am struggling from that time. I want this to stop. They will keep things up. If we leave them still they will not leave us. I want to finish this now. I want to end this now. That's it." I said.

" Ok. If you say so." He said.

" Don't scare her, stupid." Amaira said and he chuckled.

" I am not scaring her. I am telling her the truth. She needs to know that." He said.

" I can understand that." I said.

" Hmm.. if you want then you literally can fight your own case." He said to me. " Do you want to fight your case?" He asked me.

" No. It's ok. You can fight that in behalf of me." I said. He chuckled.

" Ok. I will and I promise you if I can't win this case and get you justice I will never ever fight another case in my life ever again." He said.

" What?!! Don't say anything like that. It's your career." I said. He chuckled.

" I know that. But the thing is I will not lose this case. I know that very well." He said.

" But Mr. Rashesd is dangerous. You know that right?! Be careful." I said to him and he chuckled.

" He is not more dangerous than me, right, Sweetheart?" He asked Amaira who rolled her eyes while her eyes were still on the laptop screen.

" You have to come out of your over confidence, Mr. Fariz." She said to him and then looked at him.

" What do you think I will lose this case?" He asked her

" I don't know. I just gave you an advice. That's it." She said.

" You don't trust me?" He asked her.

" I haven't said that anyways." She said.

" Let's keep a bet." He said.

" I am not interested." She said looking at her laptop screen typing something on it.

" Easier to say that you are scared." He smirked at her. She looked at him immediately. Then chuckled.

" Mr. Fariz, you and I. We both know actually how brave I am, right?" She asked him.

" I know. But this Amaira is very new to me. Why is she scared of having a bet with me?" He said.

" Because she knows actually how stupid you are." She said to him and I chuckled. They are interesting characters.

" Hmm...ok." he said. " I will mark that point. Amaira got scared of me." He said.

" In your dream." She said.

" Something else." He said smirking at her.

" Are you really stupid or you are acting like that?" She asked him.

" I am really stupid." He said and gave me some documents then told me to sign on it.

" Don't trust him. Check it carefully." She glared at him.

" Why do I have to trap her? I have trapped someone I had to." He said winking at her and she gritted.

He left then after talking to me for awhile. I sighed deeply.

" What happened?" Cindy asked me.

" Nothing happened. Let's go. Let's talk to Grandma." I said.

" Yeah, let's go." She said.

We went to Grandma's room and knocked on the door.

" Come in." She said and we went in found her reading the news paper.

" We came to talk to you, Grandma." Cindy said.

" Yeah, sure. Come. Have a seat." She said to us.

We were taking to her and suddenly she looked at Cindy smilingly.

" Tell me something about your husband? When will he come to meet us?" She asked Cindy. Cindy smiled.

" His name is Steve. He will come to meet you all soon. May be next week." She said. " Suddenly you want to know about him?" She asked her.

" No, I was just asking. People are struggling their own ways in the world around." She said.

" Yes. If you talk about struggles then actually, Steve, me, Ann and RD we are struggling with the same thing. We don't have parents." She said and I sighed.

" I was talking to Saahil's fiancee that day." She said.

" Gina?" I asked.

" Yes. I was talking to her. Actually, I don't talk to non Muslim people. They scares me for a very personal experience. But she was very sweet. I mean it was a long time since I talk to someone who is not Muslim. But her views of life was very unique. So, I was thinking I should try." She said.

" What had Gina told you that worked like a magic?" I asked her.

" She said that the five fingers of our hands are not equal like that all people of the world is not equal there are verity. Not everyone are the same. Great people like mother Teresa, Florence Nightingale have also born in a non Muslim family. It depends on your views not all non Muslim are bad and not all Muslim are good. But for that few number of people we start to believe that they all are bad. That happened with me. I did the same thing. I forgot that them who are committing sins don't have any religion because no religion teaches you to hurt people, to kill people or to do things against humanity." She said to us and I nodded.

Gina is former Miss Universe. She wasn't crowned like that. She has the ability to convince people and influence them as well.

" Yeah, no religion teaches people to go against humanity. Who does things against humanity they actually don't have any religion. They just use the name of the religion and does things to against humanity to create a negative impression in the world about that religion." Cindy said.

" Hmm, right." Grandma said.

" Why did you have an impression like that before?" I asked her.

" I have suffered a lot in my life. That was from very childhood. I was an orphan since I was born. I have been suffering from that time. I was grown up in an orphanage. When I was young I was almost raped there but I have never ever got the justice. There are a lot of things which I really don't want to remember. These worst experience of my life made me think that people around me are monster. I came here when I was 19. That time I met Mrs. Hussain. She helped me a lot. Her sweet nature made me rethink about my life. This why I converted. I thought it will give me peace. It really did but my fear about non Muslim didn't change all these years. This is why." She said.

I sighed. I can understand her feelings. I faced things like that before as well. Struggles of life.

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