Assalam o alaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuhu-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"A mother is a walking miracle"
chapter-1
Sleeping like a log in the room lying diagonally in the small queen sized bed, snuggling in pillow hugging it tightly with long brown curly hair totally messed up and face hidden in the pillow while the room was all dipped in the dark the only sound in dark room was the tick tick of clock or her snoring.
She was getting a peaceful sleep after long two weeks of her internals .....her back to back assignments tests and presentations had literally pissed her off.
She was finally over with her assessment exams and was given Friday off as Saturday and Sunday were already.
The clock was striking 10:30 am and here sleepy head Wania was still sleeping. She was much tired because of her hectic routine since two weeks which felt like year for her. She even missed her fajar salah when her mother came to wake her up she knocked for seven times and got no response.
With the eighth knock on the door she whispered "I'm waking up mum"but as she left the door she again went to her deepest slumber.
At 10:45 am her mother again came to wake her up,knocking the door she called out her name lovingly but no response. She again called out her name and this time she heard a sleepy voice from inside which made her smile lightly, saying "come inside only mum".
She opened the door and went inside . She had a quick glance of her room and started blabbering "Ya Allah! what will happen with this girl?....... My poor son in law is going to have such a clumsy wife....O Allah have some mercy over me and my son in law....."she said while picking her dupatta from sofa, her socks from her study table, sweater from floor and few hair bands lying mercilessly near bathroom mat. Her whole room was totally messed up. Everything her books, her bag, her clothes, empty water bottle everything was lying here and there .
Picking up a few things and after putting them in their respective places she went to her and sat besides her ....As she sat Wania put her head in her lap and whispered in her extra sugar coated voice "Assalam o alaikum....good morning gorgeous" putting stress on every word making her mother's anger flew away.
She started running fingers in her hair replying to her greetings"Walaikumassalam...good morning my child" Wania smiled looking at her mother.
"Still tired and sleepy?"she asked lovingly "nah! I'm fine now "she said in her sleepy voice suppressing a yawn, making her mother giggle.
"Yess I can see that...Well! get up quickly...I'm going to prepare breakfast for you. Come on! Wake up!" she said while leaving her room.
Wania put her head in the pillow once again but then woke up with a jerk, stretching her arms she mumbled under breath"it's not working Wania. Darling! You will have to wake up now" saying she get herself freshen up and went to her wardrobe to select a dress.
She took a beautiful black and golden Cotton Satin knee length shirt with a black trousers of cotton fabric and Cotton net dupatta. She quickly slipped in her dress after taking a quick warm bath and made her way downstairs.
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