To Live The Day

Chapter 1

بِسْمِ ٱللّٰهِ ٱلرَّحْمَٰنِ ٱلرَّحِيم

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There were two big cars in the porch when I came back from the walk. I knew who those cars belonged to and I was disappointed to see them. Those cars shouldn't have been here at least not so early.

They shouldn't have been here for at least two more months.

Anyways my morning was already ruined and my only hope was it wouldn't get worse. I looked up at the sky.

"Allah? Please please please I don't want to meet him. Please let him just leave without remembering me."

But that wasn't really possible because I was the reason he came here at all.

"Shirin?" I heard Bisma Aunty calling for me as I attempted to go upstairs quietly. Of course I wasn't going to be lucky. I came back down and went to the kitchen.

"Your Grandfather is here." Without turning back to me, my Aunty told me the known news.

"I know."

Bisma Aunty looked back at me. "So go and meet him."

I looked at her with pleading eyes. "Why is he here anyways? Was he not supposed to come in September?"

"I do not know. He did not tell us. He simply asked for you."

"Simply asked for me?" I looked skeptically, "Why? He can't have been missing me." I saw the look my Aunt was giving me and shrugged, "It is not like he loves me or anything we all know that."

"Shirin just go." My Aunt got irritated.

"Ok." I gave up.

I walked towards the drawing room. I could hear Uncle Abeck talking with my Grandfather, Aga Jan that's what everyone called him even me not that I had to address him often just once every six months if it was absolutely necessary.

I walked inside. "Assalam u Alaikum Aga Jan." I kissed his hand as I had been taught and awaited further instructions.

"Sit down." His voice was as always.  Deep. Cold and Distant. I loved him once but we all grow up but I can safely say those feelings were not mutual. Anyways I listened to him and sat down on the empty sofa.

"How are you?"

"Good."

"How are your studies?"

"Good."

"Good." He nodded. "Anything you need?"

"No."

Same old questions he asked me every six months. I still could not understand why he was here in the first place and I knew better than to ask why. I was not supposed to question him since he was an elder but I am sure no one is allowed to question him on anything no matter what their age is.

"Your father is not well."

I looked up at him in surprise. This was the first time he had spoken to me about my father or anyone spoke to me about anything at all.

"Not well?" I did not know how to react. What was I supposed to say? I did not know my father and the only thing he probably knew about me was that I was alive somewhere in the world.

"Yes." He whispered. "Nothing to worry about."

If it was nothing to worry about he wouldn't talk to me about it in the first place. I did not know what he wanted now from me. Was he going to take me to my father? I don't know? Will I go? I don't know. Did I want to go? I did not know that either.

"I just felt like I should tell you that is it."

"Okay?" I looked at my Uncle. He was looking a little sad.

"I am leaving."

What? He said a sentence to me and then he is leaving. But it is not like I expect any other this from him anyways.

I got up and went with my Uncle to see him to the door. As the cars pulled out my Uncle looked at me and patted my shoulder.

"I am sure it's nothing. he will be alright." His voice was soothing.

I still didn't know what to feel. I shrugged anyways. "What's it to me?"

He looked at me sadly then nodded. "Okay let's go in. I am so hungry. BISMA?"

I looked once at where my Grandfather had left then followed my Uncle inside.

Hassan and Hassam were already on the table. My brothers. Not really my brothers. They are my Uncle and Aunt's children and I am kind of their adopted child. The child Aga Jan pays them to raise. Why? Because his ego was worth more than my life.

Anyways I was happy where I was. I had a loving family and I lived a good, free life and I did not meet Aga Jan often but something told me I had a better life than the rest of my family. Family I never met. Every cloud has a silver lining.

I immediately finished my breakfast and hurried off to college I was already very late and I was in the middle of some very important exams.

Throughout the day my thoughts were fixated on one thing. My father was ill. I tried very hard not to think about it. I mean why should it matter to me? But I just could not shake off the thought. Okay he is my father but I did not know how to act or feel about any of it.

As more and more days passed the thoughts finally slipped my mind and I again focused on my studies. I gave my University Entrance Exam and although the University was halfway across the country I was willing to go there.

Though Bisma Aunt said Aga Jan might not allow it apparently people in my family are not much on education. There is no shortage of money in my family. My Grandfather's family had been one of the richest in the country for decades so they did not need to bother with things normal people bothered with.

I did not grow up with them and I would rather be six feet under than to depend on any of them. So I was determined to go the University. 

I finally received the good news. Semester was going to start in September there was still a month and a half left till then. I started all the preparations that very day and almost all was done by the evening. I was so tired I just threw my bag on the bed and threw myself down with it.

Someone was shaking me.

"Shirin? Wake up love. Shirin?" it was Bisma Aunt.

I rubbed my eyes and got up. "I was so tired I must have dozed off."

"I know." Her voice was unusually quiet. I looked at her. She looked almost sad.

"What happened? Is everything alright?"

I was getting a little worried myself now.

"Shirin?"

"Yes?" I asked softly.

"We have to go to your home."

I was confused. "Aren't we home already?" I asked.

She shook her head. " No I mean we have to go to YOUR home."

"My home?" I suddenly realized what she meant. "Why? Is it about my university? Becau-"

"No," she cut me off. "It's not that."

"Then?" I asked even though I knew the answer.

"Your Father. He died."

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