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There is no force more powerful than a woman determined to rise!!
Be the powerful lady who and what you want to be!!
Enjoy the story of a pakisthani girl.. Explore whether she could attain her mom's desire...
I was very busy with the preperations for The Grand Fest 2020 which is gonna hold up on tomorrow at Park Hayat,Dubai.Executor asked me to make the program more colourful.so,Iam just half-dead with all these stuffs.Inshortly,I didnt eat anything or take a bit of rest for last 12 hours.Really kinda fed up. The doorbell cut off my thoughts. Somehow I did put up my head and opened the door... Ya..it was my annoying executor, Azad-ibn-Salim.... He greated me with a great smile and without a word got into my room. While he was sitting on the sofa,my eyes were fitted towards the cover which was in his hands... Now,you can easily get what I meant. As Iam starving,even cant go to kitchen for it is waste of time'n'energy. So..I was expecting something to swollow... He slowly opened the cover.To make his attention away from my greedy look I decided to speak something.... "And sir,how are our program's outfits all going?Have you found all the award winners...?" He looked at me to answer my interrogations... "Ya..I have got some..All the works are going on well..But Im sure that you might have forgotten to inform the heroine award-winner about our program .." Yes..always I use to forget those important fucking matters..with a skittish face I pardoned.. "Sorry Sir,I will surely..." "No probs..Mr.Yahya Reheb..these things are usual on you..." Really they are...I accepted it because Forgetness is the holy blessing from the lord!! He handed me the cover and said- "Im well known of you Yahya..you will never take any else works than this program preps..So..as its me who made you in trouble,I should provide you with all sort of things..." My lips played a wide and sheepish smile...but when I peeped into it..Subhanallah..a pack of biscuit and a bottle mineral water..my eyes got darkened..What a miser he is...!! I galloped every single bit within minutes... The very next I picked up her number and dialed..After few rings I heard a malevoice may be her husband "Helo..Is this Farooki manor?" A reply came within... "Haan kaun hei?" Is that some other language..May be.. I could not hear anything clearly because of low coverage area here.. He broke the silence and asked loud ,to someone else out of phone.. "Beti..kuch or thujse milna hei..." Then a female tone replied.."kaun hei baapu..muje phon de do" "muje patha nahi...." Ooh...so that was her pop..after that chaotic condition a calm voice came out..."Helo..Who is this?I didnt get" "So here you are..Mrs Inaaya Zafar Farooki...the Head Mistress of Hadiya International University,Pakistan.You are being selected for the Heroine award..Congrats.." Ya,I know..I made her puzzled.. "Sorry Sir,have you said that Im the winner?but i couldnt believe it!!Alhamdulillahh!!....." "Yes maam,you deserve it.For being brave and bold...and you may have a great history behind..right?I had sent an email,you could get all other information from that...venue and all.. So..be ready..Inshallah,next week..." "Inshallah sir,thanks alot for your consideration..and yes I had a long life-pattern to reach to this possition..Alhamdulillah...Allah is great!..Balochistan Compulsary Act-2014 was a turning point of my life.." As Im very fond of writing real stories,I told her to narrate the entire track of her life.. 20th may was the watershed for me and that woman...at early morning sharp 5:30,I had woke up..went off to park hayat which is 20 km away from my room... The early morning breeze greeted me through the opened glassesof my car.. My executor was waiting for me at the very entry itself..he greeted me by salaam..both of us took seats on the stage..Azad sir is the president and Im the chairman of Emirates Red Crescent Org. We had also invited our Chief Guest,Mr Ibrahim- Lieutnant,Pakistan Armed Force... I had got to know that he will reach late so that program will lag... My eyes searched for the heroine.. I lied to Azad that I want to go to washroom and just scooped... A beautiful young lady with blue eyes wearing a white salwar kameez marched towards me...with her was a little girl...
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"Hello sir,nice to meet you!!so,I guess you were the one who called me last day..I had seen your profile picture on whatsup.. you are more handsome in that than real..." When she said it with winking eyes,she never left her smart look..anyone could poetrically frame out her character...being very friendly and openminded... By seeing her tough stamping of foots and rough way of speaking,I measured her strength being a courageous woman... "Can we move to the cafe near to this park?" She agreed a 'yup' go my suggestion.. The waiter of Hotel Imarat came with a coffee and a tea...his eyes unknowingly went to Inaaya..she widened her's and that poor man really got numbed! Haha... "you are really a monster.." After a mild laugh she said- "Soo..you wanna hear me from head till tail...sorry if you get disillusioned.. I was born in Chagai,district of Pakistan..to a poor family 'the farooki To be the daughter of a fauji-typed gentle man,Mr.Zafar khan farooki.. And as a sister of elder one Anara zafar farooki and younger one Thahir zafar farooki...." With a kiddish laugh I said-"farooki farooki farooki everywhere..." She raised an eyebrow at me.. "Are you moking my family name?" "Oh... no...never..." she continued.....
