This story takes place in Sindh, Pakistan. Pakistan is a country which is a modern metroplis, but it is still a conservative or moderate society depending in the place you are. In the province of Sindh, Pakistan there are feudal landowners who are c...
"Hold the gun like this and shoot straight toward the target. Keep your eyes on the target and pull the trigger, remember it's only a split second between the you deciding to pull the trigger or not...that split second makes all the difference," said Shehraan Jehangir Mugheri, the eldest son of the politician and landowner Shehryar Jehangir Mugheri. He was demonstrating to his brothers and cousins on how to shoot a gun properly. They were at the farm close to their mother's village doing long-range shooting.
The six young men were all shooting repeating rounds when they all heard the approaching footsteps. "Let me show you how to do long-range shooting the proper way." Coming down the pathway was a beautiful girl with beautiful blonde hair and clear blue eyes, her eyes were an electric, cerulean blue. She was a wearing a blue and white shalwar khamiz with black heels as she approached the guys in the open courtyard.
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She smiled at her cousins and looked at Sherzad who smiled at her and passed the gun to her. She smiled at her cousins and said, "Now watch me boys, this is how you truly shoot."
She aimed for the farthest target and was able to shoot the bullet at the bulls eye in just one try.
"Thank you Sherzad bhai, thank you for letting me try," said Firouza as she looked at her cousin and smiled who nodded at her with a smile.
With that she turned away from the assembled guys to walk toward the rooms when her cousin Shayaan called her, "Firouza where are you going? Don't you want to do target practice with us?"
"Well I just returned from a shopping trip with Chachi and the khalas. I will relax for a bit and pray Zuhr, then join you guys."
Shehrzad looked at the young men assembled and gave them directions to keep practicing and he went up to follow his cousin, who he found had changed into a simple white shalwar khamiz and was praying Zuhr. He wanted to talk about something, but he decided that he would address the issue later with her. He returned back to the guys in the front courtyard when he saw the approaching young boy who excitedly yelled, "The mail is here Bhai! Bhai! The mail is here! That means Appi's admission letter might be here!"
Shehrzad smiled as he picked up the young boy and spun him around. "What letter Saad?"
"Appi's letter from the college! You know she said she might be accepted!" Shehrzad smiled at Saad and nodded, he knew how excited Firouza would be to get news of the admission letter. Firouza was seventeen years old right now, and was expecting to hear back from the Army Medical College for admission. Firouza wanted to be a doctor so badly, and she wished to be a part of Pakistan Army like her father, who she did not remember much because her father had sacrificed his life as a shaheed, and she did not know about her father's life, and his death was shrouded in mystery, but the news the family received was that he was shaheed and he had a funeral with all the military honors and regalia. Firouza had been about ten years old when she had come to Pakistan before she moved here permanently when she was twelve years old. The story of how her parents met was an interesting story. Firouza's father had gone to Russia as a student where he met Firouza's mother Anastasia who had come from the United States to visit her grandparents. They fell in love and got married thereafter after Anastasia converted to Islam, Anastasia had family who were Tatar Muslims, so she was aware of Islam whereas she herself was not Muslim. When Anastasia was pregnant, she returned with her husband to Pakistan where Firouza was born. Anastasia's father had died a few years after as a Shaheed in the Russian army and Anastasia had returned to Russia to be closer to her family and lived in the United States for a while where she herself had been born. When she had been able to establish herself as a successful neurosurgeon, she returned to Pakistan with her daughter. She left her daughter with her in-laws and joined the program Doctors Without Borders and traveled the world to help people. She also started a foundation in the memory of her father and husband for research in the sciences and disease, and started a pharmaceutical company that was now well-recognized by many in the world and helped to distribute medicine to people who needed it the most at affordable prices. She traveled a lot to speak and take part in various conferences and ran the foundation, the pharmaceutical corporation which was now a multinational corporation and one of the largest pharmaceuticals of Asia, and she was helping open clinics and hospitals across Pakistan and elsewhere where they were required. She was travelling now and came to visit Firouza often. Firouza had been living with her father's family since she turned thirteen, and her dream was to follow in her father's footsteps and to join the army as a doctor, because she wished to help others like her parents did.
