8: My invincible dicission

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"Didi, where is my lunch box?" hurriedly howled loud while hanging one-hand-torn bag onto the shoulder. When I gazed at her dull face, it was vexed totally hiding any bitter truth.
I eyed Anara di with a question mark. She gave me a wrecked smile and said in a declaring tone "Inaaya Zafar Farooki, studying in a high-level schools, dreaming to be an authentic woman, should have to sink deep into endurance due to the decree.is it?" That words startled me.
" kuch nahi khane keliye? " ( Nothing to eat? )
For that she barely shook her head most irritatedly that even falling drops shattered on to floor. My eyes felt thirst of water in it,but this rock-hearted girl have already clung into bitterness of life and the necessity of acceptance.

I nodded in return and left with herds of thoughts revolving directionless inside.

If my siblings and my father are starving today only for my sake,Insha Allah , for sure one day cause of the same my sake they will conquer the fruits of happiness.

While walking I felt there are still more miles to go to reach school. Yes, it happens '. when you are distraught, the path to reach the goal will be longer and risky. But when you draw more efforts more sweeter the result becomes.

The classes were not mere boring as I was only concentrating to the studies, rather than wasting these signifacant hours by enjoyments. Any student, who suffers alot physically and financially only to attain knowledge will have the same belief what I had.

Physics classes were not easy enough. Only 50% students passes and the rest are always at the failure rating. Hence, Pavithra mam created a 'studying pair' system, as the days were next to exams. The concept was a well-studying student with a weak one.
And the most disturbing fact is that my pair lotted for that long man, Quraish!!!

Each day we sit togather to revise lessons, I get annoyed to look into his brown crystals, since I percieved that his looks were categorized apart from any other boys in our class. I never made an eye-contact, instead I gaze at any fixed point and teaches.

I was contented when my supports made an abound progress in him..

Whenever he turns about my personal talks, I skip the topic. One Monday morning while combine- studying, he jumbled me with a question.
" why dont you accept me? And I can understand by looking into your eyes that you have made resolutions against male version.. Is it? "
His interrogative eyes fell on mine, that eye-contact unstabled my emotions.. I shook it away and tried to deny the inspection.. But he never gave up. Being unbearable, I yelled. "There is no need for me to say it if such things actually exists! "

He bounced back violently trembling the entire classroom.
" Dont reckon every men as identical to your jeejaji. " His words stabbed hardly into my heart bringing back that sour day to my conscience. Yes, I hate boys only because of that incident and most clearly that man, Jeejaji!! That name boiled my blood, reddened my eyes and I was something less than a raged wolf.

At the very next moment I was on legs and quivered forth. But halting my rapidness, cold hands held my hot-blooded arms and pressed me to sit. I wanted to slap him on his red cheeks, instead of doing so, I faced to floor and claimed " Sorry if I hurt you by saying..." His face shoved a neat smile. I continued " But I want to retreat the same thing what I had done before.. I have decided already not to fall in any traps.. Bcz only this Inaaya can understand how her father sweats for her studies. How he burns himself for my future! So please leave me. Like any child I wish to bloom my father's expectations.." I sighed. And before looking his face,I marched out of the room.

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"The shade you recieves
Is the
Sweat a Father perceives"

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⏰ Last updated: Jun 29, 2020 ⏰

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