Hi.
Im here to tell you our incomplete lifestory. Our, means me and my brother and You are here to read it. I wrote it in your language. Writen. Because if i wrote it in my language. Only those who share the same language would understand. Sign language. Im mute. If you look it up, science will tell you that a mute person is someone who cant speak. Weird... because i do have a voice. When im thinking i hear it. When i write, i hear it. When i read i hear it. Even when i talk in my language, i hear it. But science would call that normal. We all have a voice in our head and nobody else can hear it. Weird... because now that im writing and you are reading. We both hear my voice.
Im this voice. Im zoya.👌✌️🤝👉
YOU ARE READING
The zafar of zoya ( the 'winner' of 'life')
General FictionThis is not a love story. This our incomplete lifestory. Our, in me and my brother's. Zoya. It means life...love...Thats my name. Im a mute girl that lives in Kasmir Pakistan. In my life i have crossed a lot of small problems. They are like a puzzl...
