𝗟𝗶𝗳𝗲.....✓

❝𝑬𝒌 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒊 𝒔𝒊 𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒅" (1)

"Be sure we shall test you with something of fear and hunger, some loss in goods or lives or the fruits of your toil, but give glad tidings to those who patiently persevere - Who say, when afflicted with calamity: "To God, we belong, and to Him is our return." - These will be given blessings and mercy from their Lord, and it is they who are rightly guided."

2:155-157

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Glancing in the mirror, she looked at herself.

Many thoughts ran through her mind.
Why am I like this!
Why can't I at least have a simple face, at least simple!
Who would even dare to accept me with this ugly face!
And to top it off,
I don't even have a brain nor beauty.
I am weak.
I'm not even intelligent.

Taking the lipstick, she applied it to her lips but it was too dark for her liking.

She looked like some slut.
She rubbed her lips harshly
While...
Tears made their way from her eyes.

"Aey Bakhtawar kahan mar gyi? Sara din bas bethe rehna upar se na shakal na surat! Pata nahi kon pasand karega aesi badsurat shakal wali ko?"

("Aey Bakhtawar, where did you die?
All-day long you sit idly doing nothing!!
On- Top -Of -That, You're not good- looking either.
How do you expect to get an alliance like this!?")

"Aayi Ammi" Bakhtawar replied rushing towards her mother but she stumbled causing the glass tumbler to fall and break into pieces.

("I'm coming Mom")

"Hai hi manhoos ek kaam dhang se na hoye is ladki se. badnaseeb se. Ab ye glass todh dia. Samet isey kambhakht kahin ki na jane kab picha chutega issay?" Her mother yelled in her face.

("You are wretched!
You can't do a single thing perfectly!
Now that you broke the glass, clean it up,
You unfortunate girl.
God knows when we will get rid of you.")

Tears were about to make their way down but she held them back.

"Ji Ammi, Abhi kar deti hu." She replied while picking a few glass pieces.

("Ok Mom, I'll clean it up right now.")

She collected the mess, then asked her mom:
"Ammi, you called me. Is there anything I can do to help?"

"Help and You?
Just go wear something presentable."
Her mother replied oh-so-rudely.

"What do you mean by presentable?
Ammi numaish nhi hu me."
Bakhtawar argued.

("Ammi, I'm not an exhibition!")

"Don't talk too much.
Just go get ready.
Do as I say!"

She rushed towards her room, taking a white dress to go on with the event.

"Koi rang dar kapde phen na. Safed na phen ke Beth Jana."
to which she rolled her eyes.

("Wear some colorful clothes, not something plain white.")

Ignoring her mother,
She wrapped her hijab and spread the prayer mat to talk to
HIM.
Her Allah,
The One who is As-Sami (All-Hearer).
She shares all her worries and problems with HIM while he comforts with the love her mother never gave.