C O M P L E T E D He released a loud sigh, "I have told you so many times. Aa sakta toh zaroor aata." Pata hai kabhi nahi aayeinge aap. Itni door chale gaye hein humein akela chor ke... "Ok listen to me now," Kasim whispered, kneeling in front of me, "main nahi aa sakta par use aane do." He looked behind him and I followed his eyes. Hussain........ **** Hussain Asif, the new boy in town, needs a place to stay. The Qureshi's desperately need a paying guest in order to run their household. The only problem is that they have a daughter who isn't exactly their daughter... Highest rank:: #03 in short story (05/09/2016)

[Reached #1 in Spiritual] He stands there tall, but not the same man I saw yesterday. This man had his shoulders slouched, he was heaving up and down. Not strong and confident as his usual self. His back was to me but he was facing the large office wall that's made out of glass. He leaned closer to the glass and put his head against it. His right hand joined and the glass started fogging. His breathing slowly blurring out the lively New York City. "Mr. Saleh?" I Whispered. He sighs heavily and turns around. I was shocked. His eyes were puffy and red. A fresh tear was slowly making its way down his cheek. He cleared his throat and clenched his jaw. "What?"

"Ahem..." He cleared his throat... "Asalamualikum " he smiled...I looked everywhere but him...replying his salam... "Walikmasalam" "Haven't you still learnt to watch your steps...or you ..." He raised his eyebrows... "Excuse me...what do you mean..... I haven't seen you coming....can't you walk without looking..." I rambled... What did I just say?? Allah knows.. He does thou... " I was checking something... And I can't walk with closed eyes.....like you...you see I'm not that great..." He smirked..