Belongs To An Insouciant

I didn't knew a new storm was waiting for me when I woke up another struggle awaited me once again,or was it past coming back to mock me,it was end of my freedom ,past couldn't be left behind,and I don't know how was i gonna face it.And anxiety of it was strangling me too much.it was as every ounce of air was sucked out of me.
I couldn't breathe.

This story is about a Muslim Pakistani family ,so just before you start reading you know you'll come across or come to know about a very different culture . And it'll take you on a ride to something very simple yet complicated. I hope you'll love Moosa and Ilham like I do.

Love ❤