The zafar of zoya ( the 'winner' of 'life')

This 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 puzzle. A small one with big pieces. I always managed to solve them. But what i forgot is that life can give you a puzzle with small pieces. So small, that you feel like you cant get them back together. Samething with the pieces of life. You have to deal with life. Even in hard times. I know someone who went true hard times: zafar( winner)

So one day a asked the winner of life how he won.

He just simply told me: i know you, just like you know me, just like a know myself and you know yourself.
I have my way of winning. Find yours.
Dont ever go my way. Like i never went yours.

What do you mean like you never went mine? I didnt go anywhere yet. Thats why i asked you.

He took my hand. Opened it and placed a harmonica in it. And he just simply said: thats your way, zoya.

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Hi guys

This is my first story. English is not my first language. My apologies in advance. I hope that you guys will like it. I just wanted to ad that my inspiration source is the bollywood movie 'marjaavaan' of Milap Milan Zaveri. I really liked this movie, more specific the scene of Zoya (tara sutaria) explaining where she came from. They didnt go deeper on her life in the movie so u wanted to make a story on her passed. So the most of this story is my imagination, but some things are connected to this amazing movie.

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