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Kindness is a mark of faith, and whoever has no kindness has no faith. - Prophet Muhammad (sallallahu alaihi wasallam)

AMIRA SULTAN P.O.V

"Good Morning Students!" I greeted another class as a substitute teacher since one of my colleague is absent .

" Good Morning, Teacher! " They all stood up rhyming in union .

A small smile appeared on my lip " How were the holidays? Did you have a nice time?"

" Yeah! It was fantastic, Madam; I went to Karachi with my family " one of the students said cheerfully.

" That’s excellent. So today you all have to write about your summer vacation all right " I clap to motivate them.

" Sure Madam " they all cheered taking out there stencils and copy .

" So you all- "

" Amira ! Chi chi Amira " I furrowed my both eyebrows at the voice of my annoying best friend peeping from the door .

" What !" I whispered/ yelled .

" Come here " she signed with her both hands like bunny paws .

Walking towards her I rolled my eyes at her silly behaviour " what " I lean on the door frame .

" After lunch , we will go to watch movies, okay '' she giggled excitedly .

'' No I don't like movies, you know that beside I have work at home " her face fell .

" Sorry " I added with tight smile .

" Always a spoil sport " she mumbled and about to go when Principal ma'am called my name.

"Amira Sultan came to the principal office '' I immediately straightened myself when I heard my name in the speaker.

Seher look at me in surprise " what have you done now "

I shrugged my shoulder innocently " I have no idea "

" Please look at the class till I come back "

Seher signed me to go. I nodded as I walked out of the class ..... Praying to Allah s.w.t that I don't get into trouble which surprisingly I get most of the time .

Biting my lips nervously I knock on the door .

" Come in '' I heard Mrs Samiya's voice.

I entered the room only to knock the statue by my elbow. I tried to catch it but damn it fell on the floor with a loud sound .

I close my eyes in relief, glad that it's not made of glass .

I picked it up just then I heard my principal " welcome Miss. Amira " she said her back is facing me while she is turning some pages .

I frown " How do you know it's me '' I raised my eyebrows .

She chuckled, turning around " well you are the only teacher of the school who has broken something as soon as you come to my office " she leaned on her chair sitting comfortably .

I look up remembering every time I enter her office .

" Good morning ma- opm hp... " I slipped and knocked all the paper from his desk.

" You call me mis - oh no " I accidentally spilled the coffee .

" May I come Ma'am I just want to sub- " someone came from behind unintentionally scaring the everything out of me ... I knocked the vase which shattered into pieces on the ground .

I look at her with an awkward smile " you called me " I asked shamelessly . Miss Samiya is in her mid 50s yet looks so much younger than other women .

" Yes... But today I am not angry, " she smiled, giving me an envelope.

I baffled while taking the envelope " what's this '' I asked opening it .

She had a proud smile on her face " check it out by yourself"

I felt my eyes come out of its socket. " I got a chance to become a Montessori teacher in one of the best schools in Pakistan. " I squeal in happiness .

She chuckled" yes you did I am proud of you Amira" I looked up when she took my first name .

" Thank you" I went to hug her . She is not just my principal but also my mother's best friend. That's why she tolerates all my nonsense .

She cleared her throat. " I am your principal, " she tried to act sternly but failed miserably when I gave her a bright smile .

" I promised I will work really hard and make you proud '' I told her with determination .

She put hand on my head " Insha Allah , May Allah s.w.t bless you and give you success in this life and hereafter "

Hearing these tears filled my eyes overwhelmed .

I entered my other work place since a teaching job isn't enough for my and my family's survival so I entered happily with a dreamy smile on my face .

I got a promotion FINALLY now I am one step ahead of my dream .

I clasp my hand dreamily " life will be so amazing "

Suddenly someone put wiping clothes on my shoulder " you are late , stop dreaming and move your hand quickly '' Mrs. Azim gave me a stern look " but I bake cake here "

" Yeah staff hasn't come yet , you have to clean all the table before customer comes " with that she walked away

Meet Mrs . Azim must be in her late 30s , smiling is not one of her talents but yes when she gets angry you can see live smoke coming out of her nose and ear clearly .

I frown at the direction she went , she always orders me around . I mean she works here too but she orders everyone like she is the boss .

I took off the wipe from my shoulder " one day... I will be so successful that I will own this place and order you around just wait and see " I hiss at her direction .

" Amira ". She shouted my name .

My eyes widened " coming coming here I am " I ran inside frantically .

She glared at me '' what the hell took you so long "

Before I could open my mouth she beat me to it .

" Go clean all the tables after that there are 3 cakes you have to bake" with that she walked away .

I sigh till my dream doesn't come true I need to work in this Bakery shop

The time went fast as I took orders on the phone for a wedding , wiped the table and as usual .

I have been working alone since past few week , my other colleges Mehjabinis not coming I guess she left the job like Maryam and other two

Of Course they will after all this place pays so poorly and they don't have a teaching job like me .

I had no option , otherwise I would have quite a long time back .

" Assalamualaikum Mr. Riyaz" I greeted the bald man who gave me a warm smile .

Mr . Riyaz is the owner of this small restaurant , he is a very kind man , smiling , laughing with us . He doesn't behave like our boss at all unlike Mrs Azim. He must be in his mid 40s . He doesn't have a family and lives alone .

Poor him...

" Walekum Assalam daughter , you are blooming like a flower today " I blush at his compliment .

" Oh please Mr. Riyaz I am not " I look down shyly .

" But I got PROMOTED " I squeal up and down .

He laughed at my behaviour .

" I am so proud of you sweetheart , I am sure you will be successful one day. '' He motivated me , I nodded .

" I will "

Mr. Riyaz always motivated me to do better , he is like a father to me . The sweetest man I know .

" By the way Amira , since you are getting promoted but I still tell you to think about my offer of getting job in another state "

Few days back , he offered me this huge job position .

" Sorry Mr. Riyaz I cannot , you know it's not allowed to travel in another state without a Mahram ( guardian ) " I sighed .

Though it would have been changing point in my career but I believe if it is not allowed in Islam is must be for our own good .

" No problem but the offer is always open for you " he smiled genuinely .

I nodded .

After I got home I quickly prayed two Sukrana Salah with the intention of thanking Allah s.w.t .

"I am so so so happy "

" I am so happy " I jumped on my bed hugging the envelope but my happiness was short lived when I heard a knock .

" Yes " I opened the door to see Zainab with a bunch of clothes in her hand .

She threw all of them in my face " wash it"

" Today " with that she left .

Sighing to myself I pick a few clothes which she drops on the floor .

Nothing can ruin my mood today. I am that happy .

After doing all my work I prayed my Esha prayer than read Surah Mulk since the Prophet (ﷺ) said: “Indeed there is a Surah in the Qur'an of thirty Ayat, which intercedes for a man until he is forgiven. It is [Surah] Tabarak Alladhi Biyadihil-Mulk.”

After a long dua as much as I could I felt my heart at ease , all the tension disappeared ,there was a peace filled my chest .

I went to the window looking up at the sky while the wind brushed my face . My eyes find the moon who looks like a large dish of silver. The spitting stars that twinkle around the moon add to its beauty. The clouds are tinged white by the silvery light of the moon. It is really pleasing to gaze at . "

" Subhan Allah ( Glory to be Allah ) " I uttered at the beauty in front of my eyes. Indeed Allah s.w.t is the best creator .

Closing my eyes I enjoyed the peaceful moment of my life not knowing that it was the calmness before the storm .

Didn't know that I am going to give the hardest test of my life .

Khalid tilted his head while looking at the man in front of him in amusement .

Amuse that he has the guts to come here after failing to pay his money back .

Khalid puts his gun out on the table while the man in his 40s looks like will pass out soon in nervousness .

Side of his lip curled up feeling satisfied by the power he had on the man in front of him .

remember true power only belongs to Allah s.w.t.

His subconscious mind reminds him to shake it like always .

" Please Mr. Mirza please give me sometime " the man pleaded with tears in his eyes .

" I promise I will pay you soon, " he added .

Tilling head Khalid's intense gaze made the man more nervous each second he was praying to be saved in his head .

Khalid is about to ask his men to take the man away when an idea pops up in his head .

" I heard you have two daughters " Evil plan started making in Khalid's head .

Zubair heart drop ...

He knew

He knew

This evil man is going to demand something .

Zubair stayed silent clenching his fist thinking about his daughter made his blood boil in anger .

" I am asking you something ZUBAIR " even though Khalid's voice was calm as clear sky but there was a hidden warning like an unwanted storm in his tone .

" Ye- yes" Zubair answered feeling defeated .

" I want to marry one of them "

Zubair head snapshot at Khalid calm one .

Standing up furiously he yelled " how dare you said that "

Suddenly two men held him back while Khalid leaned on his chair enjoying his helplessness .

" Please Khalid, don't drag my daughters. I promise I will pay you soon " he said in a defeated tone .

" You said the same line before as well " Khalid stood up standing right in front of him in an intimidated way .

" Not . My . Daughter Khalid " Zubair bared his teeth like he was about to attack while he stood unaffected .

" Don't be an idiot , look at this way I will . marry one of your daughter "

" Give her all the luxury "

" Try my best to treat her right "

" But if - " Khalid took a threatening step .

" I have to use my force to do it then I will make her life a living hell and if you do it willingly I will give her all luxurious life what she never ever dreamed off "

Hearing this Zubair knew one thing: he would marry one of his daughters no matter what ....

But the thing is which one ???

Amira or Zainab ???

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