《HIS SHADES OF LIFE》Chapter 4
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Third person's POV :-
Cold wind blows hitting her pink cheeks, with shivering state standing in front of college and never leaving thoughts she was alone with, that's when a girl bumped into her causing her to come out her thoughts.
"Sorry." The girl said picking up her books that has fallen.
"Sorry again, I was in rush, sorry." She apologized again but shahnoor didn't reply. She was in her own world, A world that is scaring her. She felt so lonely. A tear escaped from her eyes, the other girl noticed.
"Why are you crying?" She asked.
"No,I..." Shahnoor was confused what to say, why is she crying because she is afraid. No, If she said that she is scared than everyone will laugh and will bully her.
"Ammm....Sorry again..I have to go, I am getting late." the other girl said.
Shahnoor nodded quickly and the girl left. Shahnoor sighed in relief, Now its time to enter in college.
Shahnoor's POV:-
I am scared, I feel lonely, My heart! Its beating crazily, Its almost winter though but I don't know why I feel like I am stuck in a Ice cube.
Ring! Ring! Ring!
I heard the college bell ring indicating the lectures are started, I have to enter the college or else I'll be late.
I took a deep breath. Come on shahnoor, Its not first time in this college.
I recited Ayatul-khursi 3 times with durud sharif.
اللَّهُ لاَ إِلَهَ إِلاَّ هُوَ الْحَيُّ الْقَيُّومُ لاَ تَأْخُذُهُ سِنَةٌ وَلاَ نَوْمٌ لَهُ مَا فِي السَّمَاوَاتِ وَمَا فِي الأَرْضِ مَنْ ذَا الَّذِي يَشْفَعُ عِنْدَهُ إِلاَّ بِإِذْنِهِ يَعْلَمُ مَا بَيْنَ أَيْدِيهِمْ وَمَا خَلْفَهُمْ وَلاَ يُحِيطُونَ بِشَيْءٍ مِنْ عِلْمِهِ إِلاَّ بِمَا شَاءَ وَسِعَ كُرْسِيُّهُ السَّمَاواتِ وَالأَرْضَ وَلاَ يَئُودُهُ حِفْظُهُمَا وَهُوَ الْعَلِيُّ الْعَظِيمُ
I feel little light after reciting it and than I recited,
بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ
And I entered in the college. I am walking towards my classroom straight without looking here and there, but I can feel everyone's stares. My eyes were lowered down, I am not going to lookup. I can see my classroom not far so I made a quick run and Wow! When I entered everyone was looking at me with questioning eyes.
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I silently walked towards the last bench and settled myself there. I put my bag on other side and started playing with my fingers while looking down nervously.
'How should I ask someone for the portion that I missed this last days?' I thought.
Its almost 1 and a half year since me and farah were studying in this college.But we didn't talk to anyone because we don't need anyone. Alhamdulillah! we are good in studies, whenever I had any problem I would ask farah and when farah had any problem she would ask me. So we didn't need anyone's help. But here right now I am alone, farah is not here with me and I don't even know how to start a conversation.
Ahhhh...ya Allah...help me!
My heart is getting heavy, I want to runaway from here, I want to go home. Ammi..I miss you. I feel like a baby who is having first day of her school, I was about to cry when a teacher entered in class.
We all stand up and greeted her. when everyone settled down her gaze fell on me, at that moment I want the earth to swallow me.
"You must be shahnoor,right?" she asked me.
"Y-yes." I nervously said and stoodup. Everyone's gaze is now focused on me.
"First of all, remove your niqab as it is not allowed to wear inside the college." She said.
"Oh, sorry I-I forgot to remove my niqab." I said and remove my niqab and undid my hijab.
I kept my niqab inside the table while I let the hijab spread over my head.
"Ok good, shahnoor where were you from last days?" She asked.
Ya Allah! What should I say...
"I-I..." I was about to almost cry when someone knocked on the door. We all turned towards the door to see another teacher may be new teacher was standing there with a small smile.
"Assalamu alaikum miss," The new teacher greeted the previous one.
"Walaikum assalam" She replied.
"Miss this lecture is mine, sorry I am late." The new teacher continued.
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"Okay, no worries." the previous one said and left the class.
I sighed in relief, The new teacher enter in the class. I must say she is beautiful with her chubby cheeks, a little like me and natural pink blush and lips.
"Why are you standing beta(kid)?" She asked me.
"Nothing." I replied quickly.
"Okay, sit down, wait! Are you new here?" she asked me.
"No miss, she is shahnoor she was absent from last 17 or 18 days I guess." Before I can reply a girl said.
"Okay." The new teacher said looking at me and I feel embarrassed.
"Okay shahnoor, I am your new psychology teacher, my name is saniya. Its nice to meet you." she introduced herself.
She is sweet, I like her.
After the class went well, some girls who were sitting in front of me started talking to me, They were also muslim and are from India, only one of them is from pakistan.
After 3 continue lectures its time for lunch. Me and my new friends went to the canteen and talk about our life,I get to know them very well, They were kind and mostly funny.
We got 2 last lectures free in which I asked hina my friend to give the notes that I missed this last days. She said that I am a bookworm which reminded me of farah she use to say the same.
After college they asked me to go out with them but I refused as I know ammi won't allow me. So, I came home and greeted Ammi.
"Assalamu alaikum Ammi." I greeted.
"Walaikum assalam." She replied with a warm smile.
"Ammi.." I said looking at her while her back is facing me as she is cutting vegetables.
"Hmmmm.." She respond.
"I missed you" I said blushing because I never said this words to her or I say that I never said 'I love you' to her. But today I feel saying it.
She turned around and asked,
"How was your day?" with a smile on her face.
I said to her about each and everything that happened today. And from now on I will say to her my thoughts and worries. She will be my Bestie, My sis and My Mom!
~After one week~
Shahzaib's POV :-
"Its time to execute our plan."Akib said.
"Okay, Do whatever you want but don't scare her, Is that clear?" I said.
"Don't worry bhai, I'll take care of everything and soon you'll know where farah is." He said.
I smiled at the thought seeing her again in front of me, I miss her.
"Hmmm.." I replied hiding my feelings. But I feel to ask a question to him so I stopped him.
"Akib, How old is she?" I asked.
"Who shahnoor?" He asked at which I nodded while sitting behind my desk.
"Seventeen."
"She is a kid. Don't touch her or shout at her, okay." I ordered him.
"Okay, Do you want to see her photo?" He asked suddenly, I thought and Nodded.
He opened his phone and put it on my desk. I took it and glanced at the innocent view in front of me. Its a full size photo. She is wearing yellow leggings and long kurta(top) with a dupatta(Scarf) spread on her front. Her hair were black and long, she looks much like farah. Her nose is small round, her lips are medium full pink lips and her eyes, they are little different from farah, they are light hazel green colour whereas farah has hazel eyes. She was smiling at the camera, I didn't knew that I was smiling looking at her pic when Akib said,
"Beautiful,right?" He asked with a smirk, I glared at him.
"Don't do anything wrong with her, Am I clear?" I ordered him strictly this time.
He nodded and left while taking his phone.
I rested my head back and close my eyes when her eyes suddenly came in my mind. Suddenly my heart started feeling low, I felt lonely and Alone.
To be continued...
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