Author: writerbyheart01
Published: 08/10/24
In a world where society claims to forgive, the reality often paints a different picture. We are told to rise like a phoenix from the ashes of our past, to embrace each bad chapter as a lesson. Yet, how often are people truly allowed to leave their past behind? Mistakes cling like roots to a tree—an inseparable part of who we are, shaping how we are judged and remembered. This thought-provoking book delves into the harsh truth: can anyone truly escape their past, or will society always hold it against them? Through powerful storytelling, it explores the journey of self-redemption and the constant battle for acceptance. Will the characters rise above the judgment, or will their past define them forever?
THIRD PERSON'S POV :
"Shifaaaa..."
"Shifa stop crying please. Stop crying" Afifa said while asking her sat on the bed
"Affo... Phuppo... Bu.. But why... Mummy never did anything with her... You know Affo she said that we don't want this proposal that's why Nida aunty did not come with proposal." Shifa said and Afifa was Amazed.
"Shifa go and wash your face" Afifa said but Shifa was silently crying.
"Shifa give me your mobile and call Faraz bhai" Shifa picked the mobile and opened Contact list
"I can't Afifa, what will I say to him? We never talked before! and what is left now? He is engaged, it's been three months of his engagement and now what will we talk?" Shifa said and Afifa snatched the mobile from her hand
"Give it to me, I'm calling him and you will talk to him." Afifa said angrily and Shifa snatch back her mobile.
"Affi everything is over, now nothing can't be changed. He will get married with that girl a.." Shifa cried silently and Afifa glared her angrily.
"Shifa are you mad? Why are you not calling him, confess your love and say that you love him. Then he will terminate his engagement and talk to his parents about you."
"And What will we both say to our parents about our relationship? Affi I don't want anyone to say that mummy raised me in wrong way, I can't do this" Shifa putted her point
"Shifa liking someone is not a crime, you both never did anything wrong, even you both didn't talk to each other, it's been more than one year since you both met, but you never talk to each other directly. You didn't do anything wrong then why are you scared?"
"Affo I can't" Shifa cried.
"And why you can't?" Affo asked angrily
"I don't want to repeat the past, I don't want to make myself and mummy suffer again, I don't want anyone to say that mummy raised me in wrong way. I can't break my mummy's promise." Shifa said while wiping her tears.
"Are you mad or what?" Afifa asked very angrily, she was glaring Shifa as if she will slap her very next moment
"Shifa what's the matter yaar? No one will say anything! And why are you so much coward? Faraz bhai will handle everything just try for once" Afifa said angrily.
"Affi if I express my feelings then mumma will face many things, papa will say many things to her and I dont want anyone to say anything to mumma."
"Will you tell me everything clearly?" Afifa asked while poring the full anger in her words and Shifa abruptly wiped her tears, and moved towards the cupboard with long steps, after some two minutes she drew out two diaries from the cupboard and throw them on the bed.
"This is the reason" she said while crying and stepped towards the bathroom.
"What is this?"
"You know how to read, read it" Shifa answered and banged the door of bathroom.
Afifa's POV:
What's the matter with this girl, why she is afraid of boys since childhood? She is afraid of her feelings. Is she mad? She is thinking about everything before herself?! And now what is this? Do she use to write diary? But I never knew? But these diaries are seems very old.
Busy with my thoughts I picked the diaries and found the first page with the name 'Maryam Naaz'
“What!!” I literally exclaimed
"Is this her mom's personal diary?" I looked up at the door of bathroom, from where crying voice was coming some time ago but then it was totally silent.
"Shifa come out" I said loudly and she stepped out of the bathroom, she was holding an expressionless face, as if she didn't have any problem.
"What is this?" I asked and she sat on the bed in front of me.
"It's mumma's Diary, read it and you will understand why I am like this, why I don't want to talk to Faraz and why I never think about any other boy." She said and I was confused that what she wanted to say but I open one diary from two.
"Go to your home and then read it, but don't give this to anyone else" She said and I nodded. I placed that diaries in my bag and hugged her one more time.
"Now please don't cry again" I said and she smiled happily
"How can you smile like this?" I asked and suddenly some tears popped up in her eyes, but she was holding a smile on her lips.
"Its better to smile! Or should I cry?" she asked in shivering voice and I shook my head.
"You smile. You deserves happiness and smile." saying that I shrugged my bag and made myself stand.
"Now I'm going, I'm already late" she nodded her head with a smile and I stepped out from her room she followed me to the door to see off me.
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After dinner I placed the diaries on my study table and looked at the dates. One diary was around nineteen years old and other diary was eighteen years old. I desided to go with sequence so picked the older one first.
I was feeling awkward while reading someone's personal diary but that was important to understand why Shifa is like that. And why she was scared of boys, even she was scared to express her feelings for Faraz bhai.
Taking a deep breath I opened first Diary.
(Diary reading)
I'm so happy today, after all I celebrated my 18th birthday and I got many gifts from my lovely Abbu and Ammi.
Alhamdulillah I'm so much glad that I have everything in my life. My lovely parents, a 4 years younger brother, Razi and my cute Maham who is only 9 but so wise.
All my friends in school and neighbouring homes are jealous of me because of the freedom I'm getting from Abbu. He never stop me to do anything, I can do whatever I want to.
Unlike all my friends, Abbu allowed me to continue my education. Such a great favour I have got from my almighty in the form of my family.
Not only family but Aatish too.
He loves me more than anything else....
"Ohh no... I can't read it! It's Maryam aunty's Personal life"
THIRD PERSON'S POV :
Afifa closed the diary and placed that in her bag, but that was containing many secrets of past.
Diary entry
(MARYAM'S POV:)
(Past)
I'm so happy today, after all I celebrated my 18th birthday and I got many gifts from my lovely Abbu and Ammi.
Alhamdulillah I'm so much glad that I have everything in my life. My lovely parents, a 4 years younger brother, Razi and my cute Maham who is only 9 but so wise.
All my friends in school and neighbouring homes are jealous of me because of the freedom I'm getting from Abbu. He never stop me to do anything, I can do whatever I want to.
Unlike all my friends, Abbu allowed me to continue my education. Such a great favour I have got from my almighty in the form of my family.
Not only family but Aatish too.
He loves me more than anything else....
And I also love him, I never thought that only in few days I started loving him so much.
Aatish become my best friend and I love him so much. One week ago he proposed me and I was confused for two days but I realised that I also love him. I only love him. And I'm lucky to have him.
Good night
My dear Diary
_Maryam Naaz
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"Maryam will you marry me?" today Aatish asked me while kneeling down in front of me, passing me a red rose.
"I would love to Aatish" I said while holding the red rose from his hand and he stood up with a jump.
"I love you Rose"
"I love you too" I confessed my love with great happiness and he smiles, it seems like we both were on ninth cloud.
"When will you marry me?" Aatish asked and I think for a couple of minutes.
"Send your proposal to my home then we'll get married" I replied so much happily and he nodded with a smile.
"Just in few days I'll send my parents to your home and then you will be my wife." Aatish said and I felt my cheeks were burning and I bet I was red more than red rose...
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Sometimes history repeat itself. Something like that was going with Shifa, her mother's past was standing between Her and Faraz like a wall..
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It's a short part.
I wasn't going to update today but then I got a comment for udate fast...
So it's here.
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Do remember me in your
Dua...
And sorry if I hurt anyone
In any case....
Plz forgive me
Your Author
_Naaz Jamal