ROAD TO WORDS AND MOMENTS BY AMMARAH ARIF

'How did ... did... you get to know my name?' My tongue always uses to stagger in front of him.

'The professor was calling you with this name, and I also saw it on the leaf too!' As always received a confident answer.

I began to gaze at him again. 

The way he was moving his hand while holding a pencil on the board was evincing him as a professional skilly Sketch artist.

My eyes visit all the art line. Most of them were girls or experienced matrons who were keeping themselves busy with their creativity.

My eyes again stuck to that board on which he propelled his pencil repeatedly. 

After a bit of concentration, the soft smile disappeared from my lips suddenly. I felt jealous of my state.

Firstly, this guy isn't talking to me.

Secondly, that comprehensive outline on the board compelled me to think this boy played a happy family in his life.

Although I didn't know him or his name, it was my perception.

I tried to maintain that smile, but that envy feeling was dispatching my heart from inside.

'Boys do not like sketching!' I overthrew my thinking toward him.

'Even boys are better than girls in sketching because they drew the map of every theory.' He first smiled and answered me.

'Why do you like sketching?' I asked him to know something.

'I don't like sketching. Sketching is a part of my life.

Sketching is my sibling.' I listened to his answer, but my eyes were viewing that sketch art. 

'How can someone draw the picture without seeing any example or any idea?' I couldn't still believe it.

'Only two elements you need to pick!

The sketch board and the pencil moving around in your fingers. Your fingers will automatically move on the board.' There was an immediate desire in my heart to begin myself with this new activity.

'Was your life too much true blue and happy like this child in your sketch?' Moisture filled in my tone.

'Even your life is true blue! 

Just wait for some days. I will prove this sweet reality to you.' His fingers were still moving on board.

I took out my books and sat at the table near him.

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An Arrogantly self-mate form, black gown hanging in her hand, her enchanting eyes were moving in the file, and with this fact, she entered her office.

Every worker stood up from their working tables in her respect.

EVER THOUGHT HER PLACE WOULD BE HERE!

EVER THOUGHT SHE WOULD BE BLESSED WITH REDOLENT POPULARITY AND ADMIRATION!

An assistant always follows her.

'MAM! Two girls are sitting in your cabin. They have been here since morning and want to discuss something with you...' The assistant informed her.

'I am going to the Zie's office for taking my file. Provide them some snacks and tell them I am coming!' The Assistant went to her cabin, and she turned towards Zie's office when Hayal came in her way.

'HAYAL! How many times should I have to say to you... I don't like someone coming in my way.' She showed her angry expressions.

'OOPS! Sorry, MEESHA, but you have to sign these files.' He always smiled.

'Give me here! First I have to read then after signing I will hand it back to you.' She turned and went towards her destination.

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All of the art line was empty. I came out of the art line and saw everyone going towards the same classroom.

I followed them and saw the board written on the top of the classroom.

'MOTIVATIONAL GROUP!' But when I saw it in the classroom. I couldn't even move.

'YOU! Suddenly, it slipped from my mouth.

He saw me at once and smiled.

'YES ME!' How many faces did he have?

SKETCH ARTIST

MOTIVATIONAL SPEAKER

STUDENT

'This is the first step of our Friendship. Come on! DURR_E_MIHARA... You have to be a participant in this group association!' 

Time and situations...

What do they want from me?

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After collecting some power and making my heart stony, I didn't even see that boy and went inside the classroom.

'MOTIVATIONAL BOOSTERS BY H.S!' (H.S... may this was the short form of his name.

'So guys begin with the fifteenth talk of self-motivation.

But before starting our today's topic...

I thought I should share something with you all!' I repeated the word Fifteenth in my heart because for two years I am studying. It's been a week since we met each other. 

My mind drove me again to the class, and I saw towards the hall.

The hall was filled with students of every age.

Even some of them adjusted themselves in this hall by standing in corners.

 (The students whom I have never seen in this university)

'GRACEFULLY! This hall has reached to 250 score.' He smiled, and all of the students began to hooting.

'Sir, it's just because of your co-operation. The way you stimulate all of us to be determinant for ourselves has really made all of us your fan!' A boy from the last bench stood up and happily praised him, which means that all students know him very well.

('Drowning is a place for me to die!' I taunted myself.) 

'Yes, SIR! That's the reason that 250 students come here, just to listen to you only.' 

He smiled at his praise.

This boy was grabbing all my attention. 

A tone with full of seriousness! 

Scattered hair on the forehead!

Hands gripped in pent pockets!

'DECENT!' While observing, even I didn't notice that it slipped off my mouth.

'So guys today, our teen talk is based on a question.

Is the acceptance of society matter for the person, or is self-acceptance a significant element for a person? Whatever the answer I received from my brain...

But I never had such confidence to say in front of 250 students.

Everyone there stood up and presented their perceptions.

In an hour, the hall was empty. He came closer to me and sat next to my seat.

'I know you can't answer in front of everyone, but now only I am here... Answer my question! He handed me a chit to write the answer.

His tone was proving that he is very informally talking to me.

'Wh...Why are you so... so informal! I am no one to you!' I asked him a foolish question on which he laughed.

'Friends can always share their feelings with other friends, which means informality occurs between them.' 

(I had only one fear that if someone gets to know about him in my house... They will never allow me to come here.)

I noted down my answer and handed the chit to him.

'What is your name?' Maybe my question was useless, but I wanted to ask.

'Master in changing topic, Miss DURR_E_MIHARA!' He pulled my cheeks.

'H.Z stands for...?' I again asked.

'HIZB SHEHZAAN! After his answer, my other question was ready.

'Who are you?' My childish question.

'I am studying law here but on another side... as I told you, I love sketching, and this teen talk is just for the ones who want to achieve something in life.' LAW! As I listened to this word, my father's face came in front of my eyes, but I rolled my expression.

'I am afraid If someone gets to know about you. My mother will kill me!' Finally, I shared my scariness.

'Have believe in yourself! He folded the chit and kept it in his pocket.

Where no one has possessed tolerance for making me, friend;

There he is supporting only me!

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She confidently entered his office without knocking.

'Hey! MR.HAZAN!' She always used to call him Hazan.

He raised his face and saw her. 

The confidence in her eyes was further brightening her being. As always, her hair was captivated in a ponytail which was making her cute.

A black gown was swinging in her hand.

He stood and tightly placed her both on her shoulders and brought her to his seat.

'THIS IS YOUR CORRECT PLACE!' Now she was sitting on his revolving chair.

'MAKING ME PROUDLY!' She winked her eye.

'Whenever she raised her dashing eye-brow and proudly say; LAWYER MEESHA AND KNOCKING THE DOOR! It doesn't suit me...' A burst of strong laughter echoed in the cabin.

'OH! Come on BABES! WHO SEES DREAMS IN A WAKING STATE? She was still smiling, and really, it was enough for her hazan that she was smiling.

(I hate people interrupting between me!

DON'T EVER TRY TO STOP ME! Her words echoed in his mind)

'Hand me the file. I have decided that I am going to fight this case for you.' He silently gave that file to her because he always she will never disappoint him.

She stood up and went outside.

He was still waiting for something.

Suddenly, the mirror door and he smiled.

'Wait for me at the coffee shop in the evening!' Her face was like half hanging inside the door.

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She wasn't even believing what she had listened to.

Is all that happened in that world?

She was too helpless at some times.

She could not believe her ears when she heard what the two women had said...

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'I wanted to do something for myself!

I wanted to be independent, but this world doesn't allow me to do so...' A girl was sitting in her room with her mother.

'I wanted to end poverty from my house, but that guy destroyed my life!' The girl removed the stawler from her face, and she was shocked after seeing her. 

She can feel that God has blessed her with every blessing. (as compared to that girl whose rotten burnt half face with burnt eyes.)

I mean the girl possesses a colorless world around her.

Meesha stood up from her chair and sat down at her feet.

'Although I haven't listened to your case yet, I will help you. Once I say something to anyone that means I have to do it in any condition! 

You have to believe me.' She was as soft from inside as she looked proudy from the outside.

'Just save my father... They have imprisoned him! I begged them to leave him, but they also captured me and left me in such condition...' She tightly gripped Meesha's hand.

'What do they want?' Meesha asked.

'M...Me!' She left Meesha shocked.

'They want my father to sell me. As my father rejected, they captured him.' Meesha gets to know the helplessness of a mother as a wife and daughter who lost her father.

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I don't why I like to talk to her.

Even though I thought that I don't believe in friendship, but still, I am forcing her to be my friend.

I told her everything regarding me. 

I am just making corrections in my thoughts that I just wanted to help her. Why? 

I want to see her be confident, to be successful! Why?

My fingers were moving on the sketching board, but my mind was somewhere else.

That girl had come into my life and disturbed me. Until now, no one has such the courage to ask something about me.

While thinking, I even broke my pencil in anger.

'I wasn't like that ever! That's what she had made me like that...' Suddenly I remembered that I have missed reading that chit.

I took out that chit from my pocket and readout;

'SELF-ACCEPTANCE WHILE ONE SHOULD TRY TO CLEAR YOUR POINT OF VIEW IN FRONT OF SOCIETY!' 

Her thinking is not wrong, but somewhere someone is triggering her not to think only about herself.

I have hope that one day she will live a life of her own choice. 

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I don't know when I fell asleep talking to myself. 

But I felt a bright light in my eyes and my eyes suddenly opened!

I kept one hand on one eye and observed my room with the other one.

When my eye inspected the clock, I got up in a hurry.

'OH ALLAH! My fajar prayers...' I dropped my head in my hands.

And in a few minutes, I was present on the prayer mat.

I knew I had to make up the missed prayers, but first, I had to ask God for forgiveness for my sins!

I raised my hands to strengthen my Influential emotion for my ALLAH.

That's the reason, I don't like people interfering in my life because I feel I am going away from ALLAH.

'YA ALLAH! The tears were desperate to shed from my eyes.

'You are the only one who has supervised me in this desolate life. I am lost! I want no one in my life, but that girl has disturbed me!

LOOK! That innocent little girl is driving me away from my God.' It was the second time I missed my prayers for a girl. 

The first time, when I cried for my disloyal mother, and the second time when I am really disrupted by DURR_E_MIHARA.

I fell in prostration.

'OH, GOD! Capture me in your captivity! His weeping voice was echoing in the room.

I denied the existence of love at all;

But you told me how to love you!' If people see me, they would deny my real personality.

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She was the only girl for whom he can wait without any objection.

He was a successful lawyer.

People couldn't live without being impressed by him. He was repeatedly seeing the watch. 

He was waiting for her in the coffee shop. 

Many visitors in the coffee shop came to him for an autograph but he hardly says NO to them.

When he saw her coming towards him.

She sat next to him and silently began to drink her coffee.

It was the first time she was soo silent because she had a habit to share the all-day routine with him.

'Meesha? All good?' He placed his hand on her fingers.

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