"This way," Rehana took a steep turn, grabbing my hand. We then heard someone call for us.
"Girls!"
"That's the voice of Our fathers!" Rehana picked up. "It's coming from this way."
It was late evening. Our stay with these nomadic people had extended mostly because being lost in the forest had been overly exhausting for Rehana and me.Now sitting in one of the small huts, we smiled as two kind ladies who were accompanying us. The hut comprised of nothing but some sofas and a small bed. There was even a portable switch that had allowed Rehana to recharge her phone.Sitting on the sofa set, the ladies began tells us stories about the places they had visited and how many wonderful sites they had seen. I wanted to call my mother and assure her about my safety, but Rehana'
There was a moment of silence. Everyone was waiting for an answer. With a slight shift in the wind, Rehana spoke,"okay, we accept. But, on one condition," she bargained and stepped forward, causing my eyes to grow wide.Seriously?"Mehreen ge
"Mehreen, it's getting late. We have to head back now, " Papa called out. I nodded.Since, the horrifying discovery, I had been rushing around in the vacant shadows of the plain land, trying to grab even a small clue, but they're just wasn't any.
Everyone was firm about the fact that I had to stay in the car. I had talked to my mom on the phone and she, out of happiness, offered Nafls of gratitude.I didn't tell her what had happened to Sarah."Mehreen," My uncle now walked up to the car, moving to sit in the front seat. I was sitting in the back, so grew alert as his sight. He looked overly stressed and consumed by worry as he turned to face me that I could help but feel concerned. I prayed for the ease of his worries.
UsmanTwirling the radio set with one hand, Fahad could be seen sitting on the sofa, leaning against the headrest, with one hand folded behind his head."Hmm...I asked for her safety. No one listened to my request.," He responded,
Usman"But why?" A broken, accidental retort finally slipped from Usman. He was just so shocked and strangely hurt by the knowledge. Fahad was behind it all. After being so helped, he had been the cause of making his family feel so misery and pain. He couldn't believe that. In fact, He didn't want to believe that. It was a shattering notion. Also, this house belonged to his friend, so why on earth was Fahad claiming it as his own?
Fahad was staring out of his house's window, down at the dark weeds. His fists were clenched as he pondered over how exactly the world had betrayed him, but he would try...attempt to always protect people..He had been only seven when he had run away from his terror house and got caught by authorities. The authorities had shoved him into a local orphanage, but Fahad had never forgotten his past...his pain. That is why he chose to return and protect his real mother. Although, he never referred to them as his parents because they had never told him to; they hated when Fahad called them mother and father.Fahad's father was a stern man. He had kept Fahad and his mother locked up in a secluded house in Murree. And, after that phase and his new family's betrayal, he had learned that the guilty had to pay. This is why he hid his mother away, hid so many people. He wanted to help. Now, he just hoped that Mehreen would realize this reasoning and decide to stay.He really wanted to save her.
An hour-long drive finally led to an old orphanage built near the riverside of Rawalpindi. Uncle, Papa and the Chief were the ones visiting this place. One day had already passed, and I was really hoping for this place to help me in making my decision. Rehana and Sarah were waiting.Walking inside the huge orphanage, which comprised of a huge white building and a lush green garden, I kept a few feet behind the men and looked around at the children playing in the garden; they seemed so young and lonely. Places like these reminded me of how ungrateful I had always been. Sigh!"May I help you?" The warden now stepped forward, seeing us enter the building; she was wearing thin eye frames and looked rather old. Papa and the rest of the men had already walked away into the corridor, while I nodded.Taking a deep breath, I stepped forward and politely shook hands with the woman. "W-we are here to get information about a young boy 'Fahad' you took in a few years ago. Do you remember him?" I go