MP3 - Molded Purity, Meaningly Precious, Moderately Pious - Nazia Tarannum (best biographies to read .TXT) 📗

Chapter 1 : Meeting The arrogant stranger

As salamu alaikum, this is my first novel and I hope you people enjoy the story. I have not edited the story so please do ignore the typing errors and enjoy the story.

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Sila's POV

It is a beautiful sunny morning here in Bangalore. The day looked so beautiful, like the sky was welcoming the glory of the sunlight from the clouds. I was admiring the beauty of the nature from the window of my apartment and sipping on my coffee.

I slipped the coffee mug from my hand is when I heard my mom calling for me, Sila are you not getting late for college. I came back to reality from my thoughts and checked the time on the clock which showed 8:00 am. I am going to be late to college; I immediately cleaned the coffee stains and rushed to get ready to college.

I dressed up quickly and decided on a long purple top with blue leggings and a blue hijab. When I rushed down stairs and greeted my parents, "as-salamu alaikum ammi and abba".

My ammi (Zarina Ahmed) is a housewife, she had always put in her best effort in keeping our small and lovely family happy and in giving me and my elder brother Faizan good taleem* in deen* and the worldly affairs.

My abba (Yousuf Ahmed) is a business man. He owns a construction company named Yousuf and Son's Construction Corporation (YCC). My abba have always been a busy man as he has to be travelling frequently for his business, but he made sure he also spent some quality time with me and Faizan bhai. Since I am the youngest kid I have always been pampered by ammi abba and Faizan bhai.

Faizan bhai is presently doing his masters in civil engineering from Brunel University London. It's been one and half year since Faizan bhai left to London for his studies. Faizan bhai being my elder brother was very protective about me. Even in school days if any boy/girl in our school would bully me for my overweight Faizan bhai would make sure that boy/girl would apologise to me and never repeat the same again.

I loved and missed bhai a lot when I used to feel depressed because of my overweight problem and peoples comments on it.

"Walikum as Salam Silah, what took you so long, are you not keeping well"??

"I am Alhamdulillah doing good ammi; I don't know how I missed checking on the time today. I will head to college now and first will be going to Ayesha's place and from there we shall head to college".

Ayesha is my BFF*, we have been knowing each other since our 6th grade in school and since then we took up the same course in PUC* and our graduation. Ayesha is a bold, beautiful, charming and sensible girl. She has always been there during my tough times.

I grabbed a paratha* from the kitchen and rushed towards the door, "ok ammi I am leaving Allah hafiz", and then I rush toward Ayesha's house. Ayesha's house is just 10 minutes walk from mine. On the way I was still admiring the beauty of Bangalore city, it is a beautiful day out here and something looks different today. I was not able to figure out what was exactly the difference, but there was something which I could feel in me.

I was in my deep thoughts is when I rushed into a man who was carrying a bouquet of white lilies, "oh Allah, I am so sorry, I am so sorry, it's my fault" I started to collect the flowers that were on the footpath now.

"Are you blind, can't you look ahead and walk". These were the words that came from his mouth and I was shocked to hear him being so rude. "I....I... said..... I am sorry", I started to stammer once I heard his bold and manly voice.

"Whatever you ruined those beautiful flowers and my day too". I was shocked to hear him telling I ruined his day. I agree I ruined those flowers but his day??

I lifted my head from the ground and met his eyes. I was stunned to see the man in front of me. He was smart, tall, well built; he had those amazing blue coloured eyes which were looking at me with anger in them. He cleared his throat and I came back to my senses and reality and stood up as I picked those flowers.

I handed him those flowers and apologized again, "I am really sorry for ruining the flowers". He was staring at me from top to bottom and I was feeling a little awkward, and then he spoke again

"You have already ruined them so your sorry is not helpful". I was getting irritated by his behaviour now, though he was smart handsome, he had a lot of arrogance in him. I was not able to tolerate any more false words from him mouth, so I just handed him those flowers and headed towards Ayesha's house.

On my way I was only thinking about this arrogant smart guy, wait did I tell him smart.... Of course he was smart but filled with lots of arrogance and disrespect.

I rang the doorbell of Ayesha's house, and her younger brother Hameed opened the door. Hameed is in his 8th grade and is a very smart kid and good at cricket, I always felt like he is my younger brother. "As salamu alaikum Hameed where is Ayesha?", "Walaikum as Salam Sila didi, Ayesha appi is in her room, come in". On my way to Ayesha's room I greeted Ayesha's mom Sumaiya aunty and her dad Zubair uncle.

Zubair uncle and my abba had been childhood friends, me and Ayesha got to know each other only from our 6th grade when Ayesha joined my school, till then we were only hi-bye friends as we used to meet only in few occasions.

I knocked on Ayesha's room door and waited for few minutes and then she opened the door. "As salamu alaikum Ayesha, why are you not yet ready for college??"

"Walikum as Salam Sila, I am in no mood to go to college today, because I haven't completed Miss. Anny's assignment yet and I don't want to face her today". "Oh Ayesha u being so silly now, only for her assignment you want to miss our design seminar today and you know I have been waiting for this seminar from past a month". I have a keen interest in designing and our college have organized a two day design seminar which was to be conducted by the young and talented architect named Saad Malik.

Saad Malik was twenty five years and is a famous architect who have designed many famous buildings in Chicago, Florida, Texas and in middle east cities. I have read few things about his life like he owns his own architectural firm in Texas named "Malik Architects and Engineers". I tried a lot to browse more about his personal life and just got information about his schooling and college and read that he had won the youngest architect award.

I also tried to get a look at his picture; unfortunately there were no photos of this man. I was little exited to meet this person and learn more from him.

"Now come on get ready in less than ten minutes and meet me down stairs and don't worry about the assignment I have your assignment completed", I tell this and wink at her and she is surprised by my words. "What when did u do my assignment Sila, you know you are such a sweetheart and I owe you a treat for this", she tells this and jumps over me for a hug. "Ok ok Ayesha we are already late so get ready fast".

I walk downstairs where Hameed and Sumaiya aunty (Ayesha's mom) where having their breakfast in the dining hall. I walk towards them and Sumaiya aunty tells me to join them for breakfast, "Sila beta come have breakfast with us, I have prepared your favourite dahi vada".

"Thanks aunty I just had my breakfast and I am already filled". I actually regretted for not having those yummy dahi vada and Sumaiya aunty prepares the world best dahi vada's.

I was talking to Hameed about his upcoming cricket tournament in his school, where his team was playing for state level and he was the captain of his cricket team and I must tell you he is an all-rounder in cricket.

I was having small talks with Sumaiya aunty about our upcoming placements in our college. "So Sila beta what have you thought about your future like after finishing your college studies", "aunty I wanted to become an interior designer and want to do a crash course in interior designing and simultaneous work under a good architectural firm".

"Sila beta have you even thought about getting married and settling down, because you and Ayesha are already twenty two years and I and your ammi think it is the right age to get married".

I get so obsessed and pissed with the topic of marriage, I don't know if it is because of my overweight or because of the responsibility that comes with the marriage. I think it's my overweight problem, where in people think young girls who are overweight are not suitable for marriage. I had few proposals earlier where the guy's family declined the proposal due to my overweight problem.

Since then I had no interest in getting married because I believe no other creature of Allah have the rights to disrespect his creature. I at times even wondered if Allah is really made some one for me, as they tell marriages are made in heaven, who would accept me the way I am and admire my inner beauty and not my appearance.

"Aunty I am not ready for marriage as of now and I also told ammi the same". I was wondering what's taking Ayesha so long, and I just wanted to run away from this conversation, because I know Sumaiya aunty would not drop this topic so easily.

"Sila i am ready lets go". Uffff thanks Allah that Ayesha came in on the right time. "Ayesha have your breakfast and then we can leave, I can wait till then".

"Thanks Sila i was craving to have those dahi vada". Once Ayesha finishes her breakfast we greet Hameed and Sumaiya aunty Allah hafiz and head toward college in Ayesha's activa bike.

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Taleem - It is a Urdu word which means education and training in english.

Deen - It is a Arabic word commonly related to Islam.

BFF - Stands for Best Friends Forever.

PUC - Stands for Pre -University College. It is a two years cousrse in India taken after 10th grade.

Paratha - It is an Indian bread which is a thick piece of unleavened bread fried on a griddle.

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Hi there I hope you people liked it. This is gonna be my first novel and would require your love and support........please do comment, share and vote.

Your opinions are always welcomed........lots of love.

Naziatarannum ^^ :-)

 

Chapter 2: The most awaited seminar

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Sila's POV

We reached college in about fifteen