Married to Mr. Mafia by Nusrat Jahan (books for 10th graders TXT) 📗
- Author: Nusrat Jahan
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Kindness is a mark of faith, and whoever has no kindness has no faith. - Prophet Muhammad (sallallahu alaihi wasallam)
AMIRA SULTAN P.O.V
"Good Morning Students!" I greeted another class as a substitute teacher since one of my colleague is absent .
" Good Morning, Teacher! " They all stood up rhyming in union .
A small smile appeared on my lip " How were the holidays? Did you have a nice time?"
" Yeah! It was fantastic, Madam; I went to Karachi with my family " one of the students said cheerfully.
" That’s excellent. So today you all have to write about your summer vacation all right " I clap to motivate them.
" Sure Madam " they all cheered taking out there stencils and copy .
" So you all- "
" Amira ! Chi chi Amira " I furrowed my both eyebrows at the voice of my annoying best friend peeping from the door .
" What !" I whispered/ yelled .
" Come here " she signed with her both hands like bunny paws .
Walking towards her I rolled my eyes at her silly behaviour " what " I lean on the door frame .
" After lunch , we will go to watch movies, okay '' she giggled excitedly .
'' No I don't like movies, you know that beside I have work at home " her face fell .
" Sorry " I added with tight smile .
" Always a spoil sport " she mumbled and about to go when Principal ma'am called my name.
"Amira Sultan came to the principal office '' I immediately straightened myself when I heard my name in the speaker.
Seher look at me in surprise " what have you done now "
I shrugged my shoulder innocently " I have no idea "
" Please look at the class till I come back "
Seher signed me to go. I nodded as I walked out of the class ..... Praying to Allah s.w.t that I don't get into trouble which surprisingly I get most of the time .
Biting my lips nervously I knock on the door .
" Come in '' I heard Mrs Samiya's voice.
I entered the room only to knock the statue by my elbow. I tried to catch it but damn it fell on the floor with a loud sound .
I close my eyes in relief, glad that it's not made of glass .
I picked it up just then I heard my principal " welcome Miss. Amira " she said her back is facing me while she is turning some pages .
I frown " How do you know it's me '' I raised my eyebrows .
She chuckled, turning around " well you are the only teacher of the school who has broken something as soon as you come to my office " she leaned on her chair sitting comfortably .
I look up remembering every time I enter her office .
" Good morning ma- opm hp... " I slipped and knocked all the paper from his desk.
" You call me mis - oh no " I accidentally spilled the coffee .
" May I come Ma'am I just want to sub- " someone came from behind unintentionally scaring the everything out of me ... I knocked the vase which shattered into pieces on the ground .
I look at her with an awkward smile " you called me " I asked shamelessly . Miss Samiya is in her mid 50s yet looks so much younger than other women .
" Yes... But today I am not angry, " she smiled, giving me an envelope.
I baffled while taking the envelope " what's this '' I asked opening it .
She had a proud smile on her face " check it out by yourself"
I felt my eyes come out of its socket. " I got a chance to become a Montessori teacher in one of the best schools in Pakistan. " I squeal in happiness .
She chuckled" yes you did I am proud of you Amira" I looked up when she took my first name .
" Thank you" I went to hug her . She is not just my principal but also my mother's best friend. That's why she tolerates all my nonsense .
She cleared her throat. " I am your principal, " she tried to act sternly but failed miserably when I gave her a bright smile .
" I promised I will work really hard and make you proud '' I told her with determination .
She put hand on my head " Insha Allah , May Allah s.w.t bless you and give you success in this life and hereafter "
Hearing these tears filled my eyes overwhelmed .
I entered my other work place since a teaching job isn't enough for my and my family's survival so I entered happily with a dreamy smile on my face .
I got a promotion FINALLY now I am one step ahead of my dream .
I clasp my hand dreamily " life will be so amazing "
Suddenly someone put wiping clothes on my shoulder " you are late , stop dreaming and move your hand quickly '' Mrs. Azim gave me a stern look " but I bake cake here "
" Yeah staff hasn't come yet , you have to clean all the table before customer comes " with that she walked away
Meet Mrs . Azim must be in her late 30s , smiling is not one of her talents but yes when she gets angry you can see live smoke coming out of her nose and ear clearly .
I frown at the direction she went , she always orders me around . I mean she works here too but she orders everyone like she is the boss .
I took off the wipe from my shoulder " one day... I will be so successful that I will own this place and order you around just wait and see " I hiss at her direction .
" Amira ". She shouted my name .
My eyes widened " coming coming here I am " I ran inside frantically .
She glared at me '' what the hell took you so long "
Before I could open my mouth she beat me to it .
" Go clean all the tables after that there are 3 cakes you have to bake" with that she walked away .
I sigh till my dream doesn't come true I need to work in this Bakery shop
The time went fast as I took orders on the phone for a wedding , wiped the table and as usual .
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