Sigh in the Silence

Assalam alaikum, readers! May you have ears to hear sighs in mourning silence:

It is like sharing a very deep never mended wound of my life experience when I saw and met that lady.Her name was Chanda, as she told me and she hailed from outskirt village area of Faisalabad, a large industrial district of Punjab. She was a good student of arts at a local school having all qualities of a performing artist. The child was her daughter from her first husband, at the age of 20. She wanted to admit her daughter to an orphanage but due to the presence of live parents the organization was not allowing it. Chanda was there to seek some approach for the purpose. I promised her to arrange her meeting with the higher ups but on a condition to tell me truth about the child's circumstances of getting rid of such a pretty girl. She invited me on a cup of tea at a local restaurant that evening and there I was within no time.( From here I'd narrate the story from her own mouth for my reader's convenience):

Dear friend, I would call you a friend on a very first personal meeting because it's years time that someone's caught my heart, someone could read my eyes someone has heard cries in my silence. So dear friend, I don't know whether you would like to throw a next sight on me after knowing about me but even then I'll not hide anything from you. I belong to a respectable Malik family. My father was an engineer working abroad. We were rich enough to be envied and this was the reason that my mother, along with my two younger brothers and one sister, would never allow us to go out without her and our loyal care taker,baba g. I was the eldest and the whole village would praise me for my beauty and grooming. Life was like a Cinderella's dream but you know dreams have to end and when I woke up it was all desert around me. I was 14 when I was shaken to know that my father had an accident and his dead body would be reaching us soon. 

All gone and buried with his body, every relation was meant for his wealth. One day my mother woke me up midnight and she dragged me desperately to her bedroom. I was half asleep and wanted to know the reason but she laid me down on the mattress and went immediately back to fetch my sister. 

I was confused because it never happened before but I slept again, any way. Morning was as strange as the last night when I woke up and saw that all of us were in the same room. I asked mother whether it was some thief or robber in the house or what else has happened, and the reply she gave with tearful eyes was shocking for me. She said that she will never let her husband's honour down even at the cost of life and that she is sending me and brothers to the hostels and shifting herself with the youngest one to her mother. I could not understand properly but that some body is after our lives for my father's money. But I could not imagine this happening in the presence of my paternal uncles.

Chanda stopped here took a deep breath and whispered " WHO KNEW IT WAS WATCHMAN, NOT THIEF, WHO BROKE IN"....!

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