"Wake up mom, I am so alone!" numb heart uttered.

Lone sigh turned into chuffed smile when she received the call of her; a dearest friend, a school companion, a coaching mate and one of her best amigo, 'Ciliya.'

"Are you coming, Zumrah?"

Forwarding towards the kitchen, she replied, "No!"

"Well Ciliya, you too get ready to welcome me with a bowl of Maggie." and served herself a plate of Biryani but unfortunately forgot to turn off the burner.

"Okay will catch you soon." Ciliya said.

"Adieu Dear!" she replied.

"Hey hey, please save me!" Painfully, she called for the people, "Ciliya! Ciya! Mom! Dad! Anyone, please!"

"Joyous moment came to an end,

'Goodbye' replied by her friend,

Unsound death knell was sent,

Smile was returned which she'd lent!"

The lower half of attire enveloping her body, ignited with the emission of the deadly pain which could be felt by observing the white big round blisters and last remaining or memory; pink-black outlined jacket of Zayn too burnt in the flames of anguished farewell, "Thanks to her hero, her dad who saved her hair and her face to smile which directed her journey towards one more mile.''

Sheet of conducive blisters so substituted the treacherous clothes that her burnt body was flourishing in the presence of dew drops of agony and scars.

"Mom, I am so alone, Please wake me up." unconscious body uttered.

She woke up encompassed by the talkative ladies which felt deadlier than anything.

Applying ointment on burnt fingers, mother consoled her pain, making her believe that "She's not alone." half of her pain shared by her mother.

"Lofty smile easily appeared,

With calm fashion, she cleared;

Eyes sparkled with unshed tears,

Grandeur hugs escaped all her fears;

Could only pondered,

When mother is alive;

All pains are set to fly!"

At daytime, relatives and friends visited her regularly, neither of them were able to medicate her wounds except her heartbeat her mother who has been in pain of fatal diseases since 16 years.

Victim of fatal diseases and high dozed medicines, she sacrificed so much for her daughters so as to see them enjoying every bit of happiness."

Unable to walk and talk, Zumrah was supported by her willingness to appear in the ISC examination.

"One month on bed,

She used to hit her head;

Sedative pills were no more her lullaby,

Sleepiness and comfort all replied, buh bye;

One sheet of cloth,

Covered body?

Concealed pain?

Yes both!"

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Murmuring the lines, "Tujhse naraz nahi zindagi, Hairaan hoon main." she borne the unbearable taste of medicines, talks of visitors and sweet dishes which nauseated her badly.

Half of a month spent like whale engulfed her body and left over days boosted her soul growth, no sooner did, she accepted the incident, than each blister dried up leaving the achievement marks.

Insomniac eyes wiped all her tears scribbling some consoling emotions "Everything happens for a reason. Why can't we make out this nature's sign?

It's fine! Fine! Fine!

Someday, somewhere, someone would definitely call me his mine!"

One night when she got so hurt in the expectations of days and times that she prayed for quickest recovery call and planned to attend the Christmas fair with her cousin, Diya, a great listener.

Next morning, she somehow washed her hair, applied medicine on lesions and wore fitted black jeans and woolly red jacket and adorned her hair beauty by making curles and putted on makeup to enhance the smile gifted by her hero.

"Thankyou God!" she beamed.

Fair, a place of colourful smiles and joys,

Blessings were again ready to be sent;

Free and mustered air,

Colours and foods were ready to serve her a tasty care;

Blissful mood and company of her good friend, 'Amy'

She abled to recovere her pains which were many."

Returning home, a bag of memories and a stick of flute helped her alot to enroute.

Addressing to her mom, Zumrah says "I have to get into preparations for boards, wake up me up early in the morning."

"All right my valiant daughter"

She finally joins her school and fully enjoyed it for it was her last year in her campus. Friends, teachers, canteen were considered as the blessings of new birth; that was the month of January when she cried in agony of mirth.

Because life is not a synonym to struggle, But a process of interlaced chords of learning and growing.

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