Do not grieve, indeed Allah is with us.
Zoya Akhtar p.o.v
" I am so proud of you Zoya, " my teacher, who is in her mid 40s, hugged me tightly .
With tear filled eyes I hug her back , I have worked so hard for this , I couldn't believe I got it.
" You should go and tell your Amma " she patted my head .
Nodding tears fell but I had the brightest smile on my face .
Getting on my bicycle , I searched for my mother in the field .
Squinting my eyes from sun rays , I peddle my cycle faster .
" Ammaa….. Ammaa.." I screamed running in the field , my mother was plucking plants .
Stopping from my leg , my bicycle came to halt . Falling it aside I ran to my mother with the biggest smile on my face .
My leg dug into deep mud but I didn't care. I wanted to hug my mother .
" Amma .." I painte
