Chapter 8

Finally, we found a place for you to stay, Maha. It may not be an ideal abode, but it is relatively comfortable, and you can reside here peacefully for a few days. I have taken care of all the necessary arrangements, so there is no need to worry. Here's my mobile number; if you encounter any issues, feel free to contact me directly. Aban spoke all this in one breath.

Maha was at a loss for words, overwhelmed by gratitude, and she humbly said, "I don't know how to express my thanks; thank you so much. But please remember, all this is a favor, and I will repay this debt, Fakhria style."

"Okay, fine. For now, you go and rest, and we'll talk later. Good night," Aban bid farewell and left.

As Maha entered her room alone, she couldn't help but wonder what she was doing amidst unfamiliar people in an unfamiliar place. How did she end up here? Who is responsible for her current state? Whom should she blame? She couldn't bring herself to trust a stranger like Aban, but she felt compelled to seek his help. Without his assistance, what other options did she have? Sleeping on the streets, exposed to dangers like stray dogs or possible kidnapping? Or worse, falling victim to someone's malice? No, seeking his aid was a small assurance, a way to comfort herself.

After pondering, she began to perform her ablutions and started praying.

Suddenly, the thought struck her, was she going to worship the same Allah who had left her all alone? In this vast world, she was all by herself, without anyone to call her own or from whom she could seek help. Those whom she considered her own had abandoned her. Was this the justice of that same Allah, who is said to be impartial and fair, who doesn't treat people unjustly? If He truly has more love for us than seventy mothers, then where is this love now? If such love exists, where is it hiding? For if she had a mother, she would never abandon her, not even in the direst of circumstances. What kind of love is this that Allah claims to have?

Lost in contemplation, she gently folded her prayer mat, her eyes filled with tears, and she gazed at her empty hands with deep introspection.

Good morning, Maha.

Aban, you arrived so early in the morning, and you're already up.

Yes, I brought breakfast for you, I apologize for not asking about it last night.

"No, no, the hotel staff already provided me with food," Maha replied.

"Okay, that's good. By the way, how was your night here? I mean, did you face any issues?" Aban inquired.

"No, no, everything went well, Alhamdulillah," Maha assured.

"All right then, tell me what your plan is from here. I mean, will you continue staying in this hotel, or do you have other plans?" Aban asked.

"I don't know; I have nothing here, and I think if I find some small job, I'll do it and then shift to a girls' hostel. Renting a hotel is expensive, you know," Maha explained.

"I understand; it might be a bit challenging to find a job with just an FSC qualification, but let's see; I'll try to help. Anyway, I have to go now; you stay here, and I'll see what I can find. We'll meet in the evening, okay? Goodbye," Aban said and left.

Now, I'll have to spend the entire day in this hotel room. What will I do? I have nothing with me; no laptop, no mobile phone, and no tasks to keep myself occupied. She sighed loudly, feeling a bit lost.

Suddenly, she stepped out onto the street, and all around her was a chaotic world with people bustling everywhere. She found it strange and overwhelming. While walking on the footpath, she felt overwhelmed and decided to stop at one side and looked around in wonder, wondering what to do now.

Then, a man selling pakoras (Pakistani snacks) on the street called out, "Hey, girl, do you want some tea?"

"No, uncle, I don't need anything," she replied.

The man insisted, "Come here, dear. Do you have some problem? If you have any issue, I can help."

She went closer to him, feeling surprised. The man had only one hand, but he was skillfully selling pakoras with one hand and dealing with customers with a warm smile.

"Take these pakoras, dear, I won't take any money from you," he said in a kind manner.

She hesitantly took the pakoras from the man's one hand and observed him with curious eyes. He was managing everything so well with just one hand, and he dealt with people so gracefully.