The Indiscernible World

She walked a long distance and stopped before the door, which was an old wooden entryway.

"What's behind this door?" she asked herself.

"The entry to another world," somebody answered from neighboring, and she could only listen to the voice.

"Your World," that voice again emerges that was recognizable to her.

"Really???" she replied with enthusiasm.

*****

Three weeks earlier:

"It's me; open the door," said the voice from the other side. A teenage girl was wearing a long dress and free pants with a scarf around her neck and dashed towards the door, which she opened with a lovely grin. A man stood there wearing a shirt and slacks, holding a laptop bag in one hand and ice cream in the other. The man handed her an ice cream cone.

"It's my favorite flavor, Dad; I love you," she replied.

"I love you too, my wonderful daughter," he added as he removed his shoes and placed them on the shoe rack.

"Come with me, Ahlaam," he said to Ahlaam, who was still standing near the door and was pondering when to eat it, now or after dinner.

*****

Umaiza, the mother of Ahlaam, was serving the nourishment at the dining table. Waqas, Umaiza, Ahlaam, and Zeenat bibi (the grandma of Ahlaam) were sitting around the table.

They all were eating in silence when Ibrahim broke the quiet

"Ahlaam," he was finding words.

She ceased her hand and looked at her father with addressed eyes.

"My daughter, I will attempt my best.... that we all have a visit but ...." he halted and looked at her daughter, who was gazing at him with examined eyes.

"I will be incapable of bearing that as I am already bearing many costs." he wrapped up.

She looked at her mother with a pitiful confront who was tuning in to the complete discussion and knew what would happen next. In this whole scene, grandma was silent and had finished the meal.

*****

It was midnight. She was lying on her bed and gazing at the fan in the room. A tear falls by her cheeks on her pillow.

Why can't we manage the cost of the visit?

For what reason do we want cash to see this world?

Why??.

Many questions emerged in her intellect at a time, and she was incapable of replying. She cleaned her tears with her delicate hands. "Grandma," she called with a crying voice, who was dozing close to her.

"Grandma," she said once more. When she didn't get an answer after the third time, she got up to see her as her face was towards the door. She saw her creased face that had seen the brutal substance of the world and encountered the preliminaries of life. She kissed on her brow, passed a smile on her, and returned to sleep as it was school tomorrow.

*****

"Ahlaam, it's for you" Zara gave her a wrapped gift when she was sitting under the shady tree at break time. Zara sat next to her and was consistently grinning.

"Thanks, Zara," she included putting a grin on her face.

"Thanks??" her eyes became wide.

"Don't thank me; give me my gift" she made one hand towards Ahlaam to take her gift and another on her waist.

"But why? I mean, why have you given me this, is today any special day?" she asked.

"Wait," she said while investigating her eyes like a government operative.

"Something is upsetting you, and… you are attempting to conceal it from me, Right (Zara's favorite word)?" she finished her spying result.

"Well (she was following her finger on the grass), I need to go for a trip this vacation, but my dad can't manage the cost of it," she admitted.

"You need to go out traveling, Right? You can't do," she said like a covert operative.

"Not again," she murmured.

"You say something, correct? Zara grimaced at her.

"Nothing," she said speedily.

"Alright (she said with a smart psyche), I have an answer for this issue," she added.

"Really!" she was not expecting Zara have an answer as well.

She was waiting for the solution that her covert agent, Zara, planned to tell her.

"My friend, the solution is to envision, only envision," she said with a forceful voice.

"What do you mean, Zara? I am not getting your point," she couldn't comprehend.

A wind breeze hit their face hard, yet the two were only ignorant about the climate.

"Remember, Ahlaam, our creative mind is perpetual; it is unending, so envision where you need to go." She halted and investigated her eyes regardless of whether she got her point.

"I don't know what you are trying to say," she was confused.

"One day, you will get my point," she stopped this theme.

"Your most important question was why I have given you this gift, Right?" she changed the point.

"Yes, "she answered.

"So you have failed to remember what is today?" she admonished.

"No, no allowed me to think," she answered.

"Today is Wednesday (shut her eyes), yet why have you given me a gift for celebrating Wednesday (open her eyes)? Zara was looking at her like a Dracula.

"Try not to see me like this; I know today is the day when we become friends four years ago, right (behave like Zara)?" That's what she knew.

"Well, thank God you recollect whether I planned to kill you," she thanked.

"I have likewise purchased a present for you; I will bring it tomorrow," she guaranteed.

The chime rang, and the two advanced toward the study hall.

Ahlaam didn't have the foggiest idea about her life would change when she knew the mystery behind the creative mind.

*****

"Mom, grandma, I am home," she roared while entering the home.

She put off her shoes and put her bag pack on the sofa. She entered the lounge when Umaiza and Zeenat bibi were having a discussion.

"How was the day at school?" asked mother.

She sat on the couch and said, "Pleasant day, mother, only four days left in my vacation," she said happily.

"Ahlaam, we both will begin gardening on vacation, alright?" Grandma made sense of her arrangement.

"Whatever you may desire, my young grandma," she said with a devilish grin.

"My naughty child, "she chuckled and tossed a grin.

"Ahlaam, change your uniform, then we will have lunch together," mother instructed Ahlaam and moved toward the kitchen.

*****

"Mom, grandma, Zara had gifted me something," she said while sitting at the dining table.

"What is the thing?" the two of them inquired.

"I don't have any idea; I had not opened it yet," she answered and poured some sauce on her plate.

She began eating and bit the food.

"I think (she swallows the bite), there would be a book of outsiders, or of a dark opening or any mysterious thing about space," she said bafflingly.

"I figure you shouldn't overthink and simply open that gift," grandma suggested.

"Yeah, you are correct," she was all the while pondering the book.

"Mom," she said inevitably.

"Yes, my adoration," she answered.

"Mom, why were you not saying something when father said that we won't trip? You were taking a gander at me," she griped respectfully.

"Since I understand what will be your response, at first you stunned and afterward you become upset and cried (she halted)

"you wonder why this is all happening to me then when you become worn out on questions, contemplate something different, or you like to rest," she said covertly.

Ahlaam was gazing at her amazingly.

She proceeded, "The following day, you talked about the matter with Zara, and Zara gave you the arrangement, Right?"

"Thus, what is the solution Zara gave you this time" she inquired.

"She said, "Simply envision" she was still in the condition of shock.

"Oh… pleasant arrangement," she said.

"For what reason are you stunned? Don't you realize that a mom deeply understands her kid" she grinned.

"I know, but I think these all are not reality, but now I trust this reality," she admitted.

"Mom, you said Zara had given me a good decision, but it's nothing more than idealism," she said.

"I don't think so," she replied.

"Mom, do you believe in these fantasies and daydreaming?" she asked.

"Everyone believes, and not only they believe they are living there, almost all the time," she said and smiled.

"Seriously?" she said shockingly.

"Yeah! As you know, everyone has some desires, and those people live in a world where they have accomplished all the desires and are living a peaceful life with no hurdles or troubles," she explained.

"It's so childish; it sounds like a fairy tale," she gave her opinion.

"It's your view; ok, leave it and finish your meal," mom closed the topic.

She completed her meal and cleaned up.

"Mom, I will sleep," she said sluggishly.

*****

She woke up and got up on her bed. Her hand was on her mouth, and she was ceaselessly yawning. She took a gander at the clock; it was five p.m. She put her feet in the slipper and went to the washroom. After a while, she returned with a new face, opened her bag pack, and took out the gift. It was rectangular and well-wrapped with gift paper. She tore the gift paper and tracked down a case, and found a wand in it, a coffee brown wooden wand with a little red button on the top. She was taking a gander at the wand through and through, pondering its purpose.

"Why had Zara gifted me this?" she asked.

"I don't have the idea, Ahlaam; you ought to get your work done first," her mind answered.

"You are correct," she shared and put the wand back in the case and in the study table drawer.

"She didn't know I would change her life," the wand in the drawer said.

*****