sunehra_sokwala

Presenting Zainab Hassan, who has a fair complexion and is plump and vivacious. Her hair, which she wears a hijab over, is darker than the gloomy evenings. a set of glasses that are usually worn on her symmetrical face, perfectly forming her nose and concealing her stunning grey eyes. Her presence is not anyday the talk of the town as with an average height and weight she can usually go unseen by many. Though she does not fit the description of being fat, she tries to lose weight and wonders what it is be skinny and naturally beautiful just like her friends.

However, it is said that beauty is subjective and that God is the best judge of beauty. Zainab might not be aware of this proverb because, like many of us, she is self-conscious about the way she looks. In the world where being beautiful and skinny is the mostly a way of making money, Zainab is oblivious of her actual beauty which is her amazing character, helpful nature and a beautiful soul in which her Lord resides.

Tragedy can not strike twice right? Wrong! For Zainab it has. A huge incident has taken place in her life. If that is not enough, she now has to go and stay at her relative's place.

However, there is a catch! She will live there not as a family member but as a maid.Though strange but true, there comes a time when our own loved ones can neglect us and backstab us.

Tommorow is her first day as a maid in her own realtives house....join her to know what circumstance and tragedy led her to where she is and how her life unfolds.

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Every smile has a backstory that deserves to be shared.

Let's see how Zainab's journey turns out to be.
Possibly a new house? New people?

What will happen? Will some people love her and others not?

The Day He Came, Everything Changed

Why judge people when you don't know their story?


It's been 5 years but it feels like it just happened yesterday with a blink of an eye everything changes, life is full of surprises and life is short but at the end, life goes on. We all have to move on and that's the step I took after whatever happened. I moved to Malaysia for studies and stuff.


I was almost done with my packing-which is always last minute, seriously this bad habit of mine. I stared at my clothes, I took and packed all of them since I will be going back home forever to India. My homeland but I will miss my roommates, my fun days but that's the life we have social apps to be in touch.


I stared at pictures of my family, sometimes you don't realize some stuff until you move away.


Distance makes the heart grow fonder but does it always work?


From the day I came here, I missed them every single day. I wished they had come with me or I had been with them but I had to move on after whatever happened.


Chapter 9 I want to know her