AN UNTOLD STORY

At night I thought about the café boy. Maa was sitting beside her workplace making crisps. I asked myself to tell maa about the boy. Then after long thoughts I went to maa. I sat beside her with a take with the wall. Then I started "maa I want to tell something." She said with a smile on her face "hmm." Then I stated the whole story of what happened that day. Maa was still working but she was listening with great attention. I could see it on her face. When I completed I said "what should I do? Can I trust him?" then I showed her the name tag that was on the apron of the boy. I was able to take his nametag somehow without letting him get alerted. The name tag was having a name of "Abdul Salaam Ibn-e-Ahaad". My mom gazed at the name tag. Then she answered my question, smiling, by nodding in acceptance. She asked "why I've let you to trust him?" I said "don't know" She said "because I trust him." I was confused. I asked her "how can you trust a person by just listening to his story he told me." She said "I didn't trust him after listening his story. He is the son of my beloved younger sister. She ran away from the house due to the cruelty of my dad on her. We both loved each other. She had been sending letters to me. She wrote me letters after every week. She shared everything with me. I shared my problems with her and she shared her part of problems with me. You remember that when there was complete bankrupt in our house we weren't able to eat food for 2-3 days. I lied that I had been saving money. It was she, my sister Sofia, who sent money for help which SHE was saving. She even asked me about her marriage that should she do it now or not. Also she told the name of his son and her husband. Then almost one and a half years before she told me that Abdul Salaam has started working in a café. That's why I trust that boy. All the things suit up that boy which Sofia stated about his son in the letters. We were called the best sisters in our time. I don't know when I will meet her. After she ran away she only had been a pen-friend of mine. We never met after she ran away." I was listening these words very attentively and every word was shocking for me. It was an untold story for me. I asked maa "why didn't you tell me this before? "maa replied "I didn't want you to get in trouble finding your aunt and that boy, Abdul Salaam." Then I said at the end of her speech, "you will meet aunt Sofia if that boy is really a son of aunt." I went to the rug and I dozed off.