Recently, I have met people walking down the street with an opinion that is staunchly against the Pakistan Military. I have been thwarted by many men that have devoured books of history and what not. They tell me that I stand in no position of speaking on such a topic. I can't help but agree. Living for two decades and showing interest in things far from my domain doesn't automatically instill within me the understanding of such issues. Although, the average man that dwells on the worn out roads of this country carries an opinion. As for me, I am afraid to form one being so ill-informed. However, that does not stop me from coveting such a collection of knowledge.
Long live the power of not breaking down under pressure. I continue to maintain the tradition of picking the books up during the final couple weeks before exam. These days are meant to be exclusively for my books and I. Every second bears importance of caliber unmatched. I cannot afford any hindrance, distraction or thing.
"I am taking your red shalwar kameez out, change into them before the guests arrive," mother spoke to me with her back to us while she dug my closet.
"Guests?" I questioned staring at Guyton.
"Yes, some people are coming."
"Why do I need to be there? I have an exam. I can't possibly waste time. You know how crucial this time is for me Maa."
"I know, but we can't just say no to people who ask to come over."
"All right, who are they?"
"The guy is a military man, a possible suit for you, his family is coming over."
The expression of disapproval that Mania and I were initially exchanging spontaneously changed to one of twisted excitement and a thumbs up from my side and a wink from hers. Of course, amma still had her back to us.
"I know it's considered inappropriate for girls to be questioning too much but who referred them to us?" I fluently asked before amma could walk out of the room.
"Your Maami."
"But weren't they against the army?"
"That's not important," saying that amma left.
"This certainly proves it ain't a matter of significance," I uttered to myself in sarcastic ambiguity and was distracted thinking about the stance of Army and screwed my text book for Physiology.
Long live the power of not breaking down under pressure. I continue to maintain the tradition of picking the books up during the final couple weeks before exam. These days are meant to be exclusively for my books and I. Every second bears importance of caliber unmatched. I cannot afford any hindrance, distraction or thing.
"I am taking your red shalwar kameez out, change into them before the guests arrive," mother spoke to me with her back to us while she dug my closet.
"Guests?" I questioned staring at Guyton.
"Yes, some people are coming."
"Why do I need to be there? I have an exam. I can't possibly waste time. You know how crucial this time is for me Maa."
"I know, but we can't just say no to people who ask to come over."
"All right, who are they?"
"The guy is a military man, a possible suit for you, his family is coming over."
The expression of disapproval that Mania and I were initially exchanging spontaneously changed to one of twisted excitement and a thumbs up from my side and a wink from hers. Of course, amma still had her back to us.
"I know it's considered inappropriate for girls to be questioning too much but who referred them to us?" I fluently asked before amma could walk out of the room.
"Your Maami."
"But weren't they against the army?"
"That's not important," saying that amma left.
"This certainly proves it ain't a matter of significance," I uttered to myself in sarcastic ambiguity and was distracted thinking about the stance of Army and screwed my text book for Physiology.
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