Muskaan pov:

if silence is meant to be the best for all situations...then why we all get so hurt when people dont talk to us??
The silence keeps killing us. We want to hear her voice just once. Its like we are nothing without them.

Why does it happen in life that when we happy that happiness is taken away from us. I need the job badly. I have to work triple shift.

I went inside the cafe. The name brings bad vibes inside my body. Dam please Allah protect me. I enter the cafe. I saw a small girl around the age of 15. A small girl working in a small age. Why this brings tears in my eyes.

When I opened the door the bell rang. She turned around and welcomed me.

Girl: hey good morning how can I help you. What would you like to order.

Muskaan: I did a hand sign saying I can't speak and I need a job.

Girl: oh I am sorry. Well we do need a waitress. Will you manage to attent customers.

Muskaan: I node my head saying yes.

Girl: good well I am Samantha and you are.

Muskaan:I wrote on a paper my name.

Samantha:. Oh muskaan nice name.

Muskaan: thank you{hand sign}.

I started to clean the tables. I heard the bell rang informing us that we have a customer. Samantha came running towards me.

Samantha: please don't do anything wrong he is the owner of this cafe. Just do your work.

I nodded my head saying yes. I started to make cookies. The cafe was fully packed. Everyone was ordering cookies and cooffee. I was dam tried. Samantha came inside the kitchen

Samantha: dam it girl. You can bake. Thanks a lot we have a lot of customers because of you. You rock.

Muskaan: thank you.

Samantha: babz the boss wants to meet you just chill and don't say anything.

I quickly washed my hands. I went inside the office. The boss was a youngster. He looked at me like a perverted person.

Owner: so you are the reason why my cafe is working. Good infact you showed wear small clothes to. Attract more customers.

I did a hand sign saying I can't wear such clothes. I will never wear.

Owner: so you are mute that good for. Me. 

I quickly left from there. I felt someone's eyes. On me. I turned around and saw noone. I went in the kitchen and started to make the cakes. Soon. It was time to leave. I left and took some food for mother and father. I have no money left.

I have to walk it to the hospital. I will take me one hour. I saw some boys looking at me. Not this again. I quickly started running. I reached a area where I saw something interesting.

" Sometimes being a friend means mastering the art of timing. There is a time for silence. A time to let go and allow people to hurt themselves into their own destiny. And a time to prepare to pick up the pieces when its all over."

I noted that quote. It touched my heart. I started walking again. I reached the hospital. I was sweating a lot. Sunddenly I started having pains in my stomach. Oh mera Allah. I ingnored the pain and went to the icu where mary was kept. I entered the icu and saw mother marriam with some beautiful lady. By the looks she was really kind. I just love her.

Lady: hellow dear how are you. Aren't you just so preety.

Muskaan: {hand sign} thank you madam. You are beautiful more than me.

Lady: you can't speak. Oh mera Allah. I am so sorry my child. I saw your mother sitting out side. So. I. Came to see her. My child what's wrong with your hands they have burns.

Muskaan:{hand sign} oh anty actually I started work in a cafe I had to bake and clean everything so.got burned. Mother I brought food for you and father. Anty you can join us.

Lady: did you eat.

Muskaan:.{hand sign} yes anty mother and you can have the food.

Mother: muskaan my child why did you do this why muskaan. Look at yourself you will not work get that.

Muskaan:. Mother I. Have to money for Mary its necessary.

Mother: we Will think of a way but you will not work. Why are you touching your stomach. What's wrong dear.

Muskaan: oh nothing mother.

I went to the washroom. I washed my face. When I went out I saw anty crying. A man was consoling her. He was handsome.

The man: please Angel. Please be quiet what's wrong why you crying.

The anty just. Hugged the handsome man and cried. Awww they love each other a lot. I wish I get my true love. Soon they left. I slept holding Marys hands. Ya Allah make her well soon.

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There you go guys. Ufff I am really stressed out right now. Hoep you all like the story. Please vote and comment. So. What do you think who is the lady and handsome man. Any guess.

Love

Nabila