Short story 1

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Ameena felt horrible. It had been a bad day. She had tried so hard. Prayed so often. But then fate. Fate has its ways. The rehearsal had been so long. She had practiced so many times. She had dreamed of being the winner. Getting that prize. It had meant so much to her. She felt sad. Her eyes burnt after crying so much. It was a hot day. She continued to walk. It seems long, when you have so much to think. Such sad notes.
After months of practicing, it was her turn to perform. She had seen all of them. All those faces. She started well. But then forgot. Her turn was lost. She was not the winner was all she remembered.
She didn't say much but mom knew. She didn't need words. She took small steps towards her room. Threw her bag. Locked the door and cried hard. "Allah doesn't love me", she thought among sobs. "I tried so hard". It was all miserable. Her headache and tears took her to sleep.
She woke at the noise of Bhai knocking on the door. "Lets go", he said. It was always so fun with Bhai. She forgot her tears, her headache, and they played in the park till the sunset. On return, Aba was also on his way back. He smiled when he saw her. "I lost,
Aba", she told him. "Its ok", Aba continued to smile. Ami bought tea and they munched away the samosas Aba had bought.
It was bed time as she thought about the people who loved her. Who didn't care whether she lost or won. "Of course Allah loves me!", she thought, and smiled away. 

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