Fiction: Hidden Blessings

Found this amazing piece of writing today and had to share it with u guys. Hopefully makes up for my irregular posting…#hides… But seriously… I have nodded where this brilliant author was hiding.

The Imperfect Muslimah

Chapter One

Nikaah tomorrow! I’ve never even seen her… How did Papa even find someone so fast?

Taahir sat at his desk, trying in vain to do some work. He threw down a folder irritably, giving up on reclaiming his focus for the time being. The phone call he’d just received played back in his mind and he tore his fingers through his hair in frustration.

Taahir was an only child and his father was eager to see him married. Last week, the hinting and gentle coaxing to find someone, which had been commonplace since he was twenty-one, had suddenly turned into being sat down and asked if he was reluctant because he’d hidden a relationship!

Feeling hurt and betrayed by the questions, Taahir had let his frustrations get the best of him and had impulsively declared that he’d marry the first woman his father brought to him since it…

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1. Toilet paper mystery 

Winter had come and everyone was coming down with sniffles and colds. 

“Atisho, Atisho!” Someone sneezed yet again and to Nani Jaan’s dismay there was no more tissue to be found. 

Finally retrieving a toilet roll from her bathroom, Nani Jaan apologetically handed it over to the child that had sneezed. 

“This calls for nice, steaming hot bowls of soup,” Nani Jaan declared. 

Once the soup was ready, Nani Jaan called for the children to gather around saying, “I’ve got the perfect story! A funny story to raise everyone’s gloomy spirits.”

“Mrs Delany, I think you need to stop brushing me off and finally do something. This is the 4th time I’m seeing Tommy with toilet paper. I’ve reported to you the first time when he came out with a huge wad fluttering from his waistband but you told me I’m over-reacting. But this is the fourth time I’m seeing him with signs toilet paper on him.” 

Emily Kale pleaded internally for the head of department to take her seriously. 

Her heart sank when Mrs Delany spoke, smiling condescendingly, “Yes Emily, I understand that you are a little stressed about this but every child has their peculiarities. Maybe Tommy just likes toilet paper? Have you considered that?”

“You’re not listening to me, Mrs Delany! Each time that Tommy had toilet paper with him was after he’d been to the toilet. I have a bad feeling that he’s… Maybe..,” Emily bit her lip, “taking the toilet paper from the toilets?”

Mrs Delany’s head snapped up, “Don’t be absurd, Emily. Next thing you know, you’ll be contemplating whether Tommy gets menstrual periods!! It’s as absurd a suggestion as stealing toilet paper. Maybe he had running stomach or something. But it’s probably just something as trivial as sloppy toilet habits. I get that it’s only your second month here but paranoia is not a trait we encourage in our teachers. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have lots of work to do.”

Emily stared at the HOD’s retreating back, her cheeks burning. Familiar feelings of frustration and inadequacy hit hard. Why did the HOD look down on her so much. She hated being the new teacher! Almost as much as she hated being brushed off. 

Something was definitely going on with Tommy and she was going to get to the bottom of this. She’d never heard of any kid having toilet paper fetishes. Something was definitely going on here. She was certain of it. Even if no one believed her.

Eucatastrophe. Part:10

“I don’t care how you do it but you need to somehow let the judges know that it wasn’t you. I’m giving you two days. If I don’t hear anything within those two days then I’m going to go straight to your granny and reveal everything”, I finished off quite pleased with myself.

“Done! … But, on condition you do not breath a word of this to anyone. If it somehow gets to her then your chances are up! I’m done with you and your silly games. I’m just warning you, don’t mess around with me in future.

And it better not get to my dad or trust me, I will even feel sorry for you! My dad doesn’t take anything against his reputation lightly and he’s very high up in the political world in case you didn’t know so a lowly orphan like you doesn’t stand a chance against him. I’m actually telling you this for your own benefit, so please listen.”  He said in a hard voice.

“Pinky promise,” I said habitually holding out my pinky not bothered with his harshness as I’ve been treated much worse before and I really wanted that prize and recognition. I put down my hand with a blush when he just looked on with a smirk.


In the last period there was a sudden announcement for an assembly in the hall. Confused we all began making our way there wondering what had happened.

Once everyone had assembled the principal announced, “It seems that there’s been a mix up with the results. Suhail has confessed to playing a prank on Sarah and writing his name on her story and her name on his story.”

My heart began beating so fast and a wide smile spread across my face as the implication of his words sunk in. Other than a stern look and a, “Don’t play any tricks like that in future!” from the principal Suhail got none of the punishment he deserved but at least I got my happy ending. He may have still taken recognition for my work but at least not the winning one.

“Sarah, can you please come up her to receive your award. You have also been given an additional compensation as an apology from the Abad’s. A $100 voucher to be spent at any shop of your choice.”

I don’t think I have ever been happier in my life as I walked to the front to receive that award. For the first time in my life I was being treated like royalty in front of the very same people who treated me like rubbish before.

I will never forgot these words of the principal especially when I’m feeling down or like a failure, “Congratulations Sarah, We are so honoured to have a student of such high caliber in our midst. I can’t believe that such a gem has been right under our noses and we haven’t realised. Sarah, I am proud of you and you should be proud of yourself too. Proud of your potential, proud of how far you’ve come in life and most of all proud of how despite everything in life you haven’t become bitter but have remained such a sweet person. You could have exposed Suhail in front of everyone yesterday but you didn’t and that is something I really admire. Once again I congratulate you Sarah. I am very proud of you.”

“And from that point onwards things started to look up for Sarah, the sunshine seemed more bright. Her smile grew more wide and frequent. Her shell had cracked and her sweet vibrant nature had emerged dazzling all those around her. She finally made her big break and she was determined to help others achieve the same and that is why everyone grew to love and look up to Sarah.
My dear children, there are many morals to be taken from Sarah’s story. Respect, love and appreciation for parents, kindness to fellow human beings, never ever be a bully, never cheat and most of all whenever things look down and you fell depressed and upset remember that there is a greater power at work, he sees, he hears, he knows everything. If you turn to him you will find the silver linings, the solutions and the happily ever afters to all your problems. Who is he? His name is Allah, my creator, your creator and the creator of the universe. He loves you so he will solve all your problems, you just need to ask.”
Despite the feelings of trepidation that filled Nani-Jaan at the fact that their parents wouldn’t be too happy now that she was teaching them something so foreign to them, Nani-Jaan knew she had to teach them about Allah. It was her duty and what would she tell Allah when he asked her why she had let these innocent children go astray? Now all Nani-Jaan could do was wait and see.

The end of Eucatastrophe

Sarah’s story, part:1

Eucatastrophe. Part:9

I impatiently press the doorbell and after five minutes of waiting, I am ready to yell at someone. After the horrid surprise this morning, it’s no wonder that my mood is more than sour.

I was still scowling when the door opened and an old lady smiled down at me. “Come in dear! Sorry about the delay, I was down in the garden.”

My irateness vanished and the innate respect for elders that I was taught kicked in. Besides, this lady looked so sweet. But then again, no one would think by looking at Suhail that he was the devil’s best friend now, would they? I thought viciously.

‘No problem, I’m here for Suhail,” I offered sweetly. The old lady scrutinised me for so long that I was ready to run from there.

“Okay, I’ll call him. BUT..” She looked sternly at me, “I will be there to chaperone. I’m not going to leave a young pair alone together. Goodness only knows what you will get up to together. Can’t trust the kids nowadays you know?”

Oka..aay… So now I was going to have to speak to him chaperoned. How lovely! ‘But,’ I thought stubbornly lifting my chin, ‘I’m here for a purpose and I’m going to carry this out no matter what or who insists on coming in the way.’

I frowned. It would be a tad uncomfortable yelling at Suhail while the woman, who is probably his grandma, observes. Unless…. I smile exultantly as inspiration struck. I could, instead of yelling and looking like a fool, reprimand him how matron does, in a cold, deadly tone that could cut through glass. That would definitely work.

“I’m just going to call him, sweetheart. You can wait here,” she said, guiding me to a lounge, “I won’t be long. Have a sweet while you wait.

I popped a piece of candy into my mouth, savouring the sweet taste and hoping that it would soothe my nerves that suddenly made an appearance. I had come here so spontaneously that I have no idea what I’m actually going to do. I’m starting to question whether this is a good idea after all. ‘Sarah, you came here for a reason. You came to give that idiot a piece of your mind and you are not going to go until he heard you out. He needs to know not to mess around with you in future.’ I gave myself a little pep talk and felt much more determined and confident when I was done.

“Here’s the little rascal!” the old lady said so cutely that I couldn’t help my giggles, especially after catching sight of Suhail’s red face. ‘See, this was a good idea after all,‘ I silently told myself reveling in catching Suhail in vulnerable position.

‘Wow! The heartless Suhail actually feels embarrassed. This should be written down in the books of history! I mean it’s just amazing. A man without a heart is capable of feeling embarrassed!” I cynically and sarcastically exclaimed.

He stared at me blankly but I noticed that blotch of read spreading and darkening his cheeks a little more.

“Now would you care to explain to me why you won the competition I was supposed to, with a story that I was coerced into writing for you?” I question in a calm, steel-laced voice.

“I uh…I didn’t…. I was…. I didn’t mean…didn’t know…” He stuttered out a pile of indecipherable rubbish.

It was so uncharacteristic for him that I was quite stumped. How was this high and mighty big-mouthed tyrant at a loss for words. Following his gaze I realised that this boy actually frights for someone, he frights for that little old lady who looks as if she could be blown over by the wind!

‘How on earth does this guy fear her?’ is a question that still troubles my thoughts. Seeing that that she was his weakness I decided to use it to my advantage. Letting out a forced laugh I falsely said, “Haha, got you. I was just kidding. Anyway, I need to go. Meet me after school tomorrow or else your granny and I are going to have a lovely chat. Bye.” And with that I stormed off.

Knowing that the little kids hearing a story about candy would start wishing to eat candy, sweet old Nani-Jaan made sure she had a bowl of candy to serve them that day. Oh how I wish that I was one of those lucky children!