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The Truth of Zoboria
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Shadows of the past suddenly descended into Zoboria’s eyes. Her lips trembled, but she tried to hold back her tears. Abuzaar’s gaze was still fixed on her—waiting for an answer.
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Zoboria slowly looked towards Alina, as if the innocence of her breaths was giving her strength. Then, in a trembling voice, she began to speak:
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> Zoboria (hesitantly):
“Abuzar… Alina is not my daughter.
She is my sister’s child.
My sister—Zamiya… is no longer in this world.”
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Her voice suddenly choked. Tears slipped from her lashes and rolled down her cheeks.
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> Zoboria (in a pained tone):
“Zamiya was married to Zareen.
Yes, the same Zareen—my uncle’s son.
Everyone thought that this match was good for Zamiya… but who knew her life would be extinguished so soon?”
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A sudden silence spread across the room. Even the hum of the heater no longer reached Abuzar’s ears. Only Zoboria’s broken voice remained—and the snow falling outside.
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The Stolen Relationship
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Zoboria tried, in vain, to wipe her tears and continued speaking:
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> Zoboria:
“When Zamiya passed away… Alina was very young.
That innocent child was torn from her mother’s arms.
We all tried to care for her… but Zareen—
Zareen took her away with him.
And from that day… Alina left us.”
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Her voice broke apart completely.
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> Zoboria (lowering her eyes):
“Abuzaar… you cannot imagine…
how many years I spent yearning just to see Alina once.
I loved my niece as though she were my own daughter.
But she was snatched away from me…
my parents, even I, could not keep her close.”
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Abuzaar’s Silence
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Abuzaar stood frozen like stone. His anger, his accusations—they all seemed to melt away.
Before his eyes was not Zoboria’s face, but the torment of a broken sister—and in that torment lay the entire strength of truth.
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He whispered softly:
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> Abuzaar (in a heavy voice):
“So… Alina is your sister’s trust…
not your own child?”
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Zoboria nodded, tears brimming in her eyes.
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Ashes of the Past, Flame of the Present
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Outside, the blanket of snow was growing thicker. But inside the room, their silence had reached a new turning point.
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Zoboria spoke in a weary tone:
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> Zoboria:
“Abuzaar… I hid this truth because…
I was afraid… afraid you would think there was another story in my life, another relationship.
I made Alina a part of my life—because she is the last memory of my Zamiya.
My sister is gone… but I could never abandon her daughter.”
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Her eyes overflowed again, and this time she did not try to stop them.
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Now in Abuzaar’s eyes there was no accusation—only deep thought and a shade of shame.
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He held Zoboria’s hand.
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> Abuzaar (softly):
“Zobo… if you had told me this truth earlier…
perhaps I would have understood your pain sooner.
But today, now… I promise you—
whether Alina is your sister’s trust or a piece of your love…
I will accept her as my own daughter.”
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Zoboria’s heart felt light for the first time.
Her tears still flowed—but now they carried the glimmer of hope.
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Alina’s Belonging
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For the first time, a softness descended into Abuzaar’s eyes—the kind Zoboria had only seen in dreams.
In his hand was her trembling one, but his grip no longer held blame—only certainty.
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> Abuzaar (quiet but assured):
“Zobo… from today, Alina is not just your sister’s memory.
She is our daughter.
I will accept her as I would accept my own blood.”
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Tears rolled from Zoboria’s lashes like pearls. She opened her trembling lips, but no words escaped.
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Before her eyes flashed Alina’s innocent face—the same face she prayed for every night.
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The Sound of Small Footsteps
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Just then, there was a soft knock at the door.
Both Zoboria and Abuzaar turned—
Alina stood there, rubbing her sleepy eyes.
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With innocence, she asked:
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> Alina:
“Ammi… why are you crying?”
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Zoboria quickly wiped her tears.
A faint smile appeared on Abuzaar’s lips.
For the first time, he was seeing the child—not as Zoboria’s burden, but as his own tomorrow.
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He stepped forward, bent down, and lifted Alina in his arms.
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> Abuzaar (in a tender tone):
“Alina… from today, you are not just your mother’s daughter,
you are mine too.”
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Alina looked up at him in surprise.
A gentle smile touched her lips as she wrapped her tiny arms around Abuzaar’s neck.
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> Alina (softly):
“Abbu…”
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A Broken Heart, Souls Reunited
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That single word—Abbu—sank deep into Abuzaar’s heart.
It was a word that washed away his anger, his doubts, his burdens.
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His eyes too filled with tears.
Zoboria stood by the door, weeping, but this time her tears were not of pain—they were tears of relief and gratitude.
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There was no great light in the room, only the faint warmth of the heater and the silence of snow falling outside.
But within that silence, a new bond had been born—
a father with his daughter,
and a husband with his wife.
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