Part 2

“Good morning Riyaz!” called out Nasim enthusiastically. It was the third week of school before the bell rung.

“Good morning Nasim.” smiled Riyaz as he saw the friendly face of Nasim. Since the first day of class she was the only one who had taken initiative to converse with him.

“Here are some phrases I have written for you. I thought it might help you.” Nasim said as she passed him a notebook.

As he flipped through the book, he saw how much she has written in it. How long it must have taken her to do so. He felt warmth enclosing him as she saw to his needs. How many times he had thanked her, feeling they were simply not enough to return her kindness. She simply shook away his gratitude and made him feel at home, feeling like he belonged. How long it has been since he had felt that kind of feeling.

Looking back at his past, all there were was treachery and darkness. He lived in constant fear, worrying for the safety of his loved ones and his own. Fearing for the fact that he might not even live to see the next day.