Hi steemians, today i am going to share part 2 with you.
Those who missed part 1 can read from her.
Part 1
Anam would teach English in her friend's father academy.
Despite the row of cars at her own home she was complled to go by bus.
'How ill - fortune are we orphans who are being fed upon by their uncles' Saying this she came inside.
As she came in the kitchen there were piles of dirty dishes in the sink. She put the bag on the slab and reached to the Hot Pot. She hadn't eaten anything since morning and was feeling very hungry now.
There was nothing in the hotpot. The fridge was also locked.
Controlling the tears in her eyes, she went to herself a Naan and Kabab from the nearby hotel, this was all she could afford right now.
She was about to eat Naan kabab, her aunt came out.
'Anam!' She shouted out loud.
'Aunty would you like to eat kabab'
'Shut up'
'You selfish lady'
'What happened Anam? Why is bhabi getting so angry' Nida asked.
'Her brain is out of order since she was born, don't you know?'
'But still what has happened?' She saw the naan kabab in her hand.
'You have brought this from the hotel?'
'I have brought for you, have you eaten something?'
"I have eaten my food, you eat this, i know you have not eaten anything?"
'Don't loose your heart! Start by the name of ALLAH'
'I get really angry over these people, Mom'
'Don't be thankless my child! They have given us the place to live, they are doing us a favour'
'They are not doing us any favour this is my daddy's home. This business, these factories, everything here belongs to my dad.
'Anam, your dad is not alive! He is no more'
summary
Anam reached home and was feeling so hungry but there was nothing so she could eat. She went outside and bring herself Naan and Kabab while her aunt quarells.