“Hi I am Aliya Adnan, 23 years old and I am a struggling artist!” Ugh!! Who am I even talking to?! A light post! I mean am I so lonely that I have to have to talk to a light post! *Takes out a photo of her mom and Dad* Ma, Abba I miss you so much *starts crying* I miss you so much!

(My feelings at this moment: Basically I know that I am a clever and strong girl but sometimes I feel really scared and timid. I have been struggling in Mumbai for 3 years and now my current goal is to get my paintings displayed on the art gallery at Andheri but I am really sad this is my 5673th disappointment! I am not just simply disappointed! It is because of corruption! My country is a bit backward in development especially in the carrer section. As a result, the poor struggling ones still struggles and the rich and already powered ones become more famous and powerful.. And the most saddest thing.... You cannnot do anything about it, raise your voice and they will make your life worse than hell. So I can’t do anything about it. And what kind of change can an orphan girl do right? *sighs while sobbing*)

(Naina Sharma comes running after seeing Aliya disappear from the art gallery)

“What are you even doing Aliya!? Are you crazy!?”

(that’s my one and only friend *** best friend ‘Naina Sharma’ who is a very tough girl, how I wish I could be like her one day!)

No I-I just don’t know what to do I am just so stressed and lonely......

“Oh! honey! You can’t be sad just because your one painting got rejected! Life is always full of opportunities plus you are just 23 who knows what adventure awaits you in the future!”

“R-really?!

One day I can be famous too?!” I say as I feel a bit motivated. “Yes my dear now stand up and be strong. No matter what happens I will always be there for you!” O-ok *sobs*

(And that’s how my bestie is. I know that I am a really timid person and Naina is the only friend I have, In fact I have to be happy around her but right now I fell so alone, I wish Ma and Abba were alive. Sometimes I really miss them and feel really lonely....)

-At Naina’s place—

“AIYYA my dear (Auntie Sharma calls me Aiyya) don’t be sad we are still here, you can live here as long as you want and I know that one day you will become a very like a really famous painter one day. And you, one day may even get a good man, I hope who will take proper care of you forever and ever.”

“Mom Aiyya is still too young!” Says Naina in an angry way.

“Oh then do you want a husband!” says auntie Sharma while smirking.

“MOMMY!!!!!!”

And me? Just enjoying the family moment feeling how lucky it is to have a warm family.

(After my parents died, it was auntie Sharma, Mrs. Reema Sharma who brought me up along with her daughter Naina although she was a widow, and earns not too much salary as a nursery teacher, she still decided to take care of me, the daughter of her best friend which means a lot to me. I owe a lot to the Sharma family and I cant imagine how miserable my life would be without them! She even forced me practice my own religious practices as I am Muslim and they are Hindu! They are my true family!)

P.S - The life of some Indian Hindu widows were not really easy since ancient times, after a husband dies the wives have to die with their husband or their life would turn miserable if they decide to live. While this system is banned now, there are still some societies which still follow these false beliefs.