Aysha the starting

Aysha sat alone at her computer. She wanted to write something, anything, but she didn't know how to start.

Only ten days before, her grandmother had told her "Aysha, you're a good girl. Remember that I love you." That was the last thing she said to Aysha before she died.

Now the funeral was over. All the relatives had come and sat with them, the men in the majlis outside with her father and her uncles, and the women with Aysha and her mother, aunts and female cousins.

Now everyone was gone. The house seemed quiet and empty. Aysha's mother was sleeping. Her eldest brother Hamid was out and her younger brothers were playing on their bicycles in the large garden. She could hear the maid, Celia, calling to them to be careful.

For the first time since her grandmother had died, Aysha felt alone.

She opened her computer and logged into her account.

Aysha and Her Friends

Hallo and welcome to my blog Aysha and her friends.

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