She turned twenty-three. Postman delivered gift from her best friend living faraway. Unwrapping it, Sarah recieved her favourite - a book, classic this time. She hurried to her room and fastened the door. After reading few initial chapters, she desperately wished her life to be different. She looked at her fingers and a thumb and wished they were her wings; her black Burkah, her long tresses. She didn’t dream to walk or run today and get liberated from her prosthetic leg. Instead she wanted to hover high, breaking all the barriers around her leaving world underneath the vast galactic sky.
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P.P.S. Sarah is Urdu word that means pure.
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