Sara Naveed

“Poverty is everywhere, Zarish. People should have the courage to get out of the vicious circle of it.”

“Everything is a part of destiny’s plan and I believe true love awaits its destiny.”

“I have a love/pain relationship with her. Love that caused more pain and pain that changed me.”

“Well…speaking of rights, every single human on the face of this earth is entitled to achieve the basic education; no matter what religion, caste or race they belong to. I’m really against those people who despise the poor. The less fortunate are also normal people like us. In fact, they are special, as they need proper guidance, affection and attention just like us. We should pay them homage and regards rather than looking down upon them. I’m trying my best to support them as much as I can. In fact I’ve opened an orphanage house along with a friend of mine that I was mentioning about before and we’re providing them with the best possible financial services.” He went on.”

“Don’t you ever cry again, Miss Zarish,” he said in a strict but mild tone. “I would rather die than see tears in your eyes.”

“Never judge a situation merely with a negative perspective. Look at the positive side too,” he added. “And if you do that, you will eventually feel better.”

“There is nothing right or wrong in love. Where there is love, then there is nothing but only love.”

“All I ever wanted is you, Miss Zarish,” he said while pulling her closer to himself.”

“I don’t want to let you go. Not now. Not ever.” While she said this, tears streamed out of her eyes. “I’m here with you. Always,” he murmured softly against her hair. “I love you, Ahmar. I love you so much,” she whispered.”

“I’m . . . accustomed to being alone. There are times when alone is the best place to be. I enjoy my own company.”

“I like the change then.” He held her hand again. “Change is inevitable and sometimes it is good.” He smiled.”