Hijab said, "First of all I would like to reveal the fact that...”

"Hijab, Hijab... why can't you listen to me... get up sweety. It's time to go to school. Come on Hijab. Don't make me get angry," said Laeeqa, Hijab's mother.

"Naaayeeee... what was I dreaming of? Oh! I won the race and it was just a dream. How could I forget, yes I can’t run," replied Hijab with irritation and regret.

Laeeqa: My dear, we are practicing for it daily. And see the doctors said that it's now totally up to us; the more we practice and exercise, the more you will recover. You know, just 2 more months only, then you could chuck this wheel chair and we will both walk and run as we did previously.

Hijab: From where do you get such faith, mom?

Laeeqa: From God, yes He is with me, He listens to me, consults me and you know he gives me hope every time. He said, “Trust me, maintain your faith on me and I will fix your world.”

Hijab said (with a sarcastic smile): And you believe Him, without any contract or signature. ‘No hard copy’ proves nothing. See mom, there should be a proper hand-written or printed contract where you can take his signature..."holding faith on god in exchange getting rid of calamities”... haha... what an idea.

Laeeqa: Stop it Hijab. How many times I have told you, you are not supposed to utter such rubbish on this matter.

Hijab (angrily): Fine I will not utter a single word, just ask Him to give my paa back.

Laeeqa: Hijabb please... it was God's wish. I have told you many times.

Hijab (said ironically): Oh ok mom I understand… and yes, then that accident was also God's wish. He wants me to be here on this wheel chair. Isn't it?

Laeeqa: Stop this nonsense. Don't you realize he rescued you from that horrible accident, don't you realize your whole body could have been effected by that accident. Thanks to him you are alive.

Hijab: Yes ok, thanks God, now help me to go out please. We will fight later on. I don't want to leave today's class.