“Suha's diary”
“The morning sun streamed through Suha's window in her room, pulling her gently from sleep.”
“She stretched, then swung her legs out of bed, her mind already ticking through the day ahead.”
“She headed to the bathroom, quickly brushed her teeth, wore her school uniform, packed her bag, and then went to the kitchen for breakfast.”
“Her elder sister had made her favorite, a simple paratha with daal, and she ate it quickly, already feeling the clock ticking. She grabbed her backpack, gave her elder sister a quick goodbye, and was out the door.”
“The city streets were already bustling. Cars honked, rickshaws weaved through traffic, and people hurried past, their faces a blur.”
“Suha tried to walk fast, but then she saw him—a small, scrawny street kitten, huddled by a bus stop, shivering. Her heart went out to it. She knelt down, talking softly, and pulled out a small packet of cat food she always carried for strays.”
“Suha Zayd”
(Gently placed it before the kitten, watching it cautiously approach.) There you go, little one. *Smiles*
“Further down the street, near the old bookstall, she spotted him—the street kid she often saw.”
“He usually waited there, hoping for a kind face. Suha quickly dug into her pocket, pulling out a few crumpled notes, her savings for a new book.”
“It wasn't much, but it was what she had.”
“Suha Zayd”
Here. (Pressing the money into his hand.)
: *Eyes widened slightly* Thank.. you.
“By the time Suha reached the school gates, the bell had already rung.”
“The hallway was empty, amplifying the sound of her hurried footsteps.”
“She burst into her first-period math class, everyone's heads turning. Some students snickered, and a few even whispered and mocked.”
Math Teacher : “Suha, you're late,” *Voice firm but not unkind* “I never expected this from you. Your elder sister and brother were always such diligent students.”
“Suha felt her cheeks burn. She looked down, her gaze fixed on her shoes.”
“Suha Zayd”
I am... sorry, Teacher.
“Her voice barely a whisper. She hated being the center of attention, especially for something bad. She walked quickly to her seat, feeling everyone's eyes on her.”
“She was a girl who kept her feelings locked away, rarely trusting others with her true thoughts.”
“She had learned the hard way that trusting too quickly often led to getting hurt.”
“She opened her math book, trying to focus, but her mind was still reeling. Just then, Math Teacher's voice cut through her thoughts.”
Math Teacher: “Suha, come to the board. Solve this problem.”
“Her heart leaped into her throat. Math Teacher was known for being very strict, especially with math.”
“Nervousness coiled in her heart. She walked to the blackboard, picked up the chalk, and stared at the numbers.”
“She knew how to solve it, she really did, but her hands trembled. She started writing, then erased, then wrote again, making a simple mistake she would never normally make.”
“A gasp went through the class.”
Math Teacher: *sighed* “Suha, I'm disappointed. I didn't expect one of my good students to mess up such a simple question.”
“Suha slowly walked back to her desk, her head bent down. She wasn't someone who cried easily, especially not for a math problem.”
“But as she sat down, the shame and embarrassment became too much. A tear escaped, then another.”
“She quickly grabbed her bag and rushed out of the classroom, heading straight for the girls' washroom.”
“Inside the quiet washroom, the tears flowed freely. She let them come, letting out all the bottled-up feelings from the morning – the kitten, the street kid, being late, the teacher's words, the math problem, the whispers and laughter.”
“After a few minutes, she took a deep breath. She looked at herself in the mirror, her eyes red, but then a faint, determined smile appeared on her face.”
“She wiped her eyes, splashed some water on her face, and walked back towards the classroom.”
“As she entered, she heard hushed voices. Her classmates, sitting together, were whispering. She caught snippets of their conversation. “…can you believe Suha?” “…so unlike her.” “…and that math problem!” They were gossiping about her.”
“A wave of hurt washed over her, but she didn't stop. She didn't turn around and leave.”
“She walked straight to her desk, ignoring their stares and whispers, and sat down.”
“Without a word, she pulled out a small, worn notebook and her favorite pen. It was her diary (Suha's Dairy). And she began to write.”
“Suha's diary, it's not just a diary, it's her feelings. It's the only place she feels safe to put down her deepest feelings.
Things like the hurt from people she trusted, the shame when she's embarrassed in front of others, the quiet happiness from being kind, and all her private thoughts about life's hard parts.
In her diary, she lets out the feelings she keeps hidden from everyone else. This helps her understand what she's going through and grow.”
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2025-06-03
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