Me: Ammi. Result agaya.
Maa: Numra ke kitnay marks?
Me: ... 51%.
Maa: Kyaaaaa. Aisay dost hain tumharay. Mar kar pass hui hai. Blah blah. Nalaiq dost. Blah. Change your company. Blah blah. *after a while* Tau acha wau Dehneez ke kitnay hain?
Me: 90%.
Maa: Sharam karo. She gets more marks than you. Don't you feel ashamed of yourself? Dostoun ko kis mounh se face karti hau gi university mein! Blah blah. Kahin munh dikhanay ke qabil nai chorna tumne mujhe. Blah blah. Fees zaya. Blah. Abba se bolo ghar betha dein tumhein. Blah blah. Fail doctors. *10 minutes which seemed like a pregnant moment* Javeria ke kitnay marks aye hain?
Me: Uska result he nai dia university ne. *walks out of the room to commit suicide*
And no, she did not ask me about my score.
This post is dedicated to Khadija Desai since,
Khadija Desai = Depression ki maa.
PS: Names have not been omitted because jitni meri biezzati hui utna he ub tum sab ko mein yahan zaleel karoungi.
