Mahnoor

By Sehar Lone

Have you seen The Moon in the darkest night?

The darkness full of agony

The darkness full of wounds

The darkness full of scars

& The Moon which adorns and illuminates the darkest night with its soothing light, that Moonlight is MAHNOOR.

Mahnoor, a juvenile girl, who aspires to be loved, who wants to soar high but feels dysphoric and caged in an orthodox family, the ray of hope being only her mother who assists her in almost every phase of life.

Read on Mahnoor to know how Mahnoor yearns for unconditional love from her father.

How far her mother ambles with her?

Does Mahnoor find peace after the turmoil in her life?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Partridge Publishing India
• Release date: Mar 22, 2018
• ISBN: 9781543701845

Sehar Lone

Sehar Lone, born in Srinagar, Jammu & Kashmir in 1993. Currently pursuing PG English from the University of Kashmir and is a student of psychology as well. In this work, She tries to show the inner instincts of human psyche through the art of literature, correlating both psychology and literature. She is into feminism, whenever she observes womens rights are being denied in anyway, she takes a stand for it in the form of writing. She considers writing as the best way to reflect the true colors of society. .

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Contents

Acknowledgement

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Acknowledgement

I take pride to acknowledge my entire Lone Family for their unconditional love, prayers, and encouragement. This work is a collective result of comments and reviews I received from my teachers and friends. I gratefully thank Ms. Farah Deeba & Ms. Muniza Kanth for their valuable support, engagement in editing and constant revisions. I would further like to acknowledge my friends Ms. Ridhika Jamwal, Ms. Mehak Wani, Mr. Yamin Khan and Mr. Tehleel Lone . Apart from formal comments I cannot neglect discussions with my brothers Ruhail Lone and Tanzeel Ahmad regarding the characters of novella. I am very thankful to one and all for making it success.

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I do not wish women to have power over men; but over themselves

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Chapter 1

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S ky was gloomy, breeze was blowing, and she was looking at the stars through the window of her room. The tears from her eyes were rolling down across her cheeks. She felt as low as never before. She was whimpering, suddenly she heard a knock at the door of her room. In a very soothing voice, her mother called Mahnoor, Mahnoor, Dearie open the door, your father has just arrived. You were to talk to him, afterward, he would go to visit his neighborhood friend. Mahnoor replied in a very doleful tone, hmm, coming.

Mahnoor a fledgling beautiful girl of 9th-grade, closed the window, drew the curtains and went downstairs holding a paper and pen in her hand for a signature from her father. With trembling hand, she passed the paper to her father and asked for his signature.

Her father, Saleem Ahmed, threw away the paper and said, Go and help your mother in the kitchen.

Deep inside, Mahnoor knew that her father would never agree to sign it. It was a permission for an outing with her batch mates.

She collected the permission paper from the floor. With tearful eyes and without uttering a single word, she moved towards her mother and suddenly Mahnoor’s grandmother, Fatimah