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Even writing about this latest mishap in my life churns my gut with dismay, and anger. Being a widow I relie upon my army pension, and proceeds from rented properties. One of my tenent had stopped paying me the rent from September 2016 onwards. For the month of August he had cut the rent from the security he had given me, leaving half of it.

I had to go back to Peshawar to deal with it. I gave Mr. F a one month’s notice to vacate my house. At the same time I contacted a property dealer Mr Toheed  to deal with selling it, or renting. My son, and I live in a rented, two bedroom apartment. Son’s home went to his ex after the court settlement. We need to sell either the above property, or my village home and lands to get the requisite money needed to buy a home here in Houston. 

My instinct never trusted Mr. Toheed, but older brother Lala prevailed upon me, telling me I didn’t have the required men to deal with the renovation. I paid the bills he showed me, consoling myself with the thought this period will soon be over. My two months stay in Peshawar ended, and I had to come back.

Mr. T has pocketed the security, rents for the month of February (when the new tenent occupied the house), and March. Since I can’t deal with all this from here, I have asked Lala on my behalf to look into it. Meanwhile I am full of anger towards the unscrupulous Mr. T, and Mr. F, and strive for calmness in my life.



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Unexpected Guest

Daily Prompt: Unexpected Guests
You walk into your home to find a couple you don’t know sitting in your living room, eating a slice of cake. Tell us what happens next.

Unexpected guests have come innumerable times to our home.

Once I got up from my afternoon sleep, and was going to the kitchen to heat milk for the children, and make tea for my husband R. I noticed the door to the drawing room ajar.

I looked in, and saw a woman sitting on the sofa. Someone must have let her in. She was waiting for us to wake up.

I was caught in my sleepy attire. Now that she had seen me, I couldn’t rush off to change. Hiding my embarrassment, I greeted her.

The lady was a widow. She was living in an accommodation at the Peshawar Club. She told me that she had been asked to vacate in fifteen days. It was a sob story. My poor heart melted into tears of sympathy at the injustice to her.

R was the president of the club at that time. I was in righteous indignation at the callous, and cold hearted attitude of R, in turning out a poor widow.

I promised her, that I would persuade my husband. I gave her tea, and waved her good bye.

When I asked R if he could help her, he started laughing.
He asked me, “Do you know who she is?”
“She is the owner of all those buildings (he mentioned quite a few), on The Mall. She gets a considerable amount from the said properties. She must be renting out her own home. She have been occupying the club accommodation for the past eighteen years. It is meant for those members of the club, who can’t afford the pricey hotels, and that for a short while.
She is abusing the rights of those members, who are needy.
Do you want me to break the rules for her?”

Of course I was speechless. What could I say?

Unexpected Guest