She was a happy dancing girl, enjoying every moment of her life.

Walking down the street to her college, she also dreamed of becoming a dancer.

She organized her own dance classes with her best grades in college. The parents were happy with that.

He looked at her, followed her, stopped her, and talked to her while she was living her best life.

He told her that she was the most beautiful girl in the universe. No one can beat her beauty. No one can follow her style. No one can be like that.

Love was all around her.

She thought, she had everything in her life that a middle-class girl can wish for.

Then he changed, forbidding her to go dancing classes,

It was her dream but his love was her immense pleasure.

She tried hard to convince him but in vain, then she decided to leave him because of her passion.

Life was getting smoother again.

She was going to her dance class as usual.

Someone passed by her threw some liquid on her face, she felt itching and burning pain on her face.

It was as if her face was on fire and the flames were hitting her eyes and face badly.

She was crying as loud as she could, fainting, falling to the ground, listening to someone screaming

"Call an ambulance, someone threw acid on the girl's face."

When she regained consciousness, her hair was shaved and her face was bandaged. She came home and saw that her parents had removed all the mirrors from the walls. Saying that you have minor injuries, we will show you the mirror when you recover.

A few days later she found a piece of mirror in her old drawer, she did not recognize the girl in the mirror.

A love story changed her life from inside and out.

If I would have the art of writing

The late Abdul Sattar Edhi was asked in an interview, "You buried thousands of helpless bodies. Have you ever cried when you see the deteriorating condition of a corpse or torture it?"

He closed his eyes and pondered, saying it was not a tortured or corpse. However, once my volunteers brought a clean dead body that looked like an old but newly and belonging to a well-educated family. His hair was oiled like white silver. And there was a clean comb. In the ironed suit, his personality looked very dignified. But it was just a dead body, Edhi Sahib seemed to think again.

Many bodies are brought to us every day. But a body that leaves its mark. I was looking at this body carefully. That's what my volunteer told me that the body was lying outside his bungalow.

As we reached the front of the bungalow, a young man from the family, who was waiting for us in a taxi, came out and quickly handed us an envelope. These are funeral expenses. Then he shortly explained, this is my father, take care of him, bathe him well and bury him. We listened a noise from the taxi. "The flight will depart in your speech". As soon as the young man heard this, he turned and got into the taxi and the taxi disappeared from sight.

Mr Edhi said he was saddened to learn of the body and when I started seeing the unfortunate man again, I felt as if he was waving his arm and begging me to help Mr Edhi. Saying that, Mr Edhi you take care dead bodies please help me also. He decided that I would take a bath and bury that body.

Then, as I began to bathe, I saw this body and think that he had done so much in his life. Will be reliable and sensitive. He had done everythingto raise his son. But the son did not have time for burial. He was more afraid of getting out of the flight than his father was in the grave.

And so my tears flowed while bathing this dead body.

Then he wiped his tears with a cloth over his shoulder, cried and said I wish we would focus more on better education and training for our children than luxury.