Huda sat at the table, her eyes filled with concern as she watched her daughter, Zoya, pick halfheartedly at her meal. "Zoya, darling, you barely touched your food. Is there something you want to talk about?" she asked gently.
Zoya shrugged, avoiding her mother's gaze. "I just don't like it, mom," she replied, pushing the plate away.
Huda leaned forward, her voice warm and encouraging. "How about we try cooking something together? Maybe if you help make it, you'll enjoy it more," she suggested.
Zoya hesitated, glancing at her mother. "I guess that could be fun," she admitted, a hint of curiosity sparking in her eyes.
Isra, Zoya's sister, bounced into the room with energy. "Are we cooking today? Count me in!" she exclaimed, her enthusiasm infectious.
Younas, the father, chuckled as he entered. "Looks like the whole family is here. Let's make something delicious together," he said, rolling up his sleeves.
Zoya found herself enjoying the process, her hands moving confidently as she followed her mother's instructions. "Mom, this is actually fun! I can't believe I was missing out," she laughed.
Huda beamed with pride, watching her daughter engage with enthusiasm. "You're doing great, Zoya. This is just the beginning," she said, her heart swelling with hope.
Zoya tasted a spoonful, her face lighting up with delight. "It's delicious! I can't believe we made this together," she exclaimed, her eyes shining.
Younas nodded approvingly, "You've discovered something wonderful today, Zoya. Cooking is an adventure in itself," he remarked warmly.
Huda looked around, her heart full of gratitude. "I'm so proud of you, Zoya. This is just the start of many more adventures," she said, her voice filled with love.
Zoya smiled, feeling a sense of accomplishment and belonging. "Thanks, mom. I think I'm ready to try more new things now," she replied with newfound confidence.
