I was supposed to get married on October 23. But just a week before the wedding, on October 16, my marriage broke down. I remembered that I had resigned from teaching in the madrasa five days ago, just after the wedding day. After becoming an Alema in 2012, I was appointed to my own madrasa. I don't have the heart to describe the moment and feeling of leaving Madrasa after 6 long years. The sound of the students' vague and unpublished cries pierced their hearts. I got hit harder than October 18! Alhamdulillahi a'la qulli hal ..
I am the daughter of a middle class family. There are mother, brother and sister in the family. I am a fatherless orphan girl. Since others are small, I have to look after everything in the world. I was busy with my father's family and madrasa. It's been a long time but nobody cares. However, it would be a lie to say that I did not notice it completely, but I noticed that the marriage proposal would have been rejected because the girl from the poor house was not very beautiful to look at. Really! The bride has to look her best during this time, because of posterity more than anything else. Alas, I lacked these two invaluable qualities.
However, Alhamdulillah a proposal comes from the remaining Bhati area. Kamil and Takmil pass the pot simultaneously. He is also a local well-wisher. After seeing the people related to the pot and his mahram, I liked it and the wedding date was fixed. Wow! I was so happy that day. My marriage is happening then! I invited my girlfriends to the wedding. One by one the whole program, my madrasa, all the relatives got to know the marriage of such and such Alema Upper of such and such Madrasa, the marriage of such and such daughter The decoration was not my house but my madrasa. My students were happiest and they were suffering the most. Before leaving, I gave them the last training in a shy manner. I said goodbye with a mixed feeling of shame and suffering.
Only one week left to the wedding. The house is decorated and the family is in the throes of wedding shopping. October 17 is the shopping day of the wedding market. Some people from both sides went shopping. As there was disagreement between the two sides in the purchase, they were happy and unhappy and brought the purchase towards the end. Now all that is left is to buy my wedding dress (lehenga) and pot dress (suit-coat). They preferred low-cost clothing for me, but preferred high-priced clothing for the pot. Which is hard for my family. They need expensive clothes. Disagreement ensued between the two sides over the pot's clothing. At one point, the recipient informed there "Marriage will be naaaaa, canceled!"
I didn't suffer as much from the breakup of the marriage as I did from listening to the pot. The pot itself broke up the marriage. He passed Kamil, passed Hadith in Daora. It is also a small emerging speaker. She will need an expensive suit and coat for the wedding party. The prestige of the expensive man. Is there a premature bride in the country who has to spend her whole life with a two-penny suit-coat Deonawali? Highly educated people can demand so much wealth, there is nothing wrong with it! Hundreds of girls have lined up for the wedding. Prestige of the poor again! When the marriage is broken, the princes will come to marry the daughter of the poor! (?) Because the marriage is broken, the daughter of the poor will call me an angel! (?)
Let my tears not be a curse to anyone. My dream is for no one to face accountability on the Day of Judgment for being stuck in the thread of a little suit-coat. By forgiving everyone, I keep on counting the hours, waiting for someone to be miserable again. Which is being rejected by many clothed hujugoranis on the pretext of his lack and face. Either I continue to sharpen the weapon of prayer to be the lord of her paradise. One day he will come, he will come. InshaAllah.
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Good story, thanks