Deprivation enrooted

After the second child was born, Rabia hoped that this time it would be a boy. He sat in Jainamaz at night and cried. Fakir-Miskin donates two paise. I have also made a vow of Jorakhasi in my mind. In return for everything, a boy begs Allah. The day goes on. Rabia's stomach is big. One day the treasure of his stomach came down to earth. But the desired result did not come. The night prayer failed. All donations. Vow of Khasi. The girl was born again from Rabia's womb. The mother's pain is relieved when she sees the child's face. Rabia is the opposite. Rabia's pain intensified after seeing Dia's face. Desperate, Rabia leaned on the sand and stared blankly. A bunch of sadness on the face. Bloody exhausted body.

After the birth of Diya, this house became a whole hell for Rabia. Sharif got up and sat down in a hellish game with Rabia. Rabea has become accustomed to many things lately because of the cruelty inflicted on her for not being able to be a mother. For example, the habit of not eating for two days in a row. The habit of keeping all the work of the world in order, including cooking and cooking, with a body that is in pain after being beaten. The habit of forgetting the pain of the mind behind the pain of the body. How many more habits.

Rabea hugged the two girls. He tried to stop their crying by caressing them. He can never look at the two faces like the moon and get angry at them. She does not know how to give birth to a boy. Neither of the girls knows how to be born a boy. The two girls did not know before that it is so difficult to be a girl in the world. If they had known, they would not have come to this sinful world and would have committed suicide in their stomachs. Who knows?

Rabia has a little problem with her left ear. He can't hear it properly. That doesn't seem to be a problem. He has been swearing about this weakness since his childhood. Rabea has completely forgotten about one day. Then his younger brother was Cole's child. Rabia was responsible for keeping an eye on him. Suddenly one day while caressing his little brother, his hand fell off and he cried a little. In return, his father's heavy hand slapped Rabea's left ear. Since then, Rabia's ear has not responded very well. He has one more flaw, of course. He could not make much progress in the race of education. When she was eleven, she was a class five student. Then his younger brother was born. As soon as he was born, Rabia got many responsibilities. These are the responsibilities of holding the handle of the feeder in the face of the brother, lying on the cradle and rocking, holding the snake in his lap and walking around the yard as soon as he screams. Where is the opportunity to go to Rabia's school with all these responsibilities. He had to finish the lesson in class five.

Rabia's father Hekmat Sahib is a very intelligent man. Everyone in the area knows him as Jhanu Hekmat. Mr. Hekmat has already given all his property in the name of his son. He often said, 'Crazy people write property in the name of the girl. Will the girls stay at home? This house will be guarded by the boy for the rest of his life. The son is the treasure of seven kings. '

Rabia did not dare to object to the division of these properties. There is nothing in his life. No good partner. There are no bright dreams. In fact, his life is arranged with no. To say yes is to have survived his neglected life. And in that life there is a lot of uncertainty, suffering, despair. In this frustrated, uncertain life, if there is little property, then what will happen. Life will not stop, it will continue. As the days go by, the days will pass. The burden of life will continue to be light. This is how life will end one day. However, the short days of this short and fragile life are spent very well by some and badly by others. Rabea is not a little bad way!

Ten years have passed. Nobody listens to Rabia's grief. Nobody wants to know how he is. Where else have you seen or been with your relatives. Lately Kenyan's father misses him very much. I want to know how my father is. Dad is old. Can he go to the bathroom alone? Are you eating right? My father used to feel very relaxed if he massaged mustard oil on his body after bathing. Is someone doing this service to him, or is the father spending his days with illness? Rabia is very scared. I remember my brother's words again and again. That little brother must have grown up a lot now. What does he look like now? Curiosity awakens in Rabea. Some inconsistent curiosity. Failed Curiosity.

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