Outbursts of anger

(true facts). The story is my own, my own. But this story of mine started 150/200 years before I was born. My prayer for the next generation is that this story ends with me.

The beginning of the story has to go far back.

I am talking about the time when my grandfather (my grandfather's father) was a togbag young man. At that time - when people called tigers big foxes, they would come and attack human settlements.

The whole area was then covered with bushes and dense forests. Tomorrow during the British rule. She was extremely beautiful to look at. My great-grandfather had a lot of land-accumulated wealth, said to be a rich farmer.

There were a lot of names and nicknames. One of the reasons for this is that he could have chased Jean. My older father also had 6 pari, which helped him. People have good and bad in it and so on. They have more bad than good. My older dad knew that he could fix people with genes, and the consequences could be dire. But still he helped people.

There was something in him that made the jinn fear him, be loyal to him. My great-grandfather married a very black girl of noble lineage (there was a saying then, the kind of girl who is black is good). My great-grandfather probably followed that proverb.

After marrying the elder mother, their child would have died. Before my grandfather was born, 6 of my sons died. He would have died even at the age of 4/5 years, many of them have died at a very young age of 2/1 months or even 2/1 years.

Then when my grandfather was born, my great-grandmother said, I will die but let this boy live. The great-grandfather used to hold the hair of his head and pray, Give hair to my son for so long "One night my great-grandmother was sleeping on my grandfather's chest You have taken all my sons and I will not let him take anything. The big mother won in the dream, the fairy could not take it but time to go.

Thank you.