Story

After my brother's death four years ago, my sister-in-law was also buried alive with her brother. I saw the practice of satidah in front of me. Repeatedly the inside of the chest was twisted. What a cruel joke I was faced with. I will witness an awkward thing I never thought possible. Four years ago, five months after the marriage, the brother died in a hurry. One night, the brother was groaning with chest pain. After being taken to the doctor, the doctor declared him dead. My third mother when I was brought home from the doctor. The third mother may be a little surprised to hear that. However, my father has been married three times in total. Ayesha, the mother of the brother who was buried alive with the body of the brother that day, was the first wife. After two years of marriage, he lost his mental balance. So he was kept in the insane asylum. I heard that his brother was only two years old then. Then my mother Suraiya Begum set foot in this house as her second wife. Then I was born. I continue to grow up in the care of my brother and mother. However, he did not have the caress on his forehead for a long time. He committed suicide on my 5th birthday. When I think of that day, I am still in shock. In the evening my birthday cake was brought. I went to my mother's room dressed very nicely and saw the door locked. I started knocking on the door in surprise. There was no response. After breaking down the door, I noticed that my mother's burning body was stuck in the fan. The mother committed suicide by strangling herself with a black cloth. I was surprised to see a black tick on my mother's hand when she was dropped off. The bottom of the neck was smeared with yellow. There were scratches on the lips and face. It looked like a wild animal had hit the mother. When I hugged my mother's body and started crying, my father stopped me. When I forced myself to leave, my father's staff dragged me and locked me in the house. Then the mother was taken to the yard. What I saw in the half moonlight through the window of the house was unbearable. Didn't realize I had to witness so much violence at a young age. The brother also went to visit his uncle's house. So I am the only witness of the matter. I noticed that my father was harassing my mother. Cut the throat separately, put it aside and wash the whole body with water and apply turmeric. I couldn't help but scream. It seemed that the words were stuck in the throat and the inertia of the tongue also increased. It was as if the inside of my mind was burning. I was young so I was having a hard time to bear it. At the end of the yellow paste, the headless body of the mother was cremated. It is better to say that I am the daughter of a Muslim family. It was not known how the bodies of Muslim families were buried in this way. After burning, he saves the ashes, then separates the mother's head and takes it somewhere. Note that the body of a suicide was given to the police but my parents did not let anyone know about it. Our house was in a place where there was little hint of locality. Due to which the father did not have a problem to hide the matter. And since Nana's house is far away, the work is answered in the middle of the night before they come and they are told that their mother has been buried. They also could not suspect the father. Because the mother's relationship with the father was quite good. I was mentally broken for a while after that day. I did not dare to tell anyone about it for fear of my father. However, he was young so he did not remember the violent incident for long. Fifteen days after his mother's death, my father married a young girl named Tejaswini for the third time. From then on, my older brother and I continued to be human to the third mother. We had a good day. There were no such incidents. In fact, Tejanswini loved us like her own sons and daughters. And since he had no sons or daughters, we were all there. I did not understand the lack of mother. When my brother was eighteen, I was barely fourteen. The brother had just passed the Inter exam and he got married in a hurry. The story took place five months after the brother's marriage. Let's come to the incident. It was three o'clock at night when the brother was brought from the hospital after being declared dead. My third mother Tejaswini said to Bhabhi - come take a bath. My fianc was almost mad at her husband's show then. She could not tell the news of her husband's death to her family then. Earlier, Bhabhi's mobile phone was snatched from her hand. I didn't understand what was happening and why it was happening or why these things were happening. Meanwhile, Bhabhi sat silently and cried without listening to Tejaswini's words. Then he dragged Bhabhi to the bath and took off her white shroud. Bhabhi shouted and said- why did my mother teach me shrouds? Tejaswini laughed and said- you have to go with Shadaf too, I love her. People with love always have to be together. It is the fulfillment of love. (Brother's name was not mentioned. My brother's name was Shadaf). Bhabhi was surprised and said- I mean? Tejaswini raised her forehead with a frown and said- I mean you will be buried with Shadaf very straight. The familiar face looked as if it were a stranger. It seemed like I wasn't looking wrong. Tejaswini's mask was first unveiled that day. As a result, the story of what happened to my mother nine years ago came to my eyes that day. I couldn't say anything because I seemed to be speech impaired. However, when Bhabhi heard Tejaswini's words, she suddenly shouted, "I will not go with Shadaf." Don't bury me alive. Bhabhi ran away. The others grabbed him and brought him back. Before slaughtering chickens, Bhabhi used to squirm for survival. I just stood there staring and tears in my eyes. Everyone grabbed him and he started throwing his arms and legs to get rid of him. Then as soon as the father put something in Bhabhi's mouth, saliva started dripping from her mouth. He fainted. But he was alive. Ten minutes later, he was buried with his brother. When Bhabhi started to get up from the grave, everyone hugged Bhabhi to her chest and laid her down. Ish, he didn't get much trouble. And then the cloud of Shravan was falling with my eyes. There was nothing to do. Because my hands and feet were not moving. Bhabhi and Bhai were buried in an inhuman way. Bhabhi's family was later informed that Bhabhi was missing. But I know how Bhabhi was brutally killed. From then on, my life was stuck in that cursed house and I continued to endure everything in silence. In other words, the unknown fear seemed to bind everything. I do not know why? What makes it so? What is the benefit or loss? But I think it would have been better if life had ended. The issue of suicide cannot be done even if it is difficult. That's how it took four years. Four years later, on my eighteenth birthday, my dad knocked on my door. I opened the door and stopped to look at the environment of the house. I got quite scared. What can I say about such a tumultuous environment. I looked around and saw a bottle of rose water. The agarbati is burning. I realized maybe something bad would happen to me today. I took care of myself. My father came forward and said- go and take a bath. I'll go for a walk with you. Dad never treats me so well. My father's behavior was also quite mysterious. So I shook my head and said to my father- OK. My father listened to me and left. I did not go straight to the bath and looked at my father. As soon as I went to Baba Tejaswini's house, I stood behind the door. (Oh, you are not introduced to me, I am Rukaiya. Everyone calls the name Ruku by shortening it. I study in the humanities department in the second year. I don't go to college much. It would be wrong not to go. Come on) Anyway listening to Dad I realized something bad was going to happen to me today. My hands and feet began to tremble. Chest palpitations also increased. It seemed to me that I would have a heart attack. I took care of myself a lot. I came home and started thinking about running away. Meanwhile, I did not understand what to do without money. After much thought, I stole some money from my father's pocket. The smell of agarbati and the smell of rose water floated around my nose as if my head was hurting. Still, I dared to close the door and pack my clothes and other necessities. Someone knocked on the door. I shuddered at the sound of knocking. Somehow I opened the door and put the sheets under the bed and saw Tejaswini standing with a white shroud in her hand. I swallowed and said- are you mother? Tejaswini smiled lightly and said- yes I am. I have brought this saree for you. How do you read on your birthday. I said a little scared - white sari? Tejaswini smiled broadly and said - yes white sari. White is a sign of whiteness. It is called sacred color. So I brought it. I took the white sari with trembling hands without listening to Tejaswini's words. I thought it was a shroud. Anyway, I told Tejaswini with the white sari- I will come later. Tejaswini heard me and pulled a line of smile on one corner of her cheek. I closed the door. Somehow after the white saree I went out of the house with the necessary things and leaves. I wrapped myself well and got on the bus. Going to an unfamiliar city, people are quite unfamiliar, but I could see a glimmer of hope. I don't know where the destination is and where it will end. Just know I have found an unknown light. In the darkness of that light there will be no violent event. I can paint myself in the light of that light. Sitting on the bus, Ruku closed the diary and took a deep breath, writing down the most horrific event of his life. He began to feel quite uncomfortable in his mind. Began to take big breaths. If the breath was taken in an empty place, then maybe two or three echoes of that breath would come out. In the meanwhile, sweat started accumulating on his forehead. Raindrops came through the windows and the amount of sweat on his forehead increased and he started rolling. At this moment it seemed as if someone had come to his side. Suddenly sensing such a presence, he looked to the side and got scared .... Shall we go? Story: In search of unknown light.