Life

Today I will tell the story of a woman's life. He is my cousin.

Their marriage age will be 16/17 years. They had a relationship. In a word, he forced her to marry him. Among us, marriage is most common among relatives. So has Bhabhi. She is married to her cousin. They live in the same house.

The future was so beautiful to look at that I can't describe it in words. They have three children. Two daughters a son. Very nicely arranged family. The brother was abroad for about a few years. The future brother is crazy to say. He would not see anything with his eyes except his brother. Bhabhi used to do whatever he said.

Bhabhi sometimes had a headache. Napa would have recovered by playing. That's why no other big doctor was shown. When he had two daughters, his brother said that if he did not have a son this time, he would remarry. Bhabhi used to cry a lot. I loved my brother very much. That's why you didn't say anything. Then they have a son with many vows. Muaz is a very dear child.

Their new three-storey house. He gave me new furniture from my father's house. But I couldn't stay happy for long. Suddenly one day he became unconscious. He had a tumor under his armpit. It goes to the head and sits. That's why I used to have a headache. Then X-rays can find out if you have TB. In fact, there is a brain tumor. Wrong treatment begins.

Yet man has made a family of inhuman names. He kept the children at bay. Husband is standing side by side. He was sent home after his illness. His responsibilities are over. No more inquiries. Lives in the same house but still so rocky.

After taking TB medicine for three months, he was taken again as there was no improvement. After many tests, a brain tumor was caught. By that time, the roots of that tumor had spread all over the head. The word goes to Bhabhi's ears. She cries a lot. He hit his chest with his hand and cried a lot.

He used to get treatment from his father's house. Life was almost over when Escort was taken to the hospital. The doctor said he could live only 45 days. Bhabhi's mother was not informed about this. But we all knew. Brother would not even go to see. It will cost a lot of money. Maybe he was scared to hear about a lot of money. But never thought about their children. How will three-year-old Muaz live without his mother.

Bhabhi was very arrogant. When the brother left, Bhabhi would sit on the verandah. He would look as far as he could see. But he never looked back. Well people are so bastards. He had a family for so many years with whom he is so ill today. It was his responsibility to stand by her side. I would wipe away her tears. It was the responsibility of the brother to wipe away the tears. But he was engrossed with him. But he has come for Hajj. I used to pray five times. He used to preach in congregation. Yet I do not understand how it is so bastard.

When Bhabhi was healthy, everyone was by her side. Today there is no one on the sick side. At one point he lost his memory. Couldn't recognize anyone. Just stared. He could not walk or talk.

As a result of being in the hospital for three months, Muaz has forgotten his mother. Muaz would go to sleep crying at night. He would be very stubborn. He would bite his mother and cut the pinch. I understood that he was very proud of his mother. He used to express the pain of not being able to get close to his mother.

Muaz's aunt and I used to sit next to Bhabhi. I would comb my hair, make fruit juice, eat it, take a bath, massage my hands and feet with oil. This future could not see me. He was always behind me. But those who were his relatives are busy today. There was no one to serve him. Alhamdulillah I have always been by your side. I used to sit holding hands. I used to sit face to face.

The brothers are busy talking about the tenants of their house. No inquiries of the wife. Ever since she heard that Bhabhi will not live anymore, she has stopped coming to their house. He forgot he had a wife. I have not seen her sitting or sitting next to Bhabhi in three months.

My sister-in-law used to hit me and Muaz's aunt. She wanted to say something but couldn't. Maybe that's what he used to say. Even though he was so sick, he used to sleep with Muaz in his arms.

Bhabhi was bitten by a mosquito. Aleya and I clean the whole house together. So that there is no dirt anywhere. Aleya and I took the last bath on Thursday. Very clean rubbing table. I went to my father's house. I will leave in a few days.

But during Fajr my groom called. Called my father's number. Dad came and said Bhabhi was dead. I called the groom and talked a lot. Because I didn't want to go to my father's house. He sent me by force.

Very early in the morning I left the baby with my mother and ran away. The whole house was surrounded by a curtain. I grabbed Bhabhi's body and took her down. Muaz in his father's lap. Leaving everything behind, he became an orphan. And you will not see anyone sitting on the verandah. And you don't have to sell land for treatment.

The beggar was very hurt. But he could not reveal.

Aleya and I help them when they take a bath. He was not afraid to see the body. I was very tough. I was just looking at Bhabhi. Blood comes out of Bhabhi's nose. Seeing Aleya, he immediately became unconscious. But I was. I didn't think Bhabhi was dead. I saw death very closely. I have seen whether God can do it.

When the body was taken away, I saw my brother hugging Muaz and crying a lot. So far he has realized that he had one. Who always slept next to him. His happiness was the companion of sorrow. Everyone left with the body buried.

Muaz went to his mother's house and shouted loudly, "Where is my mother?" Her crying does not stop. When someone brings a car, Muaz runs away. My mother is coming. There was a water bottle. When he saw it, he would say it was my mother's hospital bottle.

My brother used to visit the grave with Muaz. The next morning Bhabhi's little girl came to me with a phone. Call my mother and I will talk. Ammuto will never be able to speak again. I don't know his name. Muaz used to say when mother would come. I cried a lot at night.

I used to sleep with Muaz in my arms. I used to sleep with Muaz in my arms. He would hold her in his arms. I saw her tears. There were always tears in the corners of her eyes. He loved me so much that he would stop crying when he took me in his arms.

It was as if he was staring at me for a moment. I would tell him what happened to Muaz when I saw his eyes. Then he would be silent. He would not eat food without my hands. He used to see his mother in me. I had all the responsibilities of Muaz. From eating to sleeping. The whole time is in my house. Everything in my house was free for Muaz. My sons have the same rights as Muaz.

Now Muaz has grown up. Fall in madrasa. Madrasa will come to me before the holiday. I love Muaz very much.

The brother got married again. The new wife has a son again. I have forgotten Muaz. There were so many cherished children but no one in the world without a mother. But they stay at the grandmother's house. Baba does not even look for the inhuman name.

Sir @TheRandomRewarder @Telesfor   if you give me the inspiration, I will get the inspiration to write better.

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