When I was 21 years old, I got married to my cousin. There was no special feeling that I was married. The wife was also of proper form and was not even literate. When my mother liked it, I also started liking it.
I got my job in the early days of marriage, I had to stay away from home because the journey is long I can't come every day. Can't come home early, sometimes after a week, sometimes it takes fifteen days. Sometimes my son was born. I came back from the city that day. I am the only heir. I felt like my partner came into the world today. I didn't want to come home, now I don't want to go. When he was a little older, my house flourished and Allah gave me a beautiful moon. But Allah completed me by giving me another son. Now I was having trouble with their studies. I started thinking of taking the children to the city because my mother had passed away.
I told my wife that the children would go to school. I told my wife we should shift to the city, we left the village. I used to go to the office every day and drop my children off at school. When my wife was in the village, I did not know that she was suffering from depression. Life became difficult when she became depressed. When I arrived at the office, I received a call from my neighbor. He said, We hear the cries of children from your house. We are knocking on the no one is opening it.
It was night in my day and I ran home and saw the cries of children. He broke down the door and saw that everyone was unconscious.
People around me took my wife and children to the hospital. The wife died on arrival at the hospital and the children were admitted. I brought my wife's body to the village and buried her. My eldest son's body was brought by my friend. Two children were hospitalized and reached them on the third day. When the daughter was born, I felt that my family was complete. Hopefully my youngest son is returning to life. I came to the village to bury my daughter. I thought I would never go to the city.
My eyes became dry. My tongue got tired of praying. My youngest son also passed away. I lost everything. I thought I was crazy. Then my aunt started living with me. She had no children of her own. That's how I got two meals a day. My father had some land. I sold it and started a small works which started working well. I kept myself I could not take care of my children. Today, ten years will pass. My paternal aunty said, What will happen to you after my death? Get married. Allah will run your house well. There will be children of life. Eventually, I got bored and got married. Today I wonder what will happen next. Will I be able to keep him happy? There are many questions but no answer
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