I was eating bread and carefully observing his movements. After baking one of his loaves, he baked two more loaves and wrapped them in the table.
I don't know for which friend she bakes bread. The table is empty in the afternoon. A few days ago, pickle was added. The pickle box is also getting empty. Who is being robbed of my child's earnings? Whispers are heard from the back room. His whispers eat my heart. Mother's voice echoed in my ears. She seemed to me, as well, like a bright morning. Comb braided face shining with direct demand I looked at him carefully after how many days today, his face was not shining like this. A woman who was exhausted from the discomfort and workload was beginning to feel satisfied. There was something that made her face glow. The sheets lying on the bed were starting to stay clean, even the old and worn sheets were clean.
The kitchen in the corner of the courtyard was just as changeable. Scattered ashes began to gather around the stove. Bread maker, who used to roll around the stove like this, would now sit on the back as a bridegroom. She would roll up the scattered dry flour and put it back in the dry box as if it were a sandwich of demand. The many-year-old canister of flour rested on a wooden stool under a white handkerchief, like the old man of the house.
I went home in the morning and came home in the evening tired. I rarely met myself. I used to pay attention to him. I looked carefully at my mother's complaint for several days. ...! But he did the looting, and then he kept the looting in this house. How much did I earn?
A small retail store that barely makes lentil bread. She used to help me by sewing upside down. Ever since she started sewing, the condition of the house has improved a bit. I quietly reviewed it for several days. At my mother's request, I started monitoring her, listening to her whispers, her friend with whom she was talking ...! I was nothing compared to him. She liked him and also his bread, then he would go to ask her every day. His whispers started eating my heart too. My heart started pounding through my eyes. It tasted like sweet mango. She was saying She went to take the sewing job from the teacher. She always talks about you. You know what you have mixed and fed her. Everything is yours, starting with you and ending with you. Your throat all the time.
It seems that he loves them very much, dear, I also love him the most, even more than my uncle ...! The teacher says that he comes to meet her in disguise. See, I keep the house clean all the time. When did you leave? I'm afraid it won't happen. I don't recognize it. My face turned red when I heard this, but I kept listening to his expression of love, his impatience, his words were a bit strange, the sea was melted in the moisture of his tone. I was drowning in these seas listening to him.
“I also want to talk to you a lot. But I don't know how to talk to the four parties. One thing you must say. I am more hungry than bread before marriage. Ever since I got married and come to this house, I have been starving. The pain of a hungry stomach was more cruel than the pain of childbirth. I could not bear it. Your deputy did not keep me hungry even for a single day. How can I thank you? Who knows better than me how hungry the bread of three times is? ”
In the name of Allah, give food to the hungry ...! While talking, she got up anxiously, kissed the rosary, wrapped it around her forehead, picked up the same two extra loaves of bread, put pickles on them and handed them over to the poor.
Son of man, I asked you for food, but you refused. The servant will ask the Almighty! How can I feed you? You are the Lord of the worlds. You will feed and nourish the innumerable creatures in the universe. Allah will say: Do you not know that My servant asked you to eat, But you refused. If you had fed him, you would have found him with me.
A few days ago, he had narrated this hadith narrated by Teacher. I listened to it with my eyes closed at that time and then forgot in the morning. I kept crying and suffering. Why even that one look of doubt and malice? The eye would open, but his recommendation saved me. I knew it well. To his friend and also to style in return. He liked her humble thanks. He came to ask for food and then became his regular guest. She was lucky he didn't let her wake up.
Those two loaves were not extra, those two were useful ...!
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