THE TRAGIC STORY OF
WOMAN.
THE TRAGIC STORY OF WOMAN.
My name is Kaleem
Haider. I was a major in the army. My father beat my mother and broke her
shoulder bone. Due to not getting proper treatment, the bone damaged the blood
vessels and blood supply. Due to the closure, my mother's arm was lifeless and
dry. Then when my mother had a stroke and her other arm was also paralyzed, I
resigned from my post and decided to serve my mother. Even after a million
attempts, my heart was not satisfied and I resigned.
I am from Toba Tek Singh
district. My mother was thirteen years old when my Nano passed away. They can
earn money and feed them or they can be their protectors and stay at home. So
when my mother reached the age of sixteen, my mother married my grandfather to
his nephew (my mother's cousin) thinking so. He is a good looking boy at home.
He understands my daughter very well. He also has a nephew, so he will keep her
happy. But this proved to be my grandfather's fantasy. My mother cried three
times and came to her father's doorstep. Each time my grandfather prayed for
his brother (my grandfather) and sent him back to my mother.
When my grandfather
passed away a year and a half later, my mother became completely destitute. My
grandparents got an open holiday. Once my father had to go for Friday prayers
and my mother could not iron his clothes due to ill health, so he beat my
mother with a washing stick and beat her. The shoulder bone was broken. After
the shoulder bone was broken, no one bothered to show it to the doctor. On the
contrary, if my mother groaned in pain, she would be beaten more and would be
given titles like excuse eater because of her constant movement. The broken
bone also cut the blood supply to the fingers and arm.
When the blood supply
vessels were cut off, the blood supply slowly stopped reaching the fingers and
the arm began to become lifeless. Convinced that my mother was completely
paralyzed, they accused her of being immoral and divorced her and kicked her
out of the house. I was seven months old. For two months my mother was sheltered
by the village midwife in her house. My mother was evicted from the midwife's
house and also from the village. After being evicted from the village, my
mother had no other place to stay. The Sangh reached the city and the first
night my mother took me under a fleshy crack and my mother stayed up all night
holding me in her arms so that no one don’t let the stray dog chew on me.
As time goes on, first
my mother fills her stomach by picking up the dirty fruit lying around the
fruit carts, then through the system created by Allah Almighty, she converts
this food into milk and arranges food for me and fills my stomach when my After
a while my mother lives in the bazaar, the local shopkeepers start trusting my
mother, so they get a job cleaning in the shops.
After picking me up in the shops and putting me in a swing-like cloth behind me and hanging it behind me, it would be very difficult to clean with only one hand, so my mother collected some money and polished a brush, hammer, nail thread and sewing shoes after buying a bed. My mother lays me on her lap and sews shoes with the help of one hand and mouth They make it dirty and give it to my mother for polishing and when my mother cleans these shoes with the help of mouth and clothes, they laugh at my mother's helplessness.
As time goes on, when I
reach the age of going to school, my mother, through the local imam of the
mosque and some esteemed people, my father takes her a copy of the identity
card on the promise that my son will never grow up in Dadhial's property.
Participation will not be demanded Give and bear all our expenses. In return,
despite the refusal of my mother Syed Zafar Shah, she takes over the housework.
I get selected and I am counted among the top ten cadets. I complete the course
and my marriage is done with the daughter of a respected teacher.
When I am on a mission
as Captain Intelligence, my dear teacher, my father-in-law Syed Zafar Sahib
dies of a heart attack. I can't attend N's funeral and after completing the
mission I sit on his grave all day all week and apologize for not being able to
shoulder his funeral. When my heart was light, I would go back to duty. I was
the only and unique officer in my entire badge who first became a spy himself
and tracked down the enemy then prepared his team and destroyed the enemy. I
was on a mission in Balochistan when I found out that my mother had a stroke. I
remember my seniors badge mates even resigned from the army despite being
stopped by my spouse and got busy in the service of my mother I remember
Colonel Latif and Brigadier Imtiaz told me after this decision you will regret
my Begum had sworn to me that she would leave no stone unturned in the service
of my mother.
Somewhere in my heart
there was a feeling that my mother could not tell my wife what she could tell
me, so I resigned and began to serve my own mother. As long as my mother lived,
I could hardly. If I hadn't spent a night out of the house, I would have spent
18 hours out of 24 hours with my mother. I had built a small car showroom on
which the employee would sit. So blessed that I have seven showrooms abroad in
Norway today I have my own industry in pakistan today my mother has died today
my children are young my daughter is studying in america both sons have
completed their education After doing business in Norway, my children are
waiting for their parents to give them an order and they will carry it out.
Some time ago, I went to the United States with my wife to visit my daughter.
At her daughter's request, we went to the old home. I was amazed to see a
Pakistani living there who I knew was Brigadier Imtiaz as soon as I saw his
face. His horror, his splendor, his splendor are all gone in America. He was a
skeleton. He didn't recognize me even after reminding me. When I asked the
administration, I found out that his son had left him here And on his death, I
was advised to be buried in a Muslim cemetery. On my return from the old home,
I arrived at my home exhausted. I was looking at my daughter massaging her feet
and thinking that really treating her parents kindly is a process that you will
write today, tomorrow your children will read it to you and the condition of
Brigadier Imtiaz made me think this. Was sealed.
THE End