Assalamualaikum! how are you all Alhamdulillah and I am fine with your prayers. I am writing from Umm Tahira Jannat Ashuganj Fertilizer, Ashuganj, Bibaria, Bangladesh.
Today I want to share with you some undisclosed things in my mind.
Mom has not shared with anyone till now.
We are 3 sisters and 1 brother. I live in Ashuganj Fertilizer quarter. Currently I am studying in Ashuganj Fertilizer School and College. My two sisters live in Dhaka.
Alhamdulillah their current condition is very good.
We had to spend a lot of wood and coal to get to this state.
My father is a very simple person. Few believe anyone. My mother is also very intelligent. When she used to point out my father's mistakes, my father would not take it seriously but instead scolded my mother. Naturally, the mother kept quiet.
My father had 3 drug stores in Dhaka Mitford. My father and my 2 uncles together
The shops used to sell medicines at wholesale prices. All the buyers of Bangladesh buy medicines from here at cheap prices.
When my elder sister was young, my father was falsely accused due to a family dispute. Father Ferrari was traveling from country to country as a criminal.
He does not care about the world. We don't even feel the need to know how our day is going.
In fact, he is struggling to fulfill his own needs, how will he fulfill our needs?
My simple father is weak he has no chance my 2 uncles. A lot of dramatists say to the father, Mia Bhai, you are not in the shop now, your signature is required for various needs, so if you sign some papers and keep them, I can use them if necessary. My father
The shop was the name. We had a tin set building behind the shop.
My uncles stood by us in this predicament. After some time they were not able to support us anymore. So my elder sister gave it to my uncle's house, I gave it to my uncle's house, my younger sister gave it to my uncle's house. Go eat business now. Business is done without money. Another warrior started in our life. My brother's license and another person's capital continued our life. It is a responsibility to understand the cost of living in someone else's house without parents. Like many working girls, this was the life of our three sisters. My brother and I used to live in Savar Cantonment without eating. We were learning contracting in the cantonment. Sometimes I would hide and cry when I thought of my parents. My uncles are ours but our aunts are not ours. He used to do the work by us. We three sisters did not quit studying even in the face of hundreds of costs. We thought we now have a mother tool is education.
Our life was different, my mother would never say, come close and put oil on your head and braid your hair, my father and I would say that if you don't get wet in the rain, you won't get teeth. There was no friendship between my brothers and sisters. I had a lively childhood and adolescence. Because I lived in the next house. After that we did not stop in front of life I brought it forward.
A great trait among our three sisters was that they did not share their weaknesses with anyone. I was always very tiptop. The real condition of the mother could not be seen from the outside.
Now we all have our own house in Dhaka. Alhamdulillah, son, daughter, I am good with my family. Another thing is very similar between our 3 sisters. Every year they both come to my house. To enjoy the fun of the village. My husband also likes them a lot.
I am relieved to share my unpublished words with you on this platform. I think everyone on this platform is a close-knit family in my circle. There you can share your thoughts openly.
Finally, thank you all from the bottom of my heart for taking the time and patience to read my crudely written post.
Thanks everyone
bye
@tahirajannat
Bibaria, Bangladesh.
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