MY REAL STORY (PART 1)

A poor family lived in a very small house. In their house, all the basic necessities were present. Four children lived in that house—two girls and two boys.

Three of the children were the type who minded their own business, but one girl was among those who dreamed big. She was very scared, timid, and yet, from the bottom of her heart, she held free-spirited thoughts.

Every single day, fights used to happen in her house. Over very small things, her parents would argue, and because of this, she used to break from the inside—meaning her heart and mind were completely shattered.

She was very small. Once, she was riding a bicycle, but while riding, her foot got trapped inside the bicycle chain. Now, you all must be thinking that her parents must have taken her into their warm arms or comforted her? No, my dear friends, it did not happen like that. Her father slapped her tightly—so hard that she caught a burning fever.

Every time, she used to think that someone should love her too, but her parents never gave her any importance.

Since childhood, she was sent away to live with her grandmother in the name of upbringing, and her parents left to build their own separate world.

That small five-year-old girl kept searching for her parents' affection. She was living while believing everything to be true—that her parents, grandmother, brother, and sister loved her. But no, that was nothing but her own illusion.

At such a tender young age, she had seen everything—her parents' fights and the angry words of her family. The whole family treated her less like a part of the family and more like a heavy burden. My question to all of you is, please tell me, have you ever gone through this kind of pain?

My friends, this girl still had many battles left to fight. One day, a huge fight happened between her parents, so bad that things reached the point of divorce. That scared, trembling little girl hid behind the door, crying, and prayed to her Lord, saying, "O Allah, please do not separate my parents. Grant them the right understanding."

They say that the one who has no one, has God. Her God heard her prayer, and her parents did not get a divorce. However, the elders of the community advised them to stay apart for a few months.

Now, when parents separate, whoever keeps the children has to look after everything for them. The mother decided that the daughters would stay with the father, and said, "Only my sons will stay with me."

Now think about it, at such a young age, that little girl had to carry her own burden. They went to their paternal grandfather's house, where her aunties treated them like complete strangers.

The father used to bring the children to meet the mother, but the mother would brainwash them, telling them to trouble others. But that little girl had the fear of God in her heart; she never even thought of troubling anyone.She didn't have to stay like this for many months. Thankfully, her parents reunited within two months, Alhamdullilah.

But even then, it was decided that the two girls would stay at their maternal grandmother's (Nani's) house, and the parents would keep the boys with them.

Just think, even when we grow up, we miss our parents so much. So, wouldn't that tiny little girl miss her parents too?

Now my friends , this is only few parts for that girl life ,now i am going.we will meet in next part 2. for that times take care your self and good day or ,good night and buy buy.

(Part :2 coming soon)