Pakistan: The two change makers of my life

The society in which we are living is very happy to receive a baby boy but baby girl is yet not happily received. This remind me of that age when things began to clear up to me and I notice my mother and father fighting for domestic expenses. It came to my notice that my father is a drug addict and my mother was not told about it before marriage.
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When my mother got married she had dreams like all other girls that her husband would b a prince and she will be a princess.But she came know about her husband that he is a drug addict and pay is very small . My mother got pregnant and she compromised for the coming child and started living quietly. But daily she was teased for the expenses. She was pregnant and she had nothing to eat. One day she went to canal for suicide. Standing on the canal she taught what is the fault of this baby. She dropped this idea and went home again. Soon she realized that my father’s pay is not that enough to meet the daily expenses. Father used to take money from the pay even and some times mother had to sleep without eating. She ask her mother in law to support her as my father used to give pay to my grandmother. But no one listened. She ask a neighbourer that she can stitch clothes and ask other they can come for stitching. In this way she can earn money to day living. She started stitching and days went on. My mother was now mother of four children. Our house was made of mud and on the rainy day we had to keep pots under roof for trickling of water from roof.Some times my mother slept hungry but gave us food. We all were going school. The house in which we were living was a family house. My father’s brothers were asking for the share. My mother sold her old jellewry and gave them share. Now the house was ours.
We all were studying. Me an my sister were the good students. We were studying on scholarship till matric or with concession in the fee. The elder was careless. My mother had all hopes with him . He started smoking. My mother used to weep seeing him taking cigarettes. Now one from my father and my mother family supported us. Father was sent to rehabilitation centers three times but after coming home he started again drugs. My mother health was going down. Doctors diagnose her with stomach ulcer. But she never took medicine. Always busy in stitching clothes. We both sisters were mature enough now and we helped our mother in her domestic work. She use to train girls stitching For free. She used to say that if you are not educated you should have a skill so when you are in difficult situation your skill will help you.

One day the house roof was near to collapse and my mother nearly escaped from accident. She decided to built the house. She borrowed from people and the money which she saved for Hajj use to reconstruct the house. She saved money of labourer by throwing all the mud and bricks on her head at night to a distant place. We helped our mother. But we used to be very surprised with our mother’s courage. She had self respect and she never begged from any one. My brother did F.A and he was free. Only mother was earning. My sister after Intermediate started private study and ask my mother to get me regular education. My mother worked day and night to support my education. Her health was deteriorating. She had glasses now. Her eye sight was getting weak. We worked very hard.We both topped in our area in graduation degree and started job. My mother was very happy. Our elder brother also got job in a govt department.We second time used to give tuition to students. Mother was collecting money for sister marriage. My mother was now bit relax and started living happily.
As they say after every happiness is a grief, Father was diagnosed with cancer and he died. Even though my mother’s life became a misery due to my father but she was in her dark span if life. She gave us courage and again started her work. And then the time came of sister and brother marriage ,she handled it lonely, managed it in an efficient way.

After that me worked day and night to earn good for my mother. She went for umrah. And she had dream of hajj till today. She still stitches clothes. We three are happily married and younger brother is left. She is now collecting money for his marriage. What I am today is just because of my mother. I m proud of her. I salute you Ammi for the efforts for us. You did every thing for us but never ask to pay back. You are the real model if strength, patience, hard work, power, self-respect. The role my mother paid in my life is rare. Today I can speak, I can raise my voice, I was awarded with awards, certificates, I m respected just because of you ammi.
My dear mother , my all exams got easy due to you
You made my childhood, made my each moment memorable
With the shade of your motherhood
A special thanks to the World Pulse , they told me about new version of me which I never saw before. I never taught that I could be able to speak and write about women issues. But they appreciated me and now I want to play more part to eradicate the ignorance, feudalism and poverty of society. I never taught I would be appreciated. The first comment I received after my first story made me cry to see that people do appreciate others struggle. Want to empower women by raising my voice. I hope my voice is heard. Plat form World Pulse is proving is vey essential and instrumental. Love to all the women in the world
If you are not educated get the skill