your right sister aisha anasthesia, but sister..
it hurts me a lot, i having a mother, its like ..
oh sister! how can i tell you, how can i explain you bout my mother...
i cry day and night, thinking bout my parents..
alhamdulillah! i do serve for them..
but somewhere nor other it pinches my heart, when someone asks me were is your mother?..
my friends talk to thier parents and introduce me to them...but i, whome shall i introduse to?
my friend ask me .' WERE IS YOUR MOTHER? WHY DOESNT SHE COME? IS YOUR MOTHER DEAD?'..
ya allah! my mother bieng alive how can anyone say she is dead...
i say to them no, she is alive indeed..they ask me. ' if she is, then were is she?...
(my mother does not come out, just sits at one place, and if she does she cannot hear properly, because of dipperession)...
what should i say to them...
should i say to them that she is not fine?..
when i say them' my mother is not fine'..
they ask me when will your mother be fine?...
and again they ask me about my mother' WHERE IS YOU MOTHER'?..
what should i say..
should i lie?
saying my mother is outside, when she is at home...
and when i reveal my story, my real story to them..
they just pretend as if they care about my mother,
and behind me , they mock, they make fun of my mom...
what should i do...
till when?...
why allah! why?..
why cant i feel my mothers love allah?..
why?
it hurts me when i see other parents..
sister you would realise, you would understand, if you were in my place..
every one say (even my relatives) to my father to give my mother talak ( divorce)..
every 1 mock behind my mother,
everyone tease my mother...
my fathers mother has done black magic on my mother.i dont wanna even say her my grand ma.
allah will never forgive her. she has challanged with allah by destroying my mothers life...
she will be questioned on the day of resurrection...
i am waiting for the promised day..
i have to question to that female who destroyed my mother..'
i am just waiting for that day...