You can't raise two children!

  You can't raise two children!

"You  can't bring up two kiddies, how might you take care of business?

Moment, my child let me know what passed. He went to his stock's home with me. According to him,' Mother, get this orange from the table throughout the past two days It's lying there, and no one is eating it. If you've got even a bit of shame, pass and drown yourself. My son has been asking for an orange for a week, and you haven't been able to get it from the market. I was even giving you the money.'"

She was thundering at me, and my screams were piercing. Tears had been falling like reminiscences of rain.

My soul was writhing. Helplessness, like a bomb, had exploded inside me, shattering me into pieces.

I had been sick for the last eight months. Fear had taken over me. I was afraid of people, and going to the market was synonymous with going towards the gallows for me. I had become a psychological patient.

I was confined in the house for months. I was terrified of the world, but sitting at home, I found a strange peace within. Every day, the dust of humiliation would settle on me, and silently, I would watch the spectacle of my disgrace.

"Oh Allah...

Oh, my sustainer...

Oh, the listener of all...

Oh, the giver to all...

Oh, the helper of all...

Oh, the reliever of difficulties...

Due to the assistance of Muhammad and the family of Muhammad...

Forgive me...

I am not sick; I am afflicted...

The affliction of my deeds...

The burden of my sins...

The earnings of my hands...

I have let go of the rope that used to save me from falling...

If my faith in you is broken, then that rope is small...

What seemed small compared to that rope has fallen into the depths of my caste...

I have recognized my breath...

And for this reason, I have also found Your gratitude...

My Lord, forgive me...

Open the doors of every provision for me...

Strengthen the strong rope for me...

The rope that will not let me fall...

Remove the fear inside me...

Grant me the privilege of prostration...

The acceptance of prostrations...

Today, after a long time, the thought of prostration came to me. I performed ablution, prayed two units of prayer, and kept calling to Him in prostration."

I spent so much time in prostration, praying to Him who listens to all and gives to all.

"He who is a long way from the respect of His Highness, let him not with essentially nothing go..."

I had never cried such a great amount in my life.

Today, the helplessness of my son had broken me. His innocent sorrows had shaken me with full force.

Some tears didn't mention stopping. And then, when I raised my head from prostration, I saw my son standing near me, crying as if he had just become an orphan.

I moved forward and embraced him with my chest.

"Father, forgive me. I will never ask for anything again. Just be happy. Live. Be healthy. I don't want anything else from you. Never want anything else."

And I felt as if someone had pushed me with all their might into the air.

With that jolt, I regained consciousness. I observed my status on the ground.

All my fear was gone.

I felt that I had never experienced anything. This caste had saved me.

 

 


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