Today’s Article about pakistani rituals of partner, which is bitter truth.
Pakistani Rituals Story
Partner, A Bitter Truth | An Instructive Story
The first time I heard the word “partner” from my father was when I complained about my aunt’s abuse.
It is very difficult to live in a partner.
I was surprised and said that I am talking about aunty in Abu and you will sit with a partner.
What is this partner Abu?
Close relatives are called partners, from whom we can never be exempt.
Just like your aunt and see how much she loves you, your aunt also shares. Every time she meets you, she kisses your forehead and holds you close to her heart.
All such close relationships are called partners.
But I did not understand Abu’s statement then why it is difficult to be a partner.
It can be difficult to live with your close relatives. Everyone loves me so much.
The partner is so good.
But then after Abu left, I found out that Abu used to lie to me that a partner is one from whom there can be no exemption.
Now look, after Abu’s departure we stay hungry for many days but no aunt, uncle or aunt comes and asks about our condition.
Once, at my insistence, my mother took me to my uncle’s house, but she pushed us away.
Get out from here, we have no place for you.
I still remember how we got back home hungry.
My mother’s tears did not stop all the way.
When I grew up, I came to understand the word ‘partner’.
The partner may abuse you, push you away, but can’t give you a one-time meal.
When our stomachs were cramping with hunger, but even in these circumstances no one came to ask about our condition.
The partner had stopped inviting us to the wedding etc.
That these two will only come to eat. Hungry people. Do they have anything to give now?
The people of the neighborhood used to give us bread from time to time.
The carelessness of this partner had robbed me of my mother.
Yeah All that sounds holy crap to me, Looks like BT aint for me either.
My uncles, aunts, all the participants came and all were crying.
My aunt was holding the bed of my mother and was crying loudly remembering what she knew.
How was the partner? When he was alive, no one came to ask and today everyone was saddened by the sadness of my mother’s departure.
I was thinking that if this same partner had given my mother a one-time meal and had done the housework in return, my mother would be alive today.
I wish I could drop a bomb and bury all my partners here today.
Baba used to say that there can be no exemption for us, perhaps that is why this partner was gathered at the death of my mother.
Everyone was busy eating herbs and legumes.
And I was sitting on the sidelines wondering what would happen to me now?
Will this empty stomach swallow me like a mother?
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