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Every Thursday

One was the loneliness of my parents, and the other was my father, a Chaudhry of four villages and also the name Chaudhry Hashmat from above. Ever since I was a child, my brain was a boiling pot of oil that was burning on the stove 24 hours a day. My anger was not on my nose, but on my tongue and hands. Dude, people used to say that the rest of the world abuses, Chaudhry invents horror abuses. The housework and the lack of village lived under my hands and shoes. I used to beat him because I was Chaudhry Hashmat. He used to beat me because he was hungry. 

Relationships were invaluable to me, because I had the power, the wealth and everything can be bought with wealth, I believed, the belief that love in the world, which is the basis of every relationship, is sold for money and With my same perfect faith was the basis of my every relationship. So all the relatives, friends, relatives used to fill my breath, I used to spend money on them, they used to kill me. That was me and that was my day and night that my father arranged my marriage to a friend's daughter. 

Although my father had two regular and very bad marriages, for me a woman was really a shoe. Which, of course, made the video an overnight sensation. The woman is made for two things, one is to keep the stove warm and the other is to make the bed. So Zainab became the daughter-in-law of the house. It was good to see and then gradually it was clear that both the stove and the bed were very good to keep warm but I had the same savagery that it was constantly bleeding from my hands and tongue. She came to my wedding so she never did. 

As time went on, landlordism, panchayat, horse riding and hunting were my life after my father passed away. But as time went on, he said that he had been married for more than two years but had not been able to become a father. And slowly this whisper turned into a roar, Zainab used to stay on my laps, fists and abuses then slowly everything became ice for me, I was asleep and Zainab to remove the dust of my horror. She was my wife and she did everything in my name, and hardly any part of her body escaped my horror. 

I used to say that I was Chaudhry Hashmat, she used to say that she was his wife. I was so interested in politics that the MNA of my constituency and the rest of the political activists were lying in my pocket, so Joe used to come and go in G, and in the same guise he shot three slaves of the neighboring village in public. They thought that Chaudhry Hashmat had weakened, so they returned home spitting on their bodies. But what a pity for a TV channel owner that he played everything on TV and then I was on target from all sides, the one who put everyone on the tip of his shoe was on target today, so he was out of control like a wild wolf. 

All the MNAs, MPAs who were lying in my pocket, lost coins. When I tried to settle the matter through Diyat, I found out that they were only three servants of the family, the father and the two sons whom I had killed. So the way to amnesty and compensation was blocked and I was sentenced to life imprisonment and sent to jail. I have been in this prison for six and a half years, and all my relatives, friends, whom I have made my own with the perfect belief that money is the real thing, have made me their own once in the last six and a half years, even once. 

Did not come to visit. The soldier just passed by and said that he had met me. Today is Thursday, and for the past six and a half years, Zainab has been bringing food and freshly washed, ironed clothes every Thursday, every Thursday.