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He is not our child!

He is not our child!
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He Is Not Our Child!

She was sitting on the ground with her hands wrapped around her knees, holding tears in her empty eyes. The third month of her marriage was just over! Tommy was with my mother only yesterday! It is Eid three days later! A young newlywed bride with henna on her hands, she got married just three months ago and in just three months her world will be deserted. Who would have thought that unknown tyrants would lead this poor man's husband? Shot, finally another target of blind bullets in the city of Karachi! 

The house lamp went out behind him, darkening the life of the three-month-old bride. What will happen to this poor man next? Thousands of such questions were echoing around him, but he! No ... What a feeling to know! Maybe she had left her husband to go to heaven herself, silent, lifeless and helpless. We all saw happiness in his house after a long time. O Allah! Allah! His two sisters were married! Mom had some peace of mind. After the ups and downs of the situation, he had this happiness somewhere. 

Carrying a cup full of high hopes and dreams, she stepped on her father-in-law's doorstep. She wondered how my happy life could be so short. I was just decorating my sensual dreams in my thoughts, it was as if the eye was opened and the dream was stolen. What happened? Oh my God! What was my fault? Why is my happy life so short? ... The oppression was not so low that it was found out that a life is growing in this unfortunate person. 

Time changes its course! Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, and months into years! The clouds of grief left with the passage of time. In a short time, a little fairy came into her life and filled her color again and she forgot all about it and started raising her daughter. Mother Mamta became excited and was forced to think about it. What will happen to the daughter after me, who is traveling the life of a canopy without another daughter. Slow down! Slow down! All the children are busy with their own lives and the life of this unfortunate daughter of mine is still desolate. 

During this time, relationships came a lot, but people would say with great indifference that they are ready for marriage, but you should have children because they are not our children. Guess it was! That the daughter is just a beautiful and educated girl of 22 years, then some good people will be found, but after years, this hope began to die in the heart of the mother. The mother just started worrying that before I close my eyes, I would find a suitable companion who would adopt her daughter along with her. 

The tragedy of our society is that people are ready to adopt this mother but no one is ready to adopt her child. They are ready to marry their daughter but they are not ready to adopt her children. No one wants to put their hand on this little girl's head. Understand the delicacy of how much someone's feelings will be hurt, where there are two mothers and the third name is that you leave her children. Keep it because she is not our child. 

These words are also uttered by a mother who can understand her feelings well. I wish there was a change in the thinking of our society that the family should adopt a child who is innocent, who cannot live without his mother and this is what our pious people often say, when they say that religion Understand very well. We know that stepfather also holds the rank of father. 

How many women in our society are forced to become single parents, lonely and alone in this world, you know it and so do we. If this ignorant thinking of the people of our society is eliminated and they are ready to adopt this innocent child along with their mother, then no child will be deprived of their parents and such compelled women who need a companion and a dignified life. Can pass Today, if even one of my houses is changed because of this, I will be red-faced in the sight of Allah because we are in dire need of this change!

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