After a month, the wounds were all dry. I got completely healthy. One day I went on my way to my husband's house on foot. But the surprise, who and who broke the house crushed. A house like a large palace has become a huge debris. But there was no harm in the house around him. I asked a lot of people nearby. But no one answered my words. Nobody said, if my husband is alive Or has gone somewhere.

Then I came to my younger sister Fahima. After that Fahima came to my house in Judea's house. My sister was shocked to hear my sad story. Still calm me down and said, sorry sister! Life is sad and sad Our desire is more than happiness, but God's will is not the rule. He gives more than the share of sorrow. So that we can feel better the taste of happiness.

My sister, trying to put my hand on my head, would not have any anger. When you got sorrow, now be happy, you can also enjoy happiness. Stay with me I will be having three sisters together. Khabodabo Veerabo, Hasabo, Gaibo, Dance. But Shadi will not do anybody. No man knows who the style is. What is the need to get involved in trouble?

From that we did not marry any more. Eat and sing songs of joy I'm very good. We have shared our work. I market- cook it. And the younger sister kept the house. And big sister Zubaida she is a housewife. His words are all gone.

Without a man, our days were swearing on us. Apart from a lot of time, the cool man came in the market. The whole day was cut and screwed with him. Then these three colored fakirasaha shelter came in our house. Then your arrival After all, you know everything.

This is my miserable story.