old mother

Evening fell when the bride of the night was rapidly spreading her black curls over the city and licking up the light of day. After entering the whole day to meet people of different moods and listen to their problems, my nerves were desperately seeking rest. After getting off the main gate of my house, the security guard on the street rushed toward me. His coming toward me like this without permission was not a sign of a normal situation, because under normal circumstances he would not do this. I rang the doorbell. He stopped and started looking at him with disrespectful eyes. Sir, for the past several days, a disabled old woman in a wheelchair has been visiting you, and you are not at home. Today, when she came and did not meet you, she came to me and said, "Son, I am a widow, disabled, worried woman. I am in great trouble. For God's sake, help me and make me meet the professor." tried a lot to avoid it, but the old woman did not begin to pray, but instead started crying that if I had a son, he would have helped me. If you allow me, let me bring him to you. Now you can rest a little so that I can bring him later. I looked a little further into his little room, where the face of an old woman was peeping out from the door, poor hope. She was looking at us with her eyes, seeing her plight, I indicated that she should go and bring the distressed woman to me. The woman is really very worried, but the security guard ran to me and took the old woman in the wheelchair to me. I opened the door and asked for tea and water in the house and sat on a chair and waited for a while. An old woman came in front of me. She was thanking me with grateful eyes and words. I was looking at her with kind eyes. I wanted to give her the full opportunity to speak so that she would realize that I listened to her carefully and I did not want to pamper her with tea, water, etc. The old lady continued the conversation. What's up son, I'm so ashamed of you. For the last several days I've been circling your house looking for a ray of hope. do not have. I am a school teacher, I have been working in government schools for 35 years and I am supporting myself and my daughter. My problem is my daughter, my problem is my daughter. who has made my life a torment more than hell? "Yes, let her live her life," said the poor woman. So I read the nawafil of Shukrane, I tell her every day that you don't want to marry the one, start her life, but her ideas and plans for the future are very different. I am jealous of those parents. I am one whose daughters grow up and say that I like such and such a boy, let me marry him in my circle. If she makes such a request, I immediately advise her to marry her and save her life, but the problem with me is something else. The helplessness of the old woman's mother also started to bite me that the widowed mother who has a young daughter, instead of being a support to the mother in her old age, is forcing her to eat every now and then. I was understanding, but here the situation was turning out to be the opposite. I said, mother, your daughter does not like any boy, so mother forced me to dive into the sea of ​​surprise. No, son, she likes seven boys so far. She is engaged but after some time she gets bored with her fiance and rejects him and declares that I am not spending time with him. She has broken seven engagements. This means your daughter is mentally ill. It is known to girls that they try to save their engagement relationship as much as possible. This is a wonderful girl who has seven engagements in a row. The case was very interesting. I was looking at my mother with my heart and eyes. Then I said, "Mom, this is a really surprising problem. You should tell your daughter if there is any problem." The psychological problem is the shadow of the evil giants or what else, so the mother said, son, my daughter is a beautiful girl and Jameel is a beautiful girl. Her incomparable beauty is her enemy. 

( to be continued )

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