My parents operate a bakery. But then suddenly there was a big problem at our house. Actually, our house was built in a non-proprietary place, so the notice of leaving the place came from the Municipal Corporation. When Abu asked for help from my maternal uncle, he arranged for our stay in Noor Manzil. Now we have taken refuge in Noor Manzil, but we were feeling very terrible at that place. Just like a poor person is trying on a living person, like someone crying innocently and begging someone for mercy.
When we said this to Abbu, we had to be scolded. At that time, the situation in our house was so bad that day and night my whole family used to be immersed in the same thinking that if we had to go from Noor Manzil then where would we go again? If you want to share your feeling then I have pure love quotes blog for you. There was no savings, nor was there any land. The one who had deemed his home just became history. It rained a lot that night. When the rain stopped, Bijali went. We thought we would go to the roof of the house and breathe in the open air.
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Ammi Abbu kept coming upstairs. My younger brother Karim and I sat on the terrace. It was very dark upstairs. Suddenly Karim got angry with me. I asked the reason for his displeasure, then he pushed me hard and ran down. I was shocked by his impudent actions. My younger brother never used to do such a thing. Now I was alone there upstairs. Then suddenly I felt rustle near my ear. Realized to be very close to someone.
Even today I have not forgotten that wretched feeling and the stinky smell. I wanted to leave immediately. But I did not dare to look back. For a moment I felt as if someone was swinging me, I started feeling light jolts from my back. That horrified feeling aroused my soul. I immediately screamed out. In a short while my father and mother reached there. Now I understood that something similar happened with Karim. My brother was in awe that he was not even looking at me. Like we all went to sleep. On changing my clothes, I noticed that there were deep scars on my back. I did not say this to anyone.
Now I could not even sleep due to fear. She was thinking about the dreaded scene by putting the cover on the head. Suddenly I felt the same smell. When I removed the cover from the pot, my heart was shaken. Little children started appearing around my bed. Dry blood spots and black marks of marks were visible on all of their faces. Children sometimes looked at me and sometimes pointed to the window. For a moment my fear took the form of curiosity.
I was not in a position to speak anything at that time. I was just crying, asking the gesture, why have they come to me? For a while, this dreadful view remained. Hearing my crying, my mother woke up. He shook my shoulders and freed me out of that state. Ammi listened to me carefully this time. He knew that his daughter would never do such a play in Fizool. The next day, Abba brought the money by pledging the gold ornaments of the house. We immediately called Mamu and returned the key to Noor Manzil. Now we live in a rented house. Home loan will be available in a few days. The house will become new, but the dreadful memory of Noor Manzil will remain in my mind forever.
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By the way, there is a flying news about Noor Manzil that there used to be a Jatimkhana there, and their keepers along with the children living there had done a lot of persecution. That is why all their souls have been wandering there for years. - Well now the house belongs to Mamu - I do not want his house to be infamous - but if all this is true, then just pray that the soul of those innocent children is destined to be destined and that poor is forever Get courage
