Watining fo mother

Watining fo mother

                            Part 1

 I have very fond memories with Saima

. She was my dear friend and her house was a few steps away from ours.   That is why the meeting was

 easy. We used to call his mother Aunt Shireen. They were really sweet talkers. She used to love me like a daughter, I used to treat her as a mother because my mother had died when I was a child. I used to find the sweetness of Mamata in their love. That's when I got attached to this family. Saima was a good girl. Everyone loved him - his father's job was in a nearby village.

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They used to go around the city sometimes. There was only one college in our town. It was actually a boys' college, later girls were also allowed to enter, because our town was small and a separate college for girls had not yet been built here. Saima was in first year and was very smart in studies. It was with great difficulty that she was allowed to enroll in a boys' college, otherwise the village would favor their girls' higher education. Everyone envied her, her peers called her lucky because she herself sat at home yearning to go to college after matriculation, including her own elder sister Samreen,

Watining fo mother

 who only managed to do matriculation. Not allowed to read further, he was engaged and soon to be married. Samreen was very beautiful, then there was a mortal relationship and now a few days later marriage. Preparations were going on in full swing, Saima was also busy with her sister's wedding. After two days, she came to our house to give the marriage card. Aunt Shireen had come along. They said that we have come to get you. My stepmother was, she was asked.

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 Let us take Bushra because she will help in the marriage work. Amy did not refuse. So I went to his house after two days leave. Sometimes a small thing becomes the cause of a big tragedy and life turns upside down. Many guests had come that day because the procession was coming in the evening, we were all busy with work. There was no time to scratch the head. The next day,

 the procession came at the appointed time and we girls reached the terrace to see the procession, I also went to see the procession. A boy who came in the procession caught his eye. He was a handsome young man and his name was Badr Munir, Saima's cousin. He was ahead.

 My eyes kept going up to him. He also realized this and now his eyes started looking for me from time to time. It often happens in marriages that someone's picture is suddenly formed on the blank paper of your heart.

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