I was standing outside Arshia Syed Lawn in Hyderabad waiting for my driver when I saw her among the women dressed in glittering clothes coming out of the same wedding hall. I'm like a bride I saw her and it was a bit peak to see her. She was smiling at something. Her husband had put the eyelet on her face behind her ear with great love. Yes, it was 100%, but how could it be? She must have been crying over her fate even in a dark room. My heart said At that moment, his eyes met mine and a wave of recognition filled them. Let us both look. I stood still in my place and she read to me smiling. how are you? He asked. You you I raised my finger and said so. Yes i'm my friend There were two smiles.We all used to call her Fat Aunty because we used to call her either because she was very fat or because her voice was very heavy but whatever the reason Fat Aunty did not accept her title. She was my aunt's niece and had a special place in our house. He had two daughters naina and Saim. Saim
and naina were both very beautiful. He also had a son, Rachel. Fat aunty loved her children very much, but it would be more accurate to say that I lived my lifeAny relationship for Apa Jan Shakila and Mehnaz. See After all, they are your sister's daughters. ' "O bride, what kind of relationship should I look at, even if there are some shapes." God forbid, my nieces and nephews have gone to the case? Our late sister was very beautiful, she quietly baked bread and gave a sad look at Apa Shakila and gave a kindly reply. Scan or all the girls after marriage.
I didn't even see my fat aunt in anger. Despite all these virtues, she was very proud of the beauty of her daughters. While her other nieces and nephews were giving them color, they were ordinary girls of color, so they would sit among them and recite poems about the beauty of their daughters. Saim
was married at the age of 20 and Naina was only 2 years younger than him. For this, a line of relationships was formed, wherever Naina used to go to any function, on her return, two or four relationships would definitely come together. People from big houses would sit on the ground in their one-room flat in the lighthouse, but they would proudly forbid any relationship. Some are black, some are short, some are fat, some are big. Someone's family is small. Someone's family is not high. Someone's business is not good. Decoration in someone's house is not good. God forbid that anyone ever considered them! Fear not, there are girls sitting in every house.Now it has happened that if you pick it up again, the girls will come out. You have nothing to give, yet the line of relationships has gone. Do your daughter's duty as soon as possible. So she would say with great arrogance. "Worry those whose daughters are black clothed. My daughter is a glass doll. What is the problem with her marriage?" I wish someone would tell them that pride is disbelief. Arrogance is the cloak of god which adorns god alone. I wish someone would explain to them.