Khadiza_Mita

This story is not just a story. Here I am writing about my own life, my family that I am passing through now. To be the winner of this contest, is not my target. I want to express my felling, my sadness in front of the whole world that I have been hiding for 20 years. I am sure about that this story is not just for me , rather is for the those child who met such situations like me. Now I want to express, I want to say, I want to raise my voice.

Everybody must be surprised that why I mentioned about my sadness. Then why now I said, " My first happiness" Actually there is dark behind the light. So, the darkest part of my life had been started after the happiness.When I was born my father named me "bristy" in English it's meaning is rain. I am his 2nd child. My elder sister died after her birth. But my father loves me a lot. But I hate his activists. There are huge reasons. I will explain it in my chapter two. So, continue reading.


The hidden tears of many child and their livelihood

Table of contents

Volume 1

Chapter 1 - My first happiness