I am writing about some superstations in our country. Specially in my family. Here you will find conception about my country rituals. Ok, let's start.
My family was a middle class family. This is in village. After my my parents were happy but my grandma and grandpa were unhappy. Cause they were expecting for a boy who will earn for them in future. Who will feed them. That's why, I was totally ignored by them. I was like a poison for them. They just could not tolerate me. But my mom always protect me and my father too. He also loves me. Though my grandparents concept was against female but my father had not. I was born in my nannys home. My nanny was like my mother. She always cared about me, about my happiness. Such as, If someone gave her money on eid, she would save it for me. Infact If someone gave her an apple, she would also save it for me. From my childhood, Maximum time I lived my nannys home. She always slept with me, hugged me and often asked me with crying, " To whom will you sleep if I die someday ". But I always ignored him. Cause such emotional speech did not attracted me. I was almost 6-7 years old may be. I often got mixed with one of my unity's daughter. Always played with her. But my nanny wanted me to spend time with her. She did everything best for me. My father went abroad on that time. I came in my own family where I was mostly like a trash. Where my mom always was being scolded for giving me birth. After some days my brother was born. Waahhh! My grandparents. How much they were on that time! They thought they found a gift from Allah. I was bringing up in such discrimination. Always my grandpa took food from outside. But this food were not for me but for my brother. But Allah the Almighty, the great, planned a beautiful future for me through what I can change everyone mind, everyone conception. Thanks to my Allah. Now let's get back to my father. My father for whom I was proud of. But he broke everything, my trusts. Though he loves me but he was cruel about my mom. I grandma always said bad about my mom to my father. There was not only a phone like this time. We had only one phone on that time in my family. My grandma always hated my mom. If my father called, she would get out from home and whispering with my father on phone. If my mom wanted to talk to my dad then she would instantly reject it. My mother accepted everything. She doesn't had a word against my grandma. If someone said anything about her cruelty, she made quarrel with her. None could win in quarrel with her. My dad always sent money to my family. But he did not have trust in my mom. My dad always sent money to my grandma and told to give something to my mom. But my grandma did not give anything to my mom. Infact she said to my father, " Dear son, I give money to your wife everyday".