My name is Maria. We are 4 sisters and 1 brother who is going through a life of madness. I belong to the largest city of Pakistan from Karachi. This world of poverty was that if everyone in the family used to work, the house lived .
Then the terrible day came to change our lives. My parents and 3 sisters were buried in the factory where they worked. The fire burned everything in this fire. Everyone screamed everywhere. Save the voices of people. Many people came to help. If someone came late, they were injured and the powder was not given to the state of Pakistan. People were dying. Around 300 people were burnt alive .
Seeing the black powder, I cried and left. There were very heartbreaking scenes. Life started to look old. If I didn't care about my crazy brother, I would end myself. All that was gone, there was no help from the government. Many people supported me. Now there are only manry aunts in the world who are the real sister of the mother
My brother Imran who thought I was very upset. He used to keep me crying all day and kept asking for Aman. Despite Imran being 18 years old, he was like a child. His brain was not good .
One day I woke up in the middle of the night, there was some voice coming from Imran's room. When I went and saw it, Imran was saying where did you go? I know how much I cried for so many days I didn't even eat properly. Now you have come. Now we will eat together. I have not seen this situation of Imran and I have gone to my room crying .
It was difficult to spend the house. I told Abrar to hire me somewhere but he refused to say who will take care of Imran. I will fulfill what you need. I liked this payment of Abrar. I am happy that life partner in this day is a good person .
Abrar often started coming home. Due to circumstances, I would be in a bad mood sometimes. I am also a human being at the end .
One day I was very angry that day I heard Imran very well. I put his food outside his room and told him to say it myself. Imran had this condition that food was far away. He could not even pick up the pot. He used to change clothes by feeding him like children and then recite Sleep .
When I woke up at night, I thought of Imran and was angry with myself. If I was in a bad mood, what was the fault of this mast in it? I thought when I opened up in Imran's room, I saw what I saw and went out of the ground under my legs. Imran's food utensils were clean. The room was also clean. Everything was present in his place and he was sighing him like I often slept with my head in my mother's lap
In the morning I asked Imran if you had dinner at night He said Han Aman had fed and I also complained to your mother. You are dirty. You hit me. I hugged my brother and broke up and started crying. Forgive me, my brother, it will never happen again. But I understood that Imran is telling the truth. Menri mother is still with us today. She still cares about Imran like this today
It was raining heavily that night Abrar came home. Due to heavy rain, he stopped at home at night. We both ate Imran and drank tea together. Then we kept talking for a long time. We both didn't know closely and we became a physical relationship. How did that night pass. Abrar, I was making breakfast in the morning. Imran Menre should come and slap me with anger .
I understood Imran's point. I really made a mistake. I was sorry and I was ashamed. I called my aunt and asked her to come home. I urged my aunt to get married as soon as possible. God listened to the manry and we got married. Abrar started earning well with the prayers of my parents and our lives were prangerous .
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