She had passed, but now the whole year was wasted. She could not go to aligarh to do BT. It was just that she did not want to order more ropol than uncles by writing with her pen.
When the mother was spoken to, she had said with great affection, "Write to your uncles." She went to send more money. At the time, Alia had refused Matthew, saying that she did not like writing letters to him.
From that day onwards, Aman had opened her mouth. For the sake of his brother and the English bhauj, his only child was stubborn and his body was on fire. He had stopped talking to Alia and thus lost a precious year of stubbornness.
Hey, I did a lot of BA with Urdu and I could have done it, poor thing" one day Najma's aunt had to say. Maybe he's convinced that his education is over. Alia turned away when she heard this. She was his father's sister.
She did not want to face him. If her condition had not been bad, she would have done her MA in Urdu. Urdu was his mother tongue. It was the language of the living. The elders drank and even hated the English language.
According to him, he had also taken Urdu in BA. She herself did not hate English language and she was not incompetent. She could have done her MA in English and hit her degree in the face of Najma's aunt but to do all this she had to avoid the order of her great uncle.
The date was also set for the.
Marriage in September. Despite Aman's prohibition of lakhs, Alia had also made all the genes. Israr Mian Bazaar Digestive genes were bought after the thirsty.
Naqshin, Lota Kora, Jang, Agaldan, Pandan, two pots and six plates were being placed in the big box while Kariman was holding his head for a long time.
His eyes also had to see the time when such a dowry should be given to the granddaughter of his late master. In those days, such jazz was given to the daughters of slaves and sent away. The only difference was that the pots were not carved.
When he closed the big teapot, Kariman Boa started crying uncontrollably. The great aunt explained to him and silenced him with great difficulty. What good is a web site if it simply "blends in" with everything else out there? Everyone was afraid of him.
Don't refuse the marriage arranged by the big tea. The eldest daughter was looking forward to her wedding day. Sajida Apa was also coming to attend the wedding.
How long had it been since Sajida Apa's marriage, but the elder sister could not go to her daughter's house even for a day because of the fog in the house. Sajida Apa kept coming home in the beginning. Then as if sitting on the side of everyone.
Who was being slapped here for Sabida Apa? Alia had probably heard him mentioned only a couple of times. Then which pair of ornaments did I keep for them in Ma-Leke, with which they would happily leave? On the other hand, their husbands were also reluctant to come here.
Ever since they said goodbye to the Congress, their great uncles were also missing. How could they come before them? As the wedding day approached, Alia was worried about what to give to the important one.
Aman had taken out a piece of cloth.
From the clothes of her thing and made it in the name of Hami. Thus she was relieved of her duty. He did not even consult Alia. Alia was acutely aware of her mother's abuse.
The eldest daughter was no less upset than Alia. Jamil kept on begging his brother daily to buy some clothes for Hami by arranging some money Now. Jamil Bhai was silent after hearing their words.
Nowadays some house work was going on with tuitions. He didn't seem to care much about jobs, etc. The workers of the Muslim League had freed him from the worries of the world, but the eldest daughter was not going to give up in relation to Jamil Bhai.
Whenever they came home, they would fall behind. "When will you get a job? Inflation has eaten away at home. Not even the wedding day is near.
Has your Muslim League promised to give something?" "Everything will be done. I am like a father who will see his house destroyed. "Don't make fun of Dad. Do something and show it." "Mother, I am ready to do everything but no one allows me to do it.
When she started looking at Alia, she would turn away. "Who wouldn't? I will eat his liver, not your Muslim League. If Jamil Bhai had been shouting loudly, Alia would have gone to her room to take shelter.
She would have got tired of hearing such nonsense. There was silence for a few days. If she had known what had happened to her, she would have answered as if the bar was passing.
She would leave her room to eat.
And then leave. If it was enough, the record would start playing on the gramophone. The whole conversation had disappeared from his face. Alia would be shocked to see him so quietly.
Nowhere is there any doubt about your marriage. Don't let him ruin his great uncle's honor. This is also. Sajida Apa can't be silent like this, she has spoken so much at such a young age that now she must be tired She only thought of it as Samara.
Enjoyed her love ... She would get tired of thinking about Alia Hami. Lakh used to avoid the house with his head. The older uncles were gone. The seat was sunny. Mail Bhai was also missing since this morning.
Chhami had become dumb and it was getting very sad day when it was laden with clouds. There was no work that would make Alia happy.
The jammy thing was ready. I was tired of reading books from Big Cha's library and now today. He did not understand what to do with this crawling day.
Let him fight the noise, let this desolate silence somehow be far away. Alia went and stood on the doorstep of Ahmi's room. "Don't go upstairs to my room?" "I'm sleepy," he asked. Chhmi turned around. He didn't even bother to get up from his bed.
Two or three hours of rain washed away all the desolation and sadness. When Tajmeel Bhai came home, he was also looking happy. Alia wondered why Hazrat is happy from today.
A letter from zafar Chacha has come from Hyderabad and the funny thing is that it is in my name. "He is sitting on an iron chair and looking at everyone." Who writes these complaints to him, who has informed me of my uselessness? " And you don't even ask anyone. Big Pachy said.
Writing my complaints.
Will lead to correspondence. What's wrong with me?" "Even sitting on the doorstep of her room." What did she write? "Aman asked."Come to Hyderabad, there is nothing lacking here," he wrote.
Leave this story of India and Pakistan. "Jamil has become a brother. "Then go away. Where there is money, there is everything." "Mommy's advice." Then I'll forget everything.
None of you will remember the effect of the water there. "He just keeps talking nonsense." Aunty got angry. "Then do a job here and show it?" "I've got a job, Mom, I'm just leaving now!" »Jameel Bhai reported. " Where ? The eyes of the elder Chi of Ishtiaq were opened.
The application for recruitment in the army was accepted and now the servant will send you a lot of money. "" In the army? "Big Chi's eyes became calm as if she was dead.
Hey, it has been said, Jamil, then why don't you give me poison." "Brothers do limit. If thousands of men join the army, will they all die? And then, sir, if you do not fight Hitler, it will prove to be worse than the British.
It will not be easy for him to endure slavery." The brother wanted to explain, but the big picture was a picture of helplessness. I don't know how great Hitler he is for his own mother. Now cut your name Jamil Mian.
It will be settled and you will forget the past. "Big Chi was about to cry." Instead of going to war, you too -If I had run away like a camel, then I would have had patience. "She cried." "My mother." Jamil bhai hugged her. "Someone, I will fight with a gun! Bhai, I will fight with pen.
I will only do propaganda against Hitler and serve my mother." "Are you going to fight or not?" Big Chi looked suspiciously.
She knew in that look that he had failed her. "I am going to the army," replied Jamil Bhiya immediately. "It's a good thing now with so much education and how can you get a job." Najma Phu Phi breathed a sigh of relief. "That's right, they say that there is no education for women.
Otherwise, you would have.
Been recruited in vain today." There is no respect at all. Alia was fainting and I said to her at home, "Put your hand on my head and swear that you will not fight." The elder aunt put Jamil Bhai's hand on her head.
You are the mother of this dear head. When Jamil Bhaya laughed, everyone laughed and even the one who had been silent for so long went to her room. His forehead was turning red.