My wife gave birth to
a boy at first. Our son exactly looks like my wife. Because of that my wife
Roshona complained to me all the time that she always wanted to have a baby who
would look like me. That’s how our three daughters arrived in this world. Four
of our children exactly look like my wife. I was never able to see my wife
unhappy. I was only able to fulfill her wishes because as a poor farmer I was never able to give her any big happiness. But I
loved her more than my life. I thought with time this feeling will vanish. But
surprisingly with time I loved her more. A few months ago by the help of my
youngest daughter, my wife brought hair oil for me. This is for hair loss and
she is applying it on my scalp every night. When I asked her what is the point
of putting oil where there is no hair. She angrily said, I will not understand
that. It is true, in my entire life I did not understand many things that my
wife did. With that hair oil my daughter sent this sun glass for me. Before
coming to bazaar my wife come to me with shopping bag and the sun glass. It was
all sunny last month. Today it started raining heavily yet my wife came to me
with the Sun glass. I hesitated for a moment and told her, this will save my
eyes from rain drops. She smiled and said I should wear it every day. I spent
all my life in the field. Now it feels good to wear sun glass and walk all
around. I feel very sad whenever I think I will die soon. But then I thank to
Almighty for giving me already a heaven that is my home.
I am widely known as
bad girl. I love being bad. I love to be called bad by men who came to this
brothel and to me, and then advise me how to become good. Why it is hard for me
to become good? I do not know. In childhood I almost died in starvation, while
trying to manage food at the age of eleven I was brutally raped, and after a
few years I had beaten to death and traded to human call men. Today the only friend I have in this place told me she
would throw acid on my face and showed me her hidden knife. When I was laughing
to death, she went to madam to organize any kind of punishment for me. So I am
taking some break, looking away and helping you to explain how you will project
a bad girl. My friend Maria was sold by her lover. She survived though severely
injured after attempting multiple times of suicide. A year ago a very romantic
man started visiting her and she falls deeply in love. Its not long time ago
she asked for my help and wanted to escape. I rarely help people now but she is
the only friend I have. So I decided to help her. It’s been a week the very
romantic man stopped visiting her and only visiting me. Since then he stopped
responding to her and that made her crazy, as she was about to fly with him.
That is how a year old love affair ended for this bad girl. Now I am smoking
and thinking nothing. A bad girl never thinks, only feels.