Friday, August 17, 2018

Story of Abdul Ali


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. 

- Abdul Ali (70)

Bad Girl


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. 

- Haseena