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Tears of My Mother

Whenever I recollect my story in my mind, I feel myself undercurrent into a secret depth, so dark that I can see nothing at all-just all the darkness. I grew up in a small village with my sisters. Our lives had filled with poverty and desperately need for the basic things which need to have to survive. We lived in a joined family with our uncles and aunts only by names; we had to hold the survival rope in the struggle for existence. We were three sisters without having any brother; nobody paid attention to us.
Life is so unpredictable. I had never thought that one day I will share my story that I do not want to remember. I can remember the day when my father came with pain in his heart that can be easily recognized and when my mother asked to him, he told something that I can still hear. He went to meet with my uncle who lived with great satisfaction of all needs, but when my father asked for help, he told something that a father cannot tolerate. He offered to send us to work in a garment factory. When my father tried to say against to him, he said “give your daughters poison to drink. Today or tomorrow they have to die; they are nothing without a brother”. My mama did not have any words to reply without looking down at my father and no interruptions of his flow of words. She just began braiding my sister’s hair and dropping tears from her eyes silently. She seemed on the verge of tears, which my hand could not wipe away. Even though I was not old enough to understand the situation, tears came out from my eyes as I saw dropping water from my mother’s eyes. The tears that slipped down my dress left unsurprisingly dark spots, and made the front yard blurry and even more unreal. The world had taken a deep breath and was having doubts to revolve. One day I found myself with my sisters in the bank of a river. I saw my mother was standing far and tired to drown herself but when we cried ‘’mama’’ my mother rush to us. I looked in to her face as she was trying to flee from reality and to breathe in an unchained world without having any needs.


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