Aman ji _
.About eighty-six years ago, a poor farmer in a village in present-day Sargodha district gave birth to his first daughter. There
was a rough house with four rooms, which always smelled of mud, with a large hall. A porch with buffaloes tied at one end and three or four beds on the other side, with a place for guests to rest on. The
village was on the banks of the river Jhelum. Every year there was a flood. Everything would be washed away. The situation would be such that every few years, human beings and animals would spend a whole year in famines.
In this environment, the girl opened her eyes - daily morning prayer and scripture - then cleaning the buffalo enclosure - milking - if there is anything left over from the floods that year to have breakfast - grind flour on a hand mill _ Washing clothes on the river etc etc.
All the friends of the village would take the buffaloes to the river for bathing and then cross the river holding the tail of the buffalo at the competition _ Then there would be water in the rivers _ The distance would have been covered by swimming - sometimes it would have been encountered by
fishes - when the girl was about eleven years old, a friend of her father asked for a relationship for his son - but when he refused, the friend asked some village dignitaries He took her with him and came to the girl's house, took off his turban and sat on the ground.
Dholak rang at home for a few days - the Sikh friends sang and the girl left and drank at home - spent a few days in the village and then shifted to Lahore where her husband was a government employee -
it would be 1951-52 - Second World War And after that the effects of partition were noticeable - only three or four months salary was not received - a couple of lentils and five kilos of flour would be borrowed from the shop and the couple would spend a whole month - in this hunger and misery Allah gave a daughter but big So she endured hunger and disease, she could not bear the little life and died _
Slowly the situation changed _ The woman's husband was well-educated _ Non-stop departmental development began to get _ Government bungalow found _ God bless Give daughters _ give sons _ marry all the children _ build two houses in the village and eight houses in the city _ so that there is a lot of prosperity _
At the age of seven, her husband died. The eldest daughter was a widow. The mother and daughter began to live together. A few years later, the daughter died. So
she was left alone. That girl, that girl, and now that weak woman, my mother. There are ladies -
seeing him alone I used to go to Sargodha again and again to pick him up but every time I would refuse - he said that I want to die in that city, in that house, in that room and on the same bed on which your father died. She was not ready to come with me in any case. A
few years ago, Amanji had a stroke. By the time I reached her house, one arm and one leg had become paralyzed. She wanted to drink water, but despite her best efforts, she could not hold the glass. Keep fighting with me, but I carried them on my shoulders and forcibly brought them to my home in Faisalabad.
In order to give them a sense of personal ownership, he made a separate house within his walls as per his ability. He used to clean them himself for a few days. He treated them. Praise be to Allaah. I also had to see that my son would clean me. Why didn't I die?
Papa died a few months ago. When my mother found out, she took it to heart and had another stroke. Praise be to Allaah. But she took care of everything and the paralysis reversed for the second time. She
still fights with me all the time. She says, "Leave me back." the _
says the first time he left his house to go to the second and last husband's house _ in this case _ Who are you?
It is a matter of time that a woman who used to cross the two-mile-long Jhelum River seventy-five years ago, today she needs to walk on her own feet. are _
and the _ I think I gave them health and long life _ that Allah has given me the third little daughter in his mother's face
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