═══════════════✿ River flowing http://mihraskoduvally123.blogspot.com/2021/05/blog-post_21.html last part ✿═══════════════✿ mihraskoduvally123.blogspot.com https://www.instagram.com/invites/contact/?i=o7hsgxz71i40&utm_content=8ex74zs I came home with dreams of waiting for my baby Conditions in my home were more sad than happy Mother who sits in prayer mat and cries at any time. At home today or tomorrowWill you have to leave? The fear of that made her completely exhausted. It's not just for us. Every day at dawn, everyone would sigh in unison at the notice pasted on the door from the bank. Meanwhile, strangers came to the house. When asked who, the answer was to see the house. Not a house to sell, not having a good way is a problem. But since the market is near... "This house is not for sale. You may have moved." "It was the father here who said. "Who saidAnd it doesn't sell. No one should come here saying that name. I stopped saying it in one breath. There is no clear way forward. Even if I sell this, I will pay it to the bank and leave with the remaining amount. We are also on the street. It is not enough to borrow money from anywhere. The house must be taken back. May her mother and her children rest in peace. As soon as they left, Umm came. Questions and sorrows began to be told. All of them are reminders of the pukiles that will happen when uncle comes.No matter what happens. We will not go down the steps of this house. If the Aadhaar is not in the bank, we will take it in Lailam and then transfer it to Oman's name. And let me tell you the name of the seller... not then. Mom looked at me hard as if she were saying strong words. Like a peace like relief. "Who had the courage to defy me here? It was she who sent him back without showing me his home. "Honey, father. What are you doing? Here today... "What is here today? Nothing. LiveWe must win. Have you never heard... have you not obeyed, if you obey now you will be on the street. Is that enough? Amma is coming down with these grown up girls and me. "Honey, Enough mom. Eyes opened. Don't cry anymore. Do not suffer this body anymore. Umm dry. Here I will tell Nikki Uppan. If you beat me, I will take it. They are dry there. Nnem will protect the baby in my belly and the Lord. Even if it's a sound sound, it's faltering and scattered. Trembling insideWalked up to uncle. Uppa is banging his ears with shouts. I said out loud in a firm voice ignoring it. "A house is not for sale. We have found a way to get it from the bank. "Where did you see it? You don't know who you are... I will tell you that you will hear it. "That time is over. Now we have to live in peace. We will take back the house. If you think that you will get money from this, dig up the water and pour it out...That chaal will be dry. Dad shouted something and left. We are sure to count our days on the streets. Then there was a lot of crying at home. He said something and calmed everyone down. Umm could see my broken heart. Ummanem added with relief. He met Pramani, who is also a cousin of his, and told him about the matter. Being a good man helped a little. And the rest of the turtles in the Gulf. So we bought that house in LailamMade it ours. When the people came, they said to sell. This house is not named after father. That's why he told all who came that he can't sell it. That's how the occasional arrival stopped. Alhamdulillah. All praise be to Almighty Allah. Dad never came home. When he went to search, he found out that another girl had completed her wedding year. It was then that we got a clear answer as to where the money went from here. My compensation amount. the houseEverything that has been pledged is there... Didn't go looking for it. I realized that there is no need for it. Why hurt Umman who is sitting peacefully again. It didn't take long. Labor pains came. Went to the hospital. Mom and sister-in-law are totally addicted. Being in medical college and many people. My poor husband will be sitting in the hospital verandah. Even if you see that sitting, it is not a single person, but because there are many people, they will talkThe information inside is sometimes busy and messy. Soon I gave birth to a baby angel. It was a bad baby. The doctor said that the thickness was very low. You know when you see it. A baby angel with baby arms and legs... I looked at it like a miracle. Why, just because it is my baby that I gave birth to with this baby body... Everyone who saw me looked at me and Molly in the same way. Sukha went home the next day without giving birthcame Just then the sister-in-law came up with a good idea. Without delay, he took us there by hand. Even if I don't get to participate in any of the celebrations to a large extent, we are very happy. She too. Uppa took up the challenge. "I didn't tie you up.. you will be like this. You will see how much she moaned when she told Annuppa in front of people. The indifference of the neighbors and passers-by who were watching her pain was more than saying that she would not be tiedThose were the looks. She was so burnt that day. Alhamdulillah everything is fine now. However, Oommen's eyes are still filled with tears. I don't know if the pain of my father's departure is there. But! I felt that there would be a feeling of peace and happiness in the house. We don't want to see Umman being beaten now. Maybe! The water seen on the prayer mat may be an expression of joy towards God. We need this mother to support us for a long time. We don't want toAll the tears shed should be returned as tears of joy. May Allah replace those pains with a thousand joys. And even though I have given a lot of pains, everyone should forgive me and make my life happy in the grave. May Allah widen the grave... Aren't we all human, we change. To be enchanted is to be enchanted. To forgive is to be forgiven. God bless you... good luck