The number of ornaments around my neck and hands was reduced and my body started getting scars. Each of them would make excuses and beat me by hair and throw me against the wall. Life as a girl. I did not know how to say a word or walk anywhere except that I should fight and live in any suffering. Every now and then, the country, the house, and Ummanem Vahch will come back to see each other. I left everything to old memories and returned to my workwill be limited. My stomach also fought against hunger, perhaps because my heart had the starving childhood of Umma taught by Umma. First of all, the blow to the body is not greater than the blow to the mind. His neck and hand are empty anyway, and he is still tired of buying Elama's prayer robe. That's why I asked my husband to remove the earring from his ear and buy a prayer shirt. Therefore, on that day, prayer shirt, pulla and meatThey came. The round-faced, black-bearded, white-faced old man, who always sat tight and spitting on the bed over the threshold, glanced at me a little jealously, and I bowed my head. After serving everything, the men ate after praying, but when they looked at the bowl, it was empty. Elama took what belonged to Elama and left. I went to my room and read a little while my eyes were filled with tears. Otherwise, why should the eyes be full, the body and the mind have already taken everything, hunger, beatings, pains and sufferings.Today, my co-borns have changed. to be continued....