January 9, 2022

“I was very young when I got married, but I was forced into it because the marriage was a wife for a wife*. Marriage unfolds the gates of bliss for humans, but sadly, for me, it was the opposite. Unfortunately, a while after I got married, my brother passed away. The death of my brother was a wound that was difficult to heal. My only son’s love and affection made the entire process durable. Not to mention our strenuous livelihood that had disturbed our peace. Despite all that poverty, my husband developed an illness that did not have a cure. We could not find treatment anywhere. I will never forget his final night in life. I stayed up all night making paste. I was immensely tired. When I heard the call to prayer (Adhan), I said, “Hassan, let us pray and then sleep.” He said, “I have too much pain. I cannot sleep.” On that night, his howls and wails could reach the other side of the world. But due to poverty, I did not have anywhere to turn to. One of our neighbors came and gave me some money so that I could take him into the city with a horse. Unfortunately, he passed away in the middle of the road and left me by my lonesome for all eternity.”