fairy godmother (parizad)

Chapter 1 There is a Syrian saying that such a sudden separation from my beloved will be very painful. If you want to get rid of me, get rid of me gradually. This time, the summer was also trying to unfold in episodes like that of Sing Dil Mahbub. In the scorching hot sun, Koltar's dimly lit stark glistened like a black glacier-fed lake. My old flat The soles of the shoes had split open in several places from the bottom, so the boiling coal was filling my feet with embers. I had to cross this bridge every day on my way home after school holidays. how many times Amma had told me in hushed words that the blisters on my feet were getting beyond the number limit, but if the merit of the cry was taken out of the nine siblings, then my request would have been the sixth number and my father's salary was only so much that he only He could only hear his mother, but after every fortnight he would start crying about the lack of ration in the house. On the way, as usual, I had the opportunity to linger for a few moments under the hood of a large Bata shoe store. did it Inside, the shopkeeper was examining a Mim Saab wearing her favorite sandals. How lovely she was. But my train of thought was soon broken because maybe first the shop owner and then the servant also saw me. The servant came out of the shop quickly and despised me He began to argue in a full voice. "O boy, how many times have I told you not to stand here by the glass... I made the whole glass dirty, run away from here or I will beat you today." I quickly panicked and moved forward, taking my pack. This hatred, this contempt and this attitude was not new to me. As soon as I regained consciousness from childhood, I was despised from all sides There were 8 mixed reactions. And then why do you complain to the people, my face, my dress required such behavior, such contempt and hatred. I was the sixth child of my parents. They worked in a private syrup packing factory. By closing the bottles in cardboard boxes from morning to evening, when he came home in the evening, his anger would have been unleashed and we all spent the rest of the time hiding somewhere. The army sometimes seemed to me to have poor parents. This is yours They fill their courtyards with children to share the poverty. Or maybe it was a management of poverty. It was a long and hard winter night when I was born. The midwife used to tell me that my birth happens Due to the lack of usual food at the time, Amma's health and condition had deteriorated. As a result, in my case, a small, thin and dark-skinned child entered this world. The rest of my siblings were still born with a fairer and fairer complexion. But I don't know why God had poured all this blackness into my destiny. There was always something going on with the little aunt's mother. Therefore, as soon as they got the opportunity to shoot arrows of ridicule again, they suddenly said, "Oh, my dear, this black-clothed child is gone, it seems as if the night of Emmaus has descended on the courtyard." This All the women standing nearby burst out laughing. Amma was already angry because of my color. It seems dear, now it was the aunt's turn to burn, she said eagerly. Yes, you are the prince of Koh Qaf by As it is, you are my child and you are more to me than your ugly daughter Where was Amma going to stay behind? Turned around and equalized Turkey to Turkey. Yes, for me, you are the prince of Koh Qaf. And I have also thought of his name as princes. fairy Zaad Yes, this will be the name of my baby." Parizad, all the women went out saying with big lips and pointing to each other with their eyes, and with a meaningful smile. fairy godmother I had heard about the fairy tale, what is the name of this fairy god? So that was the day when ridicule, ridicule and contempt were written in my fate forever in the eyes of people was given I wish my mother would have remained silent that day in response to my aunt's taunts, maybe my life would not have been so bitter. A poor man with a complexion like my black knees, a thin body and an unattractive face, when he was introduced as Parizad, the next listener would be forced to laugh. I remember when I was admitted to the first grade, the teacher made all the children stand one by one and asked their names. When it was my turn, I stood up and looked at my old clothes and haliya in amazement for a few moments and then he laughed out loud when he saw me. Wow, Prince... Your parents have given you a great name. But the rest of the children also laughed loudly. then me I did not understand my name Am I the kind of mother who makes fun of anyone? But gradually I realized that the problem is not about my name...it's about my appearance. Gradually, my name became a joke in school itself. It went away, it went away, and then I did it in school. Wherever the fame of my name reached in the streets, neighborhoods and markets, people used to be a victim of Achanbhe. Then, as soon as he looked at me, his surprise would turn into a sarcastic smile. But at that time I was an innocent child. I didn't know that in this dualistic world, no matter how much a man's mind is good, his body must be free. No matter how much dirt is in the heart of a servant, there should not be any dirt in his face and face. Because this world is the camp of the demons. Where are the eyes that judge the beauty of the soul and those blind people? My story of bad luck did not end here. Nature's jokes became more serious with me when the people around me started to feel the desire for beauty hidden in my mind since I was two and a half or three years old. Amma used to tell me that when someone called me in a crowded party, I would sit in the middle and sit in the middle of a dozen women, who was the most red-faced in the party. This desire for beauty was not limited only to beautiful faces. I fell in love with everything beautiful created by nature. Whether it is flowers, colors, sky or clouds, music, rain or snow, I remember standing for hours outside a photo shop on the way to school, taking beautiful pictures from afar. He was happy to see. But in a child born in a poor family like me, this love of beauty became a double punishment for me. Everything beautiful in the world, but perhaps only beautiful people have the right. For ugly people everywhere in society wears only ugliness. So the same ugliness was wandering around me every moment. A small shabby house, streets littered with garbage, a dusty neighborhood, and most of all, people for me. and ugly thought and look of 10, on one side irony also happened that in the fifth grade, on the day the official smallpox vaccination team came to the school. I did not go to school that day for some reason. In those days, smallpox was spreading badly in the country and after a month, seeing strange red rashes on my face, Amma called out to Abba and said, "Prizad's father." Look at this boy's face, how are these pimples? My father rushed to the government hospital to get me vaccinated, but by then the disease had taken its toll and after a few weeks, when the scabs came off my face, it left the scars of smallpox on my face for the rest of my life. But my heart was scarred and wounded deeper than those scars by the words of those people who apparently came to sympathize with my care and mother, but under the layer of laughter and fun, they were shooting arrows and sarcasm. Even at that young age, my heart was broken. Who says that man in this modern age has spread the virus by inventing missiles, bombs and drones. As deep a wound as a man's tongue can make in a man's heart. How can these new age weapons cope with his cuts and wounds? Sometimes I think that the scientist who created the atomic bomb probably did not fully understand the poison of the tongue. Otherwise poison him Courtesy www.pd/booksfree.pk You don't have to work so hard to destroy the world. Maybe my parents were not so guilty in this matter. When in a poor family Later, if more children are born, then the sensitivity of one of the children is forgotten. It was my own bad luck that I was still very sensitive inside. Ugly, even if he is sensitive, he will be called a sleeper. I wish man was born poor in this world. Or just a fragile heart... Millions and millions of children like me will grow up with open hearts, wanting the dust of the same streets of this country. But my sensitivities made my life long for me. The more I hid from people's eyes, the more I was seen by them. And then a beauty-loving fairy was born inside me who was attracted to every beautiful face. A glimpse of a seal used to make my heart flutter. The heartbeat was so fast that it seemed like the heart was still beating It will come out by breaking the chest cage. But I was ignorant of this scourge until I entered boyhood. As a child, I spent my life in the mud yard. Three sisters older than me and the eldest two brothers and one sister and two brothers younger than me Everyone was enjoying life. Because they didn't have any expectations from their life, nor did they behave differently from it, perhaps the biggest enemy in life is our own expectations. Confusion in the ears Giving hope on the hot sand but forcing you to walk, you were in the eighth grade when two elder brothers got married together. The number of people in the house increased and all of us brothers and sisters slipped from our respective places and came out to the verandah and the yard. How hard is it to divide a tiny house? Apart from talking, each other's thoughts are also heard. So gradually the thoughts of our siblings did not become a whisper. Perhaps this was the end of coercion and slavery It is possible that a person does not let his thoughts speak loudly, he starts thinking in whispers. After the marriage of the brothers, the population of the house increased, so more vinegar was given to all of us. roommate In the verandah, in the verandah courtyard and I was sleeping in the courtyard. This small room without a roof, tin and mud was used to collect the wood waste of the house. Nothing is spared in the life of the poor. A year ago, what used to be surplus waste or excess was thrown into this warehouse. The next year, mother and elder sisters were turning over the whole warehouse in search of him. It was the same order for me that all the valuables of the warehouse should be neatly placed on one side and placed in its old place Put it in the warehouse. While coming, I also picked up my course dog there. Now back from school, but after eating the tin roof He walked into the room. In the beginning, I felt a sense of peace in this solitude. Loneliness started creeping into my existence and I became friends with this loneliness. In solitude we are with ourselves and a boy like me who does not have any friend or companion. I knew how important it was for him to be with me. Slowly this loneliness of mine started talking to me. She didn't think of me as ugly, thin and inferior like others, but I was actually a fairy for her. She used to play various interesting games with me. My Loneliness Ever Me The most meritorious student of the school, Benaditi, receives the trophy from the headmaster in a packed hall after securing the first position in the entire district. Sometimes I used to be the best player in the school and win all the competitions, sometimes I would tell my team by hitting a six on the last ball. The whole school clapped wildly and I came first in the school speech competition in the district riding on the shoulders of my classmates so that my loneliness made every dream come true that I had ever imagined in normal life. Couldn't do it either. In class I was a shy average student. Who had never shown any extraordinary performance in extra-curricular activities. If by mistake the teacher ever asks a question, my legs It seemed like a trap. I would be breathless and if ever I was lucky enough to get an answer to this question. Even then, something else came out of my mouth. Therefore, any teacher stopped expecting anything from me. My brothers, who were older than me, had passed the 10th examination and started working as color clerks. And now they were engrossed in their own world. On those days, when I was in the 10th grade, my elder sister's matter was settled somewhere and she gave in to the stubbornness of her in-laws and promised my father a holiday. There was a little stir in our years-long routine of life and Amma invited the neighborhood girls and girls to come home every evening for a week to play the drums. On such occasions, I mostly stayed confined to my terraced room. Although my heart wanted very much to look into the courtyard and see the girls of the neighborhood making noise and commotion. The sound of their laughter and cries would reach the room, so I used to come back to the temple on the roof many times. If I had to go out of the house for some work, I would sneak down from the back side of the yard and finish the housework. Those days, in the evening, nine young boys of the neighborhood started hanging around our street. And when my mother or father called me, they ran away and did our household chores as if it was their duty. But this mystery was revealed to me after a long time that it is one of them that every one of the girls of the neighborhood is doing street or tara in order to catch a glimpse of one or the other. Sometimes it While passing by, his cold words and love phrases fell into my ears. what happened man Did she come or not? It has become a punishment for him to leave the house Yes, you are. But his mother is under strict supervision these days. But I am thinking of making a recipe for holding a letter... I used to listen to all these things with amazement and used to see them all with envy. In my opinion the Subloafers were very classy. Can there be any higher status in this world than being loved by someone? You will find a million lovers, but rarely does anyone reach the level of the beloved. It was such a self-fulfilling feeling that there is someone in this world who thinks of you in their loneliness. cares about you Your memory brings a sweet smile to his lips. For a simple boy like me, you were the miraj of life, because no girl in the neighborhood even looked at me. Girls, you girls don't like to talk to me, even the good roller of the neighborhood used to Or maybe I just wasn't meant for it. They would spend hours talking about their relationships and I could never get that much attention even though I was sitting next to them.Brother, go and do your work, where are you sitting among us?" If any one of them would have ever looked at me, he would have said it carelessly. Yar Pari quickly went and grabbed a box of the captain Or the other one would say, "Well, don't forget to write matches. You're not lucky enough to have a lighter, not even for a week." We were all at that age where it was considered an achievement to smoke cigarettes secretly from the family used to go and in his eyes, my value was only so much that I continue to serve him this lightly.. or Then let's say that I was absolutely harmless in his eyes. A lover is only threatened by his rival, and I have never had enough time to occupy the position of a low-ranking rival. those days Naheed was a big fan in the neighborhood. All the boys of the neighborhood were forbidden to sleep by this fairy face. And this is the face of our big neighborhood. And this crowd gathering in our street was not the main reason. Because she used to come every day with her mother after Maghrib to join the ceremony at our house. I also saw Naheed coming and going in the street half of the time, always keeping his eyes down and covering his head. How pure and innocent she is in the white dress She used to eat. The wedding day was near and the wife in the house had reached its peak when one such evening when she went out of the yard to go out for some work, she heard the voice of a girl sitting in the yard. gave It was not there. I looked back and my breath stopped. There's no one else to call me,