THE STOry of two orphans:
I am an orphan. I lost my father on six June 2002. when I was two years old, and my elder brother was six years old. My mother was very young. She was 27 years old. When she becomes a Widow. We live a harrowing life.no one supports us. We spend many days hungry. No one, including our relatives, love us because we were inferior and have no father.
We were very disturbed, then our mother encouraged us and started a job as a Maid in others' homes. She worked hard day and night and taught us. Time passed, and my elder brother grew up and passed his matric. He applied for a job for many years but in vain. We were distorted. I left my studies in eight classes and went to another city. I sacrificed for my brother so he can get an education. Then I started a job as a waiter in a hotel. Time passed me, and my mother worked day and night. Finally, my brother gave me his diploma. He applied for a job. By the grace of Allah, almighty got a job.
After his job, he asked me to come back and start my studies. Our domestic condition is now well. There is a good saying. the down has dusk. Now my brother has a job, and he is now married. I am studying. I am a first-year student. We have built a new house, have four airy rooms, we are living in a small apartment but very peaceful. We call it a paradise. My mother still works; we have the right lifestyle. Our relatives and friends now give respect and love to us. Wrong time passed but left bitter memories. Now our relatives loved us but we can,t forgot their behavior, how they hated us, how we spend many days hungry, how we do not have dresses to wear, how we were ignored we have not enjoyed and festival. We had a very disappointing life. Our mother lived a straightforward life. Many people came to marry her, but she rejected all just because of her children. She was a great lady.
She sacrificed her life for us.she also ready to sacrifice her everything for us. She meets all our requirements and tries to make us happy; she Loved and supported us like our father and a mother. She is our mother, also a father and a good friend too. She is our courage; she always gives courage and motivates us. Such a great lady has no words to explain. If I try to write about her majesty, my words. would end. May Allah keep her happy and give her a peaceful and longlasting life. May God bless her. That is my real-life story. I hope you will all like it. Remember. Me in your prayers and pray for my mother. Stay blessed all. We should also give orphans the right in our society. Because they are also part of our community. I should love them and not hate them