My wife said to me one day whenever your sister comes. His children spoil the house

Why are sisters like this?

A reflection of our society
Heartbreaking story.

In the morning, my friend sat next to me at the tea shop
He gave me a heartfelt greeting.

Holding my hand and crying, Faris said, “I feel very small today.”
I was surprised and patted him on the back, what happened to the lion?
He was not meeting my eyes.
Then he started crying loudly.

Everyone started looking at him, I silenced him
Hey crazy everyone is watching, hit me in the chest
Said while crying.
Why are Persian sisters like this?

I was lost in thought, why are you talking like this?
Do you know Fars?

Sister’s marriage has been 6 years.
I have never gone to his house on the night of Eid.

My wife said to me one day whenever your sister comes. His children spoil the house.

The cost doubles.

And your mother.

Secretly from us, sometimes she gives him a bar of soap, sometimes clothes, sometimes she fills a bag of rice.
Tell your mom that this is not a charity center; this is our home.
Faris I am very angry, I am barely making ends meet and mother gives everything to sister.

One day the sister came home and her son broke the TV remote.

I was saying angrily to mother.
Tell mother and sister to come here on Eid
And this, which you fill the bag of rice with only soap, stop it, everyone.

Mother was silent.

But my sister had heard all my words
The sister did not say anything.
It was 4 o’clock, she prepared her children and said, brother, drop me to the bus stop.

I lied for a few days
But she did not smile, the children’s holidays are about to end.

Then when the land was being divided between us two brothers
I flatly refused, brother, I will not share my land with my sister.

Sister was sitting in front.

She was silent and did not say anything. Mother said that the daughter also gets the right, but I abused her and said that no matter what happens, I will not give my sister a share.

My wife also started cursing my sister
The poor thing was silent
Korna’s days are Faris work is not
My elder son got TB

I don’t have money to get him treated
Was very worried.
I had also taken a loan of Rs
Hunger was on the head
I was very worried, I was sitting alone in the room, maybe I was crying because of the situation
Meanwhile, the sister came home
I said angrily, now it has come
My wife came to me.
There is no need to cook meat or biryani for this
She then came to me an hour later.

Brother, if you are worried, I did not smile

My sister put her hand on my head. I am your elder sister

You have been playing in your lap.

Now look, you look older than me
Then she came close to me
He took out gold bracelets from his purse and placed them in my hands
Speak slowly.

Crazy and worried
Your brother had gone to the city
The children were at school, I thought I was running to meet my brother
Sell ​​this bracelet and pay for it
Get the son treated.

And got up and went to the barber’s shop to grow a beard
Just look at the shape, what kind of situation have you created?
I was silent looking at my sister
She said softly, don’t tell anyone about Kangan. You swear by me.

He kissed me on the forehead and gave me one thousand rupees which were one hundred and fifty notes
Maybe it was his savings
Put it in my pocket and tell the children to bring meat
Don’t worry

If your brother gets paid, then I will come again

He quickly put his hand on my head and his hair turned white
Now go to the market and fix your beard
She hurried away
I saw on his feet that he was wearing a broken shoe
The old dupatta was covered with the same dupatta whenever she came
Faris died in the love of his sister
How mean brothers are, they alienate the sisters instantly.

And sisters cannot bear a little pain from their brothers
He was crying loudly holding the bracelet in his hand
Also my eyes were moist.

God knows how much suffering they are suffering in their home
Sit with the sisters for a few moments and ask them how they are doing
Maybe there will be a peace on their face for a few moments,,,,
I swear to God that I cried as I was writing this piece. It is a very sad story of all sisters
Fill the cradle with happiness.
Amen then Amen.