Better Life ||The diary game (11 November 2024)My afternoon today.

Today I spent almost all day sitting on the couch. I didn't do anything important. I wanted to make a dress but I was too lazy to do it. Sometimes it happens, the mind is bored. The mind and body become restless while settling the accounts of life. I don't mind doing anything then. Life seems futile. Restlessness of mind does not last long. When I look at children's faces, I find the meaning of life. want to live I think no man lives for himself. Lives centered on some loved one.

However, I was inside the house from morning till noon. I left the house after the call to prayer. A younger brother's wife next door is standing near a palm tree with her one-year-old baby. The girl is busy with household chores all day. Very little going out. Due to the pressure of work, she can't give time to herself, on the other hand, she can't give much time to her little child. These village girls are very hardworking. But the sad thing is that very few girls get the proper recognition of her hard work.

I was standing and talking with that girl and her child, when my elder son Omar Farooq came from the madrasa. Needless to say that my elder son Umar Farooq studies in a Qaumi Madrasah. At the end of the day, he comes home after Asar. As soon as my elder son came home, he got busy with playing dust. My younger son Ali was waiting for his elder brother. Both got busy playing bat minton.

I also played with them for a while. I could not play for long. My sons called one of my cousin sisters. He called another boy from the neighborhood and started playing with him. I was enjoying their game even though I didn't play. My younger brother's wife and son were watching the game with me. Maybe he is suffering from his lost childhood like me. After marriage, we girls kill our own desires with the desires of other.

As soon as Maghrib was called, I stopped playing and came home and performed ablution and prayed. We are Muslims. Our sons and daughters do not stay outside after the Maghrib call to prayer. After evening I thought I will have tea today. We as a village family sometimes like to drink tea. I gave everyone a cup of tea and I also played a cup of tea. My younger son Ali was watching cartoons on the computer while drinking tea. I love this scene of the little kid using the computer. It seems that we are also advancing in technology.

I am ending today's blog by thanking everyone. Allah is Hafiz.