Better Life || The Diary game || 8 November 2024|| The story of me and my sons😔

How are you all ? Hope everyone is well by the grace of Almighty Allah. Alhamdulillah I am fine with my family. Welcome everyone to my blog today. Today I will write about my sons. I will tell you how I spend my whole day with them. Hope you like it.

I am Farzana an ordinary girl from a small village in Bangladesh. I got married during my first year of graduation. After a year I had a son, after two and a half years the 2nd son was born. My family broke up after eight years of my married life. Sad to say that my family life was never a happy one. I am trying hard to support the family. Couldn't save the end.

However, I now live at my father's house with my two sons. My eldest son is eight years old. And the youngest son is five and a half years old. I am finishing my masters degree with difficulty. Trying hard for a job. Can't join all jobs as women. Financially, the days are spent depending on the parents. Maybe it's not okay to reveal personal weaknesses. But I think it's not too bad to share on this platform.

My two sons study in Qaumi Madrasa. Read non-residents. As long as he stays at home, he spends a lot of time. The two fight all the time. I don't want to sit comfortably. The running continues on and on. Sometimes in a tree, sometimes in a pond, sometimes in a tractor, sometimes on a roof. In general, they should not stop. This age of life seems to be the best time. They spend time in unlimited joy. They do not understand the world, so their life is beautiful. If I could get back the lost childhood.

I spend most of my day with them. It is very difficult to feed and clean them. I am surprised to think of one thing, my sons are only mine? Does their father have no responsibility towards them? How sure sleep leaves us? I left it if I didn't want to talk. Does he have no love for our sons?? Will we girls suffer like this for the rest of our lives?

Losing again and again in the struggle of life. Sometimes I wish for my own death. Looking at the boys, I want to live again. Unemployed life is not only difficult for boys but also very difficult for girls. I dream that one day success will come. God will give success one day.