my life

part 1

life is not bed of roses yes its true i had experience it .from childhood till now everyday is a new day.every second makes me learn a new lesson.in my childhood i was obese girl.people make fun of me taunt me bullying me.but i know one thing that my parents are with me .they supports me .my mother keep telling me that i should lose weight for better proposals. but then i promise myself and lose 20kg of weight and married with a person who belongs to lower middle class background.well its ok for me because as a person i had no one in my life so whatever my parents decided i was ok with that.the the real hard life started.my husband was pathatic man really pathatic.he is not supposed to b call as human.from the begaining he beats me , taunt me, was very harsh with me and i did was compromise and keep silence because of my parents.it goes on till my first baby was born i though that might b he will change himself but all invain.all he love was money , parents his silibings and his son i was nowhere in his life.well yea m use for his taunts his brutal act of beating .life was too tough for a girl who was pampered by her parents throughout her life.but still she survives and the reason was her parents.time passes by my second son was born with a disability in his feet.i was all alone at every single moment even in his treatment .i have no respect and love for my husband i want to get rid of him but my mother asked me again n again to tolerate.at last i forget smiling i was in state of tention and depression all the time.well i am nt elaborating my story because its of no use.small sentences can depit the whole story.its been 11 yrs of my married life and still i am suffering badly .but now i turn to Allah which is a great relief.seriously i am a bit mental peace.i dnt knw what next day turn out but i am hoping for the best..........this is a glance of my life but i will continue writing about it in small stories.....but need yr motivation paryers and support thnx alot ......jazakAllah for reading it