Heartbreaking reality ‘…the sacrifice of life for being poor.’
This is a story of a girl named Zainab and through this story, I want her to be remembered because no one else would keep her memory otherwise.
I am sorry that your story shall be remembered only after your death, I wish I was able to do anything more than writing about it.
As the story goes, she breathed in a poor family. Life had already figured out the difficult track for her even before she decided one for herself, something that makes you question the realities of life, of how long can we go in our choices in deciding about our life? Or just when we get to think that we are about to decide something, life leaves us alone in the hands of death.
I remember the day I visited her in the hospital. It was just another day in October. Something about October afternoons makes it very…
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