Sacrifice.
I am 27 years old and from a part of the world which is completely misunderstood by many. I remember when I was a kid studying in 5 standard, my dad had an accident and became handicapped.

My mum had to take responsibility of our family. She used to make 100 paper bags and sell them for just $.03 (3 PKR). I still remember how many difficulties she faced because being a women is another problem in the place where I live. She herself didn’t even clear her junior school but she worked day and night for us so that we could study.

I must mention that we are 5 brothers and sisters. When I cleared my 12th standard, I wanted to join a university but our financial conditions didn’t allow me to do that. At that point, I took responsibility for my family and started doing a job. I made myself a promise that whatever problems I have faced, I won’t allow these problems to even touch my siblings. Now after about 10 years one of my sister is doing masters, one is doing D-pharmacy and one of my brother is doing electrical engineering.

At 45, my mother still works in a school canteen. Women don’t usually work in our society. I just want to confess that I love you so much mom, I know I will never, ever be able to tell you how much I love you and how much you mean to me, how much you have done for us. I just want to let you know, one day I will be in a position to take care of you, one day I will see you relaxing, smiling, satisfied and content.

I just want to say behind all your stories, is always your mother’s story, because hers is where yours begins. – Anon

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