I was born to a rich family, but when Pakistan and India were separated my Father left all his wealth and migrated to Pakistan. We lived in a small hut near a dam. My father started business again and we moved from our hut to a house in town. Happy life for me started again but this life ended dreadfully when a high speed van hit my father, his soul reached God before reaching the hospital. My mother had learned from my father to be patient at all times, soon she bought a sewing machine on a loan. She worked at people's houses in the day and sewed clothes at night. My father wanted me to become a doctor, so I started going to the nearest public school. I was studying one night when it started raining hard. The roof of our hut started leaking, so I went to the only corner that was not leaking. My mother went to put a bucket under the leakage when suddenly the roof fell on her, I screamed the whole country screamed because East Pakistan had been separated and was now Bangladesh. Two sorrows together made me helpless after my mother's funeral I had two main problems how to live and second that my uncle was trying to take over my hut. One of my oldest neighbours suggested that I should start a job. The idea of a job seemed the only way out when after 2 days 3 men came to my hut and told me they had a job for me. I was only 7 at that time and did not know what was wrong or right. I agreed to go with the men. They put me in a truck with a few other children. After travelling for 4 days, one night when we were sleeping, we all woke up with a loud bang....... TO BE CONTINUED......!
Thanks Manihal for saying me my mistakes because people learn from there mistakes.i am not expert in spelling but i do say i am expert in english grammar i have also done my Advance in english grammar.i know abt writing and i am also reading defferent kinds of writing books.thanks friends for saying me now i will start pretising my vakablare