The bird that cannot fly

It is where it all started

My life was never so bad but can't say it is good either.I was born in a Bengali family where women right is deceived by men.Where women have to think a thousand times before her words.Well!lets come to the main story.

My name is Sehr and I was about to come as a premature baby from my mother's womb.My mother was only 18 when she was giving me birth and my father was 10 years older than her. Their marriage was interesting but upsetting for their families.They were cousins who involved in a relationship for 4 months and eloped. For that my mother was ended as a culprit in the society around the area but,as my father was a male,he didn't even have to hear the accusation or any kinda words from the society.After a year,my mother came to know that they were having a baby which is a lamentable situation for her because after few months she has to give her high school graduation exam.

"Moushum? Are you sure if u can give exam?",asked the principal."InshaAllah,in the name of Allah I wanna sit now otherwise I will be let for exams",replied my mother smirkingly.On the last period,suddenly she had her labour pain and went to the hospital. Everyone was worried because my mother in a deadly situation.Her whole was being fluffed with water in her body. Doctor had already announced that there is a rare possibility of saving both mother and daughter.So,as usual everyone said to save my mother instead both because if she could of be alive,she can give born to many. At last her operation ended and she were carrying a baby.Everyone was overjoyed.
But who knew that something bad would gonna happen.After some years this joy was turned into nightmares.

6 years later,

"Hello darling! How are you?" A sweet voice came through the mobile,"Yes I have never been better",replied angrily."Something wrong honey?",asked in confusion."****,****" my dad started to shout furiously. There were only my granny and my father in the house.I could see that my dad was shouting and swearing bad words to my mother. I have never saw my dad to be this much furious.They were fighting over the phone and talking about getting separated.I was only 6 years old but I could understand the emotions of my parents.The fact of quarrelling among the spouses couldn't get over my mind but as a mental disturbance.Anyone can imagine what a mind of 6 years old girl can be,I didn't know that I have to be matured early than others.But for a time being, my family was gonna complete again as my mother was coming from London.She was there to help my aunt and to find job.She was working in some kind of chocolate company but it didn't last, for my dad was getting aggressive day by day.My mother's in-law family started to wash my father's brain by telling him that my mother is getting hampered.She might get involved in strip clubs, if you don't bring her back to Bangladesh.Our society is a way more poor minded than foreign countries.At that time we were less privileged.We,females cannot go outside to work but some can esp who don't care the world or society.Those who were like that they got the "the whore" remark from the society, so maximum females had to stay at home,they had to be dependable on husbands.

The day came when my mother was about to arrive in Bangladesh.My granny was glad and relieved that the fight will at last end between my parents but unfortunately it didn't.My dad invited his family in get-together party,the very same day my mother come from abroad.Everybody planed to go to the airport to receive her so we were to our way there.The day was cloudy and I could feel sth bad gonna happen.We were waiting outside of the terminal.Then a lady with tight shirt and black jeans entered. I was literally aback that my mother changed her attire completely.She used to wear Borqua (a black dress for Muslim women to cover their figure and look less attractive to protect from male gaze). My dad didn't talk with her until he went to the room with her.Nobody knew what was going on,then suddenly my mother started to scream like a hell.She opened the door and started to break things up.My father grabbed her waist,bend her wrist backward,push her to the wall and slapped tightly.The view was horrible for me.

No one thought that this things will repeat.The whole thing had never ended for years.I used to see that my mom was get bitten for her uncontrollable anger but I didn't know that my father was the main culprit.My father was a cool minded person and have a very loyal characteristic when it comes to female things. He is less talkative but he has a hidden anger personality. He might seems to be cool and calm but he has a bad tempered and he lies a lot.

His bad sides are :1)he is not well educated 2)he gives slangs and point out bad stuffs on my mom's character 3) He cannot suit in high class families or society 4)His's mind is so cheap n narrow minded.

Well! The fighting became a ritual everyday and here I was suffering because which child will tolerate this chaos in the family.My mind were depressed somewhere between reality and dream. The fight was tolerable but seeing my mom to leave us was unbelievable. The time when she was packing her bag,I cried,"where are you going Mom?", she whispered,"Take care of yourself Beta." It didn't take a second to realise that my mom gave divorced to my dad and now she is leaving. At first i didn't care because my mom scolds me a lot but  I started to face the reality at a age of 8. It seems like I have been put in a cage after my mom's leave. Hence the battle of my life had started back then. Without any hope and with lots of questions- Will my dad gonna remarry? Or will he keep my promise of not marrying? Would it effect my future? Would I be able to fly before learning? Or god will reward me with someone special one day?

Will be continued...