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How difficult it can be for a widowed mother of ten siblings to pass from the rich to the poor within a few years of my father's death;
A mother who could not read on her own but enlightened her children with higher education and dignity, my mother was also among such mothers.
I didn't know why I kept telling my mother in my childhood that whenever I grew up, I would go on a pilgrimage with her. My mother always replied with a smile, study first; if you earn money by doing a job, then we perform Hajj.
I grew up before I grew up. I joined the army and came back. From Larkana to Karachi and then to the Netherlands, where the oppression of the oppressors was waiting for me, and oppression ruined my life.
I miraculously fulfilled my promise to perform Hajj with my mother in 1985. Two years later, my mother could not survive a heart attack and left everyone alone. May Allah raise her rank in heaven.
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