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Amassing the fragrance of fresh fruits, Ghazal recollected the time when her husband accompanied her in the market. Assembling hands in hands both deemed themselves, wealthy persons. Before she could stroke her purse the voice of the shopkeeper took her back into reality. What do you want to pay for? I have been inquiring for the last 3 minutes. Don't consume my time if you are not interested. She remembered the purpose of her visit. After paying for a few vegetables she felt embarrassed but she had only left this money and the month was also on the verge. While consuming the vegetable noodles she began screaming. From childhood till marriage she only dreamed about a comfortable and wealthy life. It wasn't a vicious dream. But before she was going to accomplish it, she was on the bed. Her husband glanced at the face of his newlywed wife and gave her the gentle touch with his lips. She became a housewife in a few days who knew nothing except composing poems. When she confessed her husband about her dreams of getting fame as a poet. He chuckled ironically and ordered her
to become his wife firstly, everything else isn't significant for a girl.
Soon she secured her safe zone by taking part in her home chores. But after a few years, she felt modifications in her life.
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Nothing was much likable of the prior Ghazal who had butterflies in her ears and bangles in her hands. A depressive face and thin body indicated the sufferings she confronted. She became the full time wife and now each night with her husband, proved torture where love wasn't there.
She became a representation for girls who were receiving an education, look Ghazal is a full-time housewife so why to waste time on education and degrees. How society can ratify the girl who bestowed them everything except the kids. Soon she was out the door, glancing at the eyes of wolves who were ready to amputate her honor into pieces. There was no way home back. She collected little money because of the divorce. Commencing her journey from the poet she had nothing in her hands except the talent. Although it was tough to bring back the Ghazal. Few pennies after publishing 50 poems. She was In tears but her first earning helped her to do groceries. Disbursing days and nights writing articles and selling them to local newspapers.
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After striving for a year finally was successful to bring fresh things into her home. Missing her family was the thing that made her moan at midnight. No one understood the unfortunate writer Ghazal was battling with. A visit to the doctor implied some odd changes in her body, there were cancerous cells that were thriving in her body. She was broken down that day and that night he hasn't written a single line but she can glimpse the Distant horizon. But she has to bring it more approximately. Leaving the cozy blanket and jotting down the thoughts on paper she the dignified Ghazal who can assemble the line between sky and earth as she was the Molan.
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