I have a second marriage of five years with my brother-in-law who is seven years younger than me.
In these five years I have given birth to four stillbirths in total four times.
Three times three girls and the last time a boy was born in my womb.
But every time my babies die during delivery.
No one in the world will ever understand the pain of a mother who carries her child for 10 months and 10 days but cannot see the face of the world.
I am Nazma Akhter. I was born in a very ordinary house.
I am the eldest among five brothers and sisters.
My two younger brothers and sisters.
Our mother died during the birth of our youngest brother.
I would have been twelve or thirteen then.
After the death of my mother, I brought up my brother with love like a mother.
Being the elder of all siblings, I have to take care of everyone’s work.
Everything from preparing school readings to putting food in their mouths was part of my routine.
After the death of the mother, the father never remarried.
So I have to handle all the work of the family alone. I have also continued my studies. I managed to pass the SSC from the village high school with difficulty.
As the college was far away, it was not possible to continue the studies even though I wanted to.
Father takes care of the land.
And take care of us.
Suddenly one day Ghatak came to our house with a marriage proposal for me.
I was born a girl.
One day or another you have to go to the next house.
But this is not the first time that the groom has come to see me.
Many times before I have appeared as a bride in front of the groom’s side.
But till date no boy has agreed to marry me because of my weird appearance. At the end of the meeting, he handed over 100/200 rupees and left without contacting me.
And why?
Any boy would want his wife to look and be as beautiful as five other girls.
Let his whole house light up.
But I am completely different from that.
The skin color can be dark brown or black. A body weight of equal five feet height is 65 kg.
Although he is 18 years old, anyone would think he is 40 at first glance.
Of course, I have no hand in this.
Because God may have thought that I am right in this form.
Like other days, I cleaned my hair, applied light kajal on my eyes, changed my clothes and appeared in front of the groom’s party.
The husbands are 5 brothers and two sisters.
As the two sisters are older, they are already married. Among the brothers, only the elder brother is married alone.
Patra is the mezzo boy of the house.
He has three younger brothers.
The pot looks pretty good.
Fair, thin and tall. You can say a bit skinny.
But the problem is that according to the age certificate elsewhere, even though Pat is 3 years older than me, it looks like he is at least 10 years younger than me.
However, I don’t know why the groom’s father and brother chose me as their son’s wife.
We got married on a certain day.
After getting up in the morning after the wedding, my mother-in-law took me to see the kitchen. My elder sister told me what to cook in the morning.
I am new to this house so it took quite a while to find the salt and spices to cook.
Bhabhi said that work should be more active.
You have to learn to move your body faster.
It will be good for both me and my family.
Because no one eats breakfast so late in this house.
They have a fixed meal time.
My mother-in-law appeared in my room with my little brother-in-law Russell when I was going to sleep at night after finishing the day’s work!
Bouma is in class five.
And just a few days later, his scholarship exam.
It would be good if you read with him every night.
In other words, I got another new responsibility in addition to cooking for everyone in the whole house.
I said, ok mother, it is quite late today, I will sit with him from tomorrow.
Today my father’s house people have come to my father-in-law’s house as per wedding custom.
They will take me and my groom with them and return home after finishing their lunch.
While leaving, Amma said, Najma, how many days you stay, keep Russell at your house. I will give him his books, show him to read a little in time otherwise his reading will be ruined.
I nodded and agreed, ok.
Ever since my marriage, I see that my elder sister or my mother-in-law does all the housework by me. As my husband has no source of income, I have no right to speak about it.
This is how I spend my days.
Suddenly one day Amma came and said, Najma tell your father to buy you a sewing machine.
As you can see, Palash (my groom’s name) is an unemployed boy.
It is very difficult to feed your extra two people with your Vasur’s income alone.
I frowned and said, “Your son is the only one who looks after the crops and housework.
If you want to live in the world, you need to do a little bit of work.
Amma left my room with a frown.
The first day I got married and came to my father-in-law’s house, I was quite surprised thinking that I became the wife of the son of such a big house by any luck?
Where a boy or his guardian did not like me as his son’s wife until today! I am the wife of the house so big!
My father’s financial condition is quite good but their condition is many times better than that!
I couldn’t reconcile anything.
But now I understand well, the people of this house will only get a worker for free.
With this thought, an ugly motherless girl like me was brought as a house wife!
