My story 2

I am the daughter of an incredible woman. Women who marry without the full blessing of his mother due to differences in the degree of material. "Markonah" is the name of my mother. When I was little my mom always earn their own living because my father was weak and never worked.

My mom climbed down the hill and across the river to sell his wares to the city. My mother used to sell different kinds of fruits.she departed from dawn sun had not yet risen and returned the sun had set. Passing through the same path. It's done every day .. every day.

My father was the son of religious leader and imam of a mosque so she was not used to working.

When my father and mother were married, my mother who is looking for money.

Our life is very less. very rich uncle they always insult. insulting my home, clothes and food. But we did not retaliate, we just pray and wait.

One day my father saw a lot of kids in my region are not many schools,  in mind my father to make the elementary school and high school. My father was a member of the school name is the name of my grandfather (ASROR) = secret. My father had a prayer so that people want to go to school at my place. My father chose an outsider to become principals and entrust everything to them because at that time my brother was a kid.

At school I had started going to succeed my father died. Everything is confused .. who is continuing. 3 months passed after my father died. At that time my mother called the headmaster and asked about school, but you know what their answer "school does not belong to you, it belongs to the national agency" they show their hand in front of her face. At that time I was 8years old. I still remember clearly the face my mother.she tears. moment I am weak and helpless silence just staring at her. My brother did not dare because he was still a teenager.

My family agreed to no longer deal with the school "if you want to take this," because we are not geeks treasure. Those headmasters enjoy their positions and take money at will. Currently my mother decided to sell in the school cafeteria. Schools that used to be made and fought with my father. my brother start a business to help my mother and father continue to struggle as priests and religious teaching. incident lasted 20 years .

My brother has the confidence successor to my father to watch the people who are there at the school and report to him. Finally, my sister managed to give something to the principal and he took it out. When we think the victory is our family, it turns out we were wrong .. my brother friend  betrayed confidants. He influenced so that teachers hated my brother and did not want to pray in the mosque where prayers my brother.

My brother continue to be patient and pray. My family always believed "God does not sleep, and he knows what is right and wrong. Every action there must be reply ". And it's true they all get a reply from the gods. Those headmasters are evil now do not get any position, and only at home.

Now my family is well off, my brother had a lot of open businesses and help me and my mother. My mother was very old, 50 years old but he's still working spirit. She would not take money from my brother to useless. She received the gift of money but still works ..

When I saw the school I often said to myself "why is my dad died so quickly, in fact you have not enjoyed the success of your efforts and your children see adults. Perhaps the gods had other plans. "

You have to know my sister is very good at reading and translating books authored the Sufis. There's even memorized the Qur'an.

I ilaiqi .. nothing .. I'm just balancing on my family. Because if they are clever people coming together can be very selfish with their opinion, then I'm the one that mediates and makes the humor so it could be a more relaxed atmosphere.

Currently this only what I can do for my family.

Here's my story I use the English language sober. probably a lot of mistakes because my English bad
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