Looking back
The time is in the mid-20s.
I just passed the SSC. Though not as good in writing and not as bad. But I can not read the same thing to my father. The reasoning behind my father's argument is because my old boys come to the village to earn a decent amount of money or to empty the pockets of the Daily Dad.
What else can I do if my father says so ?. Time is running out, and my thoughts are growing. Otherwise it will not happen.
It felt like a ghost crashed in my head and went abroad because I couldn't read. I relied on foreigners because my uncle lives in the UAE.
What will happen if I go abroad but no work is learned? So with the help of Mama, I started learning Electrician work at Mama's friend's training center.
Good admission fee paid and Mama gave.
This is the time to continue learning the work. The distance from Bari to the center is about 4 km. So I use bicycles for travel. Good to say I can ride the bike again so well that anyone who is frosty with me on the bike can either leave his hand or hold his hand.
I always wondered one thing, how is an accident? And then what is the mentality of the injured people then? Do they become senseless then? And what is the real cause of the accident?
These thoughts were always in my midst.
Every morning I used to go to the training center to ride a bike but it was a bad habit for me to leave my bike. It would be 1: 6 or 12 minutes on a Sunday when a new incident happened to me. Suddenly without any interruptions I fell into the accident and I got answers to all the questions.
In this I have to lose one tooth of God's grace. I was shocked at the time but had nothing to do. I do not know why God saved that day. However, at that time I understood exactly what was going to happen in my life and I would take education.
I did not go back to the training center that day. In the meantime, I do not go to the doctor's chamber myself. On Friday, before the incident, there was no Imam at the mosque, I prayed Zuma, and a gentleman gave a money box at the place. Although my tablet and injections were billed for about 5 rupees later I paid the rest.
After coming home, my mother said no more to work and no need to go abroad.
It's time! Goes away Keep going! Will continue
The time is in the mid-20s.
I just passed the SSC. Though not as good in writing and not as bad. But I can not read the same thing to my father. The reasoning behind my father's argument is because my old boys come to the village to earn a decent amount of money or to empty the pockets of the Daily Dad.
What else can I do if my father says so ?. Time is running out, and my thoughts are growing. Otherwise it will not happen.
It felt like a ghost crashed in my head and went abroad because I couldn't read. I relied on foreigners because my uncle lives in the UAE.
What will happen if I go abroad but no work is learned? So with the help of Mama, I started learning Electrician work at Mama's friend's training center.
Good admission fee paid and Mama gave.
This is the time to continue learning the work. The distance from Bari to the center is about 4 km. So I use bicycles for travel. Good to say I can ride the bike again so well that anyone who is frosty with me on the bike can either leave his hand or hold his hand.
I always wondered one thing, how is an accident? And then what is the mentality of the injured people then? Do they become senseless then? And what is the real cause of the accident?
These thoughts were always in my midst.
Every morning I used to go to the training center to ride a bike but it was a bad habit for me to leave my bike. It would be 1: 6 or 12 minutes on a Sunday when a new incident happened to me. Suddenly without any interruptions I fell into the accident and I got answers to all the questions.
In this I have to lose one tooth of God's grace. I was shocked at the time but had nothing to do. I do not know why God saved that day. However, at that time I understood exactly what was going to happen in my life and I would take education.
I did not go back to the training center that day. In the meantime, I do not go to the doctor's chamber myself. On Friday, before the incident, there was no Imam at the mosque, I prayed Zuma, and a gentleman gave a money box at the place. Although my tablet and injections were billed for about 5 rupees later I paid the rest.
After coming home, my mother said no more to work and no need to go abroad.
It's time! Goes away Keep going! Will continue
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