Desire

Today was the eighth day seeing her tears. It's like grief. Mian Ain Alam Shabab was tainted. In the case of heart failure, the responsibility of having three small children was left on her feeble shoulders. She had been at her father's house for three years, but when the pressure to marry her increased, otherwise she would have been threatened with snatching the child, she would not have died. A month ago, she moved to Karachi to visit her uncle.
It sweeps the house. I have also taken some of his services. There is only one deal in my head that "I have to teach my children". What an innocent and legitimate desire a mother has.
I said, "Go around the affected schools, try where the fees are reasonable."
He started bringing in school rates. Babang Dahl herself describes her plight, which class she belongs to economically. Therefore, the school administration, out of pity for her widowhood, pays an annual fee of fifteen thousand to ten thousand rupees, or somewhere between ten thousand and seven thousand rupees per child. I said, "You don't say I'm a widow?" The tears in his eyes that fell from the tip at any moment were still parted from his eyes. "Why not Baji, I join hands with the school administration, they say it has been reduced, show it to Baji and go."
I wish there was a school that would embrace these orphans with love. Suddenly the idea of ​​a sitting school came to mind. But they are in some area. Contacted the administration. Luckily for me or Aunty Rukhsana, it was found out that there is a branch at Pahlawan Goth in Gulistan-e-Jauhar behind the graveyard, but the entrances have been closed. She took her aunt with her yesterday. He shouted outside the school building, "Baji Sach, it will be in the hands of my children too!" I loved the kids in school uniforms, I wish "
This sitting room is the principal's room at the school. Welcome, they stood up. Informed the mother of all the details. The best education and ideal training; the monthly fee is two rupees, the admission fee is only one hundred rupees which is not taken from orphans. Course in two and a half suropes. Uniforms at very modest rates, they are often given to the needy themselves. The quality of the teachers is no less than the standard of any expensive school, but they are happy with a missionary spirit at very meager salaries.
What a great job this is. Probably the biggest thing is to get out of the debt of humanity, and there is no better way. How many Rukhsana's dreams are being interpreted here. I told the chairperson of SEW Society for Educational Welfare about the admission of Rukhsana's children, so she said in a very painful tone, "I want to open such schools secretly, no child in this country will remain illiterate."
From yesterday onwards, my heart is full of happiness and I am thinking of what we can do for this great cause.
Stopped for a moment and saved the picture of this great building in the mobile camera, where many people are paying the debt of this country and nation.

Afshan Naveed