Today my article post

Due to being extremely naughty, I was beaten a lot by Mamma. There is no object in the house with which Mahin Chaudhry was not beaten.
Sika, tap, blow, tongs, remover of cobwebs,

wiper, spoon, shoe, cotton, any pipe, any thing, just when I did the destructive mischief, my mother smelled it, the whole village was fed up with my mischief as it was when I was a child. Even the boys should not come.
I was not only an expert in beatings.. She used to beat me at home, but she used to beat me a lot outside. She used to spank me if I did anything wrong. Sometimes there was a stop when FSC was done.😔
My beloved mother used to beat me and kiss me at night and say with me that my son was bothering me so much, please forgive me, she would cry and I would hug her saying that I loved my mother very much.
They say one sentence, you are my son, you are my arms.
I think if I will be a boy, then my mother will be happy.
I wish I could become a boy. I prayed a lot.
I was always a soldier.
But
I loved the mosque very much. The only mosque in the village near our house was built by grandfather Abu. I used to enter three or four times in the summer and read Naat on the speaker.
So Shama is the Prophet and Tala-ul-Badr is Alina. As soon as the sound echoed, people ran away and Dadaji came home and told things to Mamma and started beating me.
Many times in life I realized that
I wish I was a boy. Father's departure, mother's loneliness, hostility, going out, getting angry with other men, not riding a bike.
For carrying something heavy, for going for a walk with friends, for throwing a party at weddings and not going alone in the harem. I always wished that I was a boy.
This wish is still there today. If I were a boy, I would have met Dr. Zakir Naik. 💔😔
What a beautiful option boys have when they go wherever they want and sit in the mosque all day teaching
Those of you who can reach them easily should go.
The company of good people has a great impact on life.