"Grandma, I've thought of you as my own mother. What did Grandma think of Hasan, my frequent friend to Nek? "
"Hm ... Hasan yes, why? Has he proposed to you Sumi? "
"That's it .."
"Do you love him?"
"I'm just a village girl, I do not even understand what love is."
"Love has a broad meaning. When you feel comfort, calm until your sadness disappears with him. That is part of the love itself. Have not you long served me Sumi? Maybe this is the time for you to marry. "The marriage took place a few months later. Because Hasan had been an orphan, only his uncle's family had come.
Stepping on the second year of our marriage, for the sake of changing fate, I relegated my husband to wander in the country people. And I decided to work at my aunt's house, as long as she was gone. I went through my day without his presence, just a letter as a sign of his presence. The following month he slipped a few sheets of paper dollars, as a living for me. In the third month, the letter seemed to disappear, never reaching my hand. But I remain faithful waiting to hear from him even if only a letter.

A year went by, still no word from him. I've always argued about giving me dozens of reasons to convince my parents and justify my waiting. But time always has its limitations. That's what made both my parents come to me and make a one-sided decision to accept a young man's proposal on the grounds that I've become a widow, no living, no news for a year. There was no power, just bowed headlong, unable to say a word other than agreeing. Although with a heavy heart, I could not bear the burden of my family to be the gossip of the neighbors.
After the qabul grant was held, Hasan suddenly stood up, my ex-husband flushed angrily, standing still with a sharp eyes watching me side by side with another man. Fortunately, my father took the initiative immediately took Hasan away to his room. A few minutes later I went to see him. I greeted gently, there was a longing that choked on the chest, but what the power of fate has said otherwise. So I told him what had happened in his silence with tears in his eyes.
"You know, there's not a moon left by sending a letter and a living for you. Though there is no reply, that is why I came here. I do not understand what has happened, why the letter did not get into your hands. You've betrayed me, I'll let you go with him. "
That was the last word that drew tears from my eyes. I can only look at his departure from afar. "Betrayed," that's the word that has incised a deep wound in my heart. If you know, I always wait for you faithfully without being tarnished, even if I have to endure the longing.
"Maybe, just get here our soul mate, without you and I know where all the letters disappear."
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