He wanted to earn money from honor. There were problems in the house. He had no respect nor had any respect. All the time just kept scolding it. If you want something, you would have been dumped after meeting with the same grams. Many times he had the idea that why he did not do any work, and earn a lot of money for himself. He talked with a friend on social media. He advised why not you start doing anything online. She liked her friend's advice very much. But how will you get the job done? Her friend too arranged. He also contacted him of an acquaintance boy. This boy also gave a job in a few days. He also got Advance Money for this job. She was very happy. One day she was called out of the house. It is said that there is a training workshop regarding work. He crossed the Delhi for the first time by speaking a work at home.
There were many girls. Many things were learned about work. He seemed like a dream. They were released till one hour. She returned home like all girls. A few days later, it was said that now they have to work in the office. That's why everyone has to come. She has gone through them safely. All the girls there were present there. All were willing to work in the office.
From there, all the girls were moved to a large hotel by car. Everything was fine there. She was very happy. It was so much respect. Two months passed like she wanted. It was time to eat. It was a great meal. After eating, sleeping like them was coming. Separate space was set to rest.
He was the last day of his life. After that, every day her standing stood in a separate narrative. How did the snare escape and he came out of there? Today he was standing outside the press club. Hold a playing card in hand. On which "I am justified ... Give me justice for God ... "words were written. People from there were going .. The security guard standing outside the press club addressed me and said ... "Sibbis listen to him. It has been abundant ". I asked him exhaustion, but his eyes should be seen before he could tell. I sat there on the footpath. Every word of her was bitter ... My eyes were samples I switched down my mouth and kept listening to her. Next day, I had a picture of the three column headlines in the newspaper.
There are so many events around me. Those who are difficult to describe, but the place made to sit with the outer wall of the press club is well-known. A month ago, a girl standing in front of her husband standing banner for justice in the same manner. Stepped up Asked what happened ... The story started. Boy proceed Said this is my wife. My brother said that they send abroad there is a need for girls to work in homes. I trusted a brother. He collected two million from big difficulty and gave the brother to the wife. After that, he said something wrong and he had answered my hearing ... Brother did so well It was difficult to think But had happened. Why all this happened and the answer is you find yourself ... Maybe because they could not see anything other than their wishes. They are forced to force them again and force it and end their lives for this sort of compulsion solution.
Yes, once the girl had a phone call. She was telling that she got married. Now he does not have any desire to do as much as he is. He said, 'Sir! One of my posts will give it to everyone through my column. Every girl who feels she is poor and does not have respect in her house. The outside world is very cruel .. Live daily and have to die. What is the honor, it goes out and goes out ... That's why it's as much as it is and be happy with it. You have more respect than hunger in me and it is safe if everything is with you. Good head! I keep it now Hafiz. Whenever he had gone off the phone. I still stood there ... Maybe I'm still there and never come back.