While wondering about my life and its achievements as an orphan, the first thing which comes to my mind is my wife.
I believe God has blessed her with enough beauty. Her hair are long, glossy; she has deep eyes, soft damp hands and high arched feet. I feel as if I wake up next to a doll every morning. A doll that I adore from the core of my heart.
She has helped rehabilitate my life, my views, my spirit, nearly my whole life. I marvel at the time when her hair would have been pulled over by her father in anger and the eyes weep.
My wife is a daughter of a man who has been observed with symptoms of intermittent explosive disorder. No one even dare to take him to a psychiatrist. He is an extremist of his own kind. A popular saying goes, “Marriage involves three rings: the engagement ring, the wedding ring, and the suffering.”
But my father-in-law believes that the dependents are the ones who must suffer lifetime. My mother-in-law used to be a beautiful woman, maybe, more than my wife but now she is engraved with bruise cuts and scratches. Mental abuse is much more painful than physical abuse because you are consumed by your own thoughts. So is the case with my mother-in-law and my wife.
He has always believed that being a sole bread-winner of the house, whatever he says, does, and orders is fair. Whereas, I argue that as I am responsible for earning livelihood I would define the happiness of my family. He has always followed the Islamic beliefs which favors a man and has always ignored all what Islam says in benevolence for women. He has mastered the subtle art of using Islamic believes and teachings against women.
He used to make his family wonder over the luxuries he has provided them which was none except an old apartment in a regular locality loaded over with a huge sum of loan in which my mother-in-law and my wife used to live in isolation. Why in isolation? Because whenever any relative came to meet them my father-in-law started counting flaws and mistakes of these women. He kept complaining that his family never appreciates his efforts.
What would someone do if a hot cup of tea turns cold? Obviously get it up to a microwave and get it hot again. But my father-in-law used to bang the cup onto the floor and bash her wife over it. Sometimes he used to clutch all her hair in his hand like a lion overpowers its prey and roars. Still my wife panics with terror when she gets to know my cup of tea has turned cold. Although I try to calm her but the fear can be felt in dampness of her hands.
No one has ever been able to make that man understand the difference between right or wrong, fair and unfair. Every word against his favour is nonsense for him and everything you say might be used against you.
The startled eyes of my wife and her mother still express how panicked they were in the past. I have always tried my best to make my wife and mother-in-law overcome all the pain, panic and gain positivity but from inside they are still terrified. What is the end of such men? They are left with their pride alone within the vicinity which they considered supreme luxury.
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V well written and apealing