I kept a goat in the house. She gives milk and the children will drink with bread.
She was stolen. She went out to eat grass. She did not return in the evening. The husband was labor. And he died ---He fall down from stairs when he was working. I wash the dishes of two houses - as long as I am - I am the wife of a laborer - I have children to feed him.
That's good that people do not throw old cloth in the dustbin.
We are here for wearing the rejected cloth.
Who can eat dry bread but my children can eat there is no other way to live ... sometimes I think and smile. How my helpless children learned names of fruits maybe they seen on the roadside. okay, don't be worry I have learned from time how to live in poverty.
I will live
with my children. They are growing now. the elder one will be able next year to wash dash in the hotel. They will get something to burn in our kitchen. Inshallah
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