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Another name of a woman is sacrifice, a woman sacrifices everything for her family, even her own goal
Sacrifice doesn't mean you lose anything it really means you just compromise
A woman has only two options one is your work and the other is family and you will choose your family. You go into a state of stress and many questions come to mind,
- what if I choose my job?
- What is the reaction of my family?
What did I miss?
Same thing happened with me here when I was in 10th class.I was interested in support and after finishing my matric exams. I told my family that I love support and I want to do it. But my family didn't allow it, actually I had to go from Faisalabad to Lahore and there is a big reason and an obstacle that stops my family that I can't do it. My parents said you can't do that, you are too young (I mean my age was about 16 I think) you can't live without us, you are alone in Lahore, I said I can do it and will do. I had no one with me but I am with me but that is not enough. My sister also cannot help in this matter
My elder sister was using my parent's language and my youngest sister couldn't do anything. I fought with my family. I fought with my family for almost a month but nothing happened.
Finally I said that you have said that you are young and you are not old enough to live alone.
He said yes then I said ok but make a deal with me that after intermediate exams I will fulfill my goal he said no and I said ok then I will go now and he agreed but so much efforts after Here is a question why women have to make such efforts?
Well, I am waiting for my intermediate exams. Exams are near I am very happy,
A tragedy
But here I had very bad luck. One such accident happened and damaged my disk. I was very worried these days. The doctor said you should rest, now you can't run, jump, hold anything heavy I was depressed and had a question in my mind.
1.What does life want from me?
2.What will happen next?
In those moments I totally broke down and thought that if my family had let me go in 10th class, this would not have happened in my life but I can't tell my family that I am in depression and what I am thinking. I can't tell all these things to my family but why? My goal was broken, I moved on but I never forgot my goal, I love my goal,
But now I can't do anything.
Women's lives are controlled by others.
This is my real life story. An accident changed my entire life. After that I couldn't forget my goal and never maked a new goal