In the morning the sun rises, clearing the blanket of darkness and bringing the light of new hope among the people. This day’s birds dance and sing a song of freedom in the sky. The river beside my house flows, making a loud sound and encouraging men and women to get ready to go into the field. On one such day, I was sitting at the corner of my house enjoying the beauty and thinking deeply about my life. Suddenly, I heard a voice saying, “What will you do now?” I looked around, but again the voice came, “How will you fulfill your innocent father’s dream?” I shouted, saying, “Who are you?” I realized the voice was coming from my heart. I felt like a bird kept in a cage because I could not follow my mind and I had to obey my parents.
My small village with my family seems like a different world for me. I was not exposed to the outer world. We lived with nature, not with technology. I only knew what my responsibilities were and about my economic problems. My father was a drunkard. He misused all the money he earned. I still remember the days and moments when my drunkard father came home and beat my mother. When I used to see my mother’s rough hands that smelled of roots, her face covered with darkness, my eyes filled with tears.
We were alive just because of my mother. She worked like a machine in the field, ignoring day and night just to feed us. My past was dark; it could never give me joy, instead it took away my present joyful moments. My father was not responsible. I did not want to blame him because it was not his fault. It was the fault of the alcohol which made him drunk. My mother remained alive only for her small lovely and innocent children. She was alone with lots of people. I heard that god treated everyone equally. I wanted to know, why was there a huge gap between people? Why did god give my mother a troublesome life? Would I ever be able to get an answer to this question?
When I felt I was grown up, I made a promise to myself and god that I would...