The color of the mind

Nazia was newly married. At first, everyone behaved cheerfully, then slowly a layer of sweet words began to descend. In hushed words, there was talk of Nazia's solid complexion. Nazia had four critics. Nazia's husband Tahir was the eldest.

One day she was working in the kitchen dressed as usual when her little sister Nand entered.

"Oh! This is you Nazia Bhabhi! I understand that the work of the companions has come. Maria said, apparently laughing, but her eyes were clearly joking.

Nazia's heart sank. From that day on, he began to take special care of himself. She was always ready so that in future she would not be mocked by any working aunt whose color was extremely black. All blacks and whites have been created by Allah but the oppressive society is not ready to give up its traditions even here. Man is subject to ridicule, ridicule and satire.

Today Nazia got ready to go to her sister's house. He was wearing a red suit with brown embroidery. With light make-up, she must have looked very fresh and good. Tahir was waiting for him on a motorcycle outside. As she left the room carrying her handbag, she hit her aunt's ears.

"Come on!" One then "Saying so much, he said something bad in his mouth and then spoke." Red suit from above. Batia! What would have happened? Well done! Wear light colored clothing. It didn't work out at all. "It was heard that Nazia had lost all her self-confidence and her legs began to feel numb.

"Bhabhi!" You name Just wear light colored clothes. Please. These bright colors do not suit you at all. ”Nand Ayesha, who was sitting next to him, also said yes to her mother. Ayesha herself was very fair.

On that day, Nazia's heart was broken. Standing outside with broken legs, she said to Tahir, "She came five minutes later" and went inside the room. After a while she came out and Ayesha saw her. He was wearing a light brown lawn suit. The make-up was clean and she was crying.

For a moment something happened to Ayesha's heart. Her own marriage was arranged a few days later. He thought of apologizing to his sister-in-law for his words but Nazia stepped out of the gate covered with a big chador.

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"Oh, this black-clad daughter-in-law was supposed to play for me." Oh! So black Please tell, whats the story of them big puppys ..... I was blindfolded. When she went to get the relationship, she was wearing big make-up. It was later revealed that the real color embarrassed you too. ”Nazia's mother-in-law was constantly talking.

Now Nazia had become accustomed to these voices and taunts. Nazia was chopping onions in the kitchen that day when her mother-in-law started talking.

"Look, Tahir!" I used to tell you that this girl can't make you happy and that's what happened. When you see her face moving here and there. There is no smile on his face. Ominousness spreads throughout the house. "

Tahir Mian spoke in a masculine manner. "Mother, I say be happy. What do you lack? "

"Come on!" Even if she doesn't listen, get rid of her. And my prince will get a lot. "

When he knocked on the outer door, both mother and son's Nazia letter ended and Nazia's tears ...! no Please! They never ended. I don't know if the onion was too bitter or accented!

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Ayesha came to live for the first time after marriage. Nazia was very busy in the kitchen. He made biryani, made meatballs in the curry and fruit trifles in the dessert. The yogurt was missing when I opened the fridge to make raita.

"Oh! I tell my aunt. Ask for yogurt. Maybe Uncle forgot. ”Thinking this, she walked towards the room and Ayesha's sobs stopped her steps.

"Amy!" My mother-in-law says empty blonde is not enough. There should be something in the servant. As soon as he looks at me, he starts cursing. I don't know what I have done to them. The onions turned a little browner than I did that day, so they kept calling me unskilled, leprous and puffy all day. He also lodged my complaint with Akram. Akram slapped me in front of everyone, Amy G ... ”After saying that, Ayesha started crying again.

Nazia, standing outside, had forgotten her heart was pounding. Could the rewards process start so soon? He never thought of that. The real color is the color of the mind. I'm black, you're black ...