YAR BANGAR SIYASA

About this Novel

I witnessed a dilapidated house and watched as the entire wall crumbled to the ground. Passersby too were peering into the house... I spotted a young woman holding a sack, lamenting, "Oh, what a tragedy it is. Every day, this house stands exposed, its dignity lost. You'll lose someone who won't shut the door or be mindful. What's the point of enduring poverty, God? Make us impervious, like an iron wall." "No, Aunt Wasila, let us breathe life into this house again. If we don't open it, what will happen? It will decay and wither away. By the way, stepping out of our father's home was nothing but pain for us. It's a futile endeavor." She concluded, her voice filled with frustration. A woman washing clothes by a well chimed in, "I once told Rashida I'd marry your father. He passed away, leaving me in hardship. Before he entered our lives, there were well-off suitors seeking my hand. I married him out of love, thinking he was handsome. Beauty, it turned out, is but a fleeting debt. Marry a wealthy man to relieve worldly sorrows." Rashi tossed a bundle of potatoes ahead and retorted, "Oh God, when I married, I vowed that I wouldn't wed an insignificant man unless I chose strength.