And she was murdered.

Your watch had begun when two pistol shots broke the silence of the cemetery in the air. While spending the night in the house under the three trees, the moons flew away after hearing the sound of the shots. The first shot pierced the girl's bulging chest and sank her heart into the mattress on which she had been shot for the last time that night, because now she had to get up after the pig was blown out. The second shot also went to the grave in the middle of the night. The victim's name was Nadia and she was of the same age as Shabab. The killer's name was Chaudhry Khuda Bakhsh, whose hair had the sheen of silver strands. Before Nadia's chest was pierced, there were traces of the khakiness of the paddy and the purity of the fox in her eyes, and after the shot, the veiled innocence was revealed on that familiar face, while the innocence of the victim's legs was radiant. Even after her breathing stopped, it was thought that she was still in a deep sleep. She would wake up and take the alarm and disrupt the system of the ears, but it was just the ears Nadia had returned to the village three months ago after completing a four-year degree in physics from a government university in Lyallpur. She had accepted that the time had come for her to get married because her father would never allow her to get a job. He had to give her permission because, after all, he was the village Chaudhary, who owned four acres of land, two hundred buffaloes, high-bred horses, a tractor, and four kanals of land. There was something about him that seemed like the story of a king. According to the Podhry's self-made belief, if he allowed his daughter to get a job, her community and the village would be ostracized. Nadia was a poor girl, so she did not discuss the job with her father.

But there is a big difference between marriage and job. It is possible to sacrifice one's job for the sake of one's parents, but against the will of the people, for someone who has the desire to make life hell, who can resist the will of the ruler? Rather, the order was that Nadia should be married to his scholarly son, Chaudhry Anjum. In Alam Po, there was a young man of about a year old, whose guard was also given a big moustache, which testified to the fact that this young man did not accept nobility. The pride of the father's immense wealth and the princely passion such as bringing dogs, being a nuisance and making conditions, this night, removing the waist, were different. One day, Khasi told Nadia that I want to marry you to the first one. Hearing this, Nadia felt that someone had eaten the sky on her head. She wanted to beat her with a crowbar and a deva, but she continued to do so. After listening to her father, Nadia bowed her head and said that I am marrying someone else, and she believed that she was going to do this with her head raised. Her father was afraid that he was respectful to his father, but his head was bowed. Hearing the words of the jail, Chaudhry's heart became hot. His heart wanted to strangle Haily who was sitting in front of him, but he kept it in check, thinking that Nadia might not stop explaining, Chaudhry took me and said that it is impossible for the family to marry you and that is also your choice, your father never He won't allow this, but my father, my religion, allows me to marry the one I like. Open your ears so that he can put this in his tone that for you, I am the one who has no religion. Come what may, I will find it, whether religion comes in the way or something else. But instead of my life being destroyed with my father, your life will be settled in yours, mother, don't you know that? She will go, why can you do this to a daughter of yours, I can do anything for my honor, but if I marry someone I like, what will your honor be like? Chaudhry got up and slapped Nadia in the face for a long time. It seemed that Aaliyah is an Ansar, where she has become the symbol of knowledge. Look, I am telling you that if you want to marry me, then it is with my own will, otherwise your dead body will leave this house and go to the cemetery. She was kissing her cheeks and taking the knife and saying that she would marry P. Mahmani, but no, maybe Jamala was not even in her imagination, her father would show her off. Mani used to say that her father's anger is temporary. The father would have to bow down to the wishes of his only daughter anyway, and the father thought that after taking the pill, she would get rid of the idea of ​​marrying the one she wanted from her heart. Both of them were wrong. The father did not bow down, nor did the daughter chase away the idea of ​​marrying the one she wanted. Then one day, Chaudhry decided that Nadia's sacrifice for the sake of surprise had become obligatory. What if Nadia also had to be sacrificed? After all, millions of women had been given dowries before, and then Nadia was killed by her father. There was no trial, nor did Chaudhry appear in the court of his conscience. The policemen got their share, and the villagers were like, "If you write a book now, it will become a complete farmon." The villagers had no choice but to believe in the truth of the incident. At night, Chaudhry was cleaning his pistol, and while cleaning it, he accidentally drank two farts that went across Nadia's chest.

I wrote this story with the reality of the night with the moon. Five years ago, I had a few friends in the staff of the roadside shop that made this incident happen, the same thing happened, so you told me that even in the 21st century, in the traditions of the people, Nadia's blindness was only because Maulana's marriage was a long time ago.