My mother was suddenly afflicted with an unknown disease. She was suffering from severe pain day and night.

My mother was suddenly afflicted with an unknown disease. She was suffering from severe pain day and night.

Things like magic, sorcery and amulets are becoming a plague in our society. People are ruining their lives by falling into the clutches of black people. No one in our house has ever imagined amulets etc. Nor did we believe in such things. But the events that befell our family and the way in which our home became a center of suffering from the pattern of paradise have made us think a lot. And it seems that the blackness of the world of black practice People with hearts are resorting to these clever tactics to destroy their homes.

My mother loved her brother's daughters more than we daughters. She loved them more than their time. But my mother's brothers along with their daughters took my mother's life. The story is very long and tearful. Giver, but I will tell you a little so that you do not cry with me after reading this story.

My parents married brothers because we sisters were much younger than our brothers. We sisters and Ami Abu gave a lot of respect to sisters-in-law. Even luxury and every little wish would have been fulfilled. The movement is covered.

Every mistake and wrong thing would be forgiven. Ami Abu would scold us in front of him and sometimes he would get more angry that his sisters-in-law are his. Do whatever you want. When they had children, all of us in the house were very happy that the house was in full swing.

When the eldest brother got married, my mother fell ill a week later and became so ill that she fell out of bed. We did not know what this amulet thread magic was. When he came, he would say, "There are amulets on my sister."

But we still couldn't believe we weren't familiar with these things.

For 5 years, we kept taking my mother to the doctors for cold, heat, rain and sunshine. We continued to treat her. We treated her day and night. My mother's health would have deteriorated when she came to visit him.

The uncle's daughter's relationship with the brother was forcibly settled. The uncles did something to my mother that made her able to walk a little and then she went to bed. Whenever the women of the neighborhood came to ask about her mother's condition And then the same thing, son amulets are on your mother.

My mother also stopped eating and drinking and cried that give me food. There was nothing but giving porridge to my mother. The journey of my mother's illness continued like this. Well, our disease journey has been going on like this and is still going on.

We were talking about the children of the brothers. My mother loved her grandchildren very much. We respected and loved our brothers more than ourselves. Not given

However, whatever came in the house was given to their children first and foremost. Then the brothers would start fighting with us and taking their rights. My mother's health would deteriorate and she would have to be taken to the doctor. Amy used to tell us to be quiet. We kept Amy's words tied to the play for almost ten years that to be quiet is to be patient.

But the brothers kept the whole house on their heads. For ten years, there were fights and quarrels day and night. But we still did not say anything so that the brothers would not get angry.

Then after some time our Abu was subjected to heavy punishment. Abu was given amulets but Allah had to give him life and Abu survived.

However, similar amulets were also made on uncles and aunts. Uncle died while aunt suffered disability and he is currently admitted in a hospital in Lahore.

Then, after three years, there was a plan to kill my mother. However, my mother Abu never wanted anything bad and never hurt anyone.

Amy was suddenly stricken with an unknown disease. She was tormented every moment. Some pain was killing her inside. And one day she left us all and went to Khaliq Haqiqi.

I wrote the story very short because I told you in the beginning that if the story was long and tearful, I would have cried while telling it and you would have cried while reading.

So I thought the story should be kept short. All you have to do is pray for my mother to find peace in the grave and give her a high place in Paradise. Amen.