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Monday May 12,2008

Life Goes On

by Sattaneye

Here is my life's story. I am 22 male living in Pakistan. I never had a happy life, always living in misery and sorrows. Just because of my family problems. I belong to a rich family. I have three sisters and one younger brother, sisters are all married.

Since I was a child I see my father yelling on my mother and beating as well. I was only four years old then so I was unable to understand why he was doing all that but seeing all that really affected my mind. I was growing confused and frightened of my father.

As I reached my teenage years I started all this very seriously. When ever father started all that I would step in and try to stop it and the result was always a slap on my face. Since there are no laws in my country for child protection I was handicapped to protect myself and my mother from him. At that stage I thought only father was wrong and mother was totally innocent and victim of him, so in my heart there was a volcano of hate for my father.

As I was growing mature I figured it out that not only my father but also my mother is wrong as well because all she ever cared was wealth and money. I found out that my mother was so greedy for all that she put all her family beside that and my father even got too much money but always refused her because he was greedy for money as well. So when I found out that both are the same selfish and mean. I broke down in thousand pieces.

At that time I was 18. And my own problems were taking places such as higher education, my aim to becoming something, but they weren't concered with me. AI was so down that I started alcohols and drugs to relieve myself but believe me it didn't worked out. My health was rapidly getting weaker day by day and my mind was on thorns.

There was a boy named Humza in my class, some how he guessed that I am suffering from something so he got closer to me and I started getting close to him. I shared myself with him and he shared himself with me. And I found out that he was a victim like me. He told me drugs wouldn't help and they would get me into more trouble. If this would be the solution the whole world would have been doing drugs. Some how I picked up his point because there was a will to get out of this.

We started spending most of our times together enjoying life going to beaches and all that just to stay away from our families. And we found out that it was working. And then I realized that instead of drugs or suicide people should try to find those people who suffer the same and make them friend and share their thoughts so that they can share themselves as well.