Two hours ago, while I was doing my home work in my room, my husband came and asked what I was

doing. As he knew that I often do grammatical mistakes while write ny, he offered me help in my
assignment. I refused his help with thanks because I did not want to disclose what I was writing.

Like every other life on earth, my life too is a combination of both sorrows and happiness. These events
of life when presented in the form of a story becomes a permanent record. Now I will present to you the
story of my life, a story which is no one's else but mine........My autobiography. I am scribing it in
expectation that people who read it, will remember it for a long time.

A girl when born on 15 June 1999 in Children's Hospital Quetta, fiund her only bond at that time....her
mother in a semi- conscious condition in hospital. Two nurses were in a deep conversation with each
other regarding this delivery. One nurse was arguing the other that, this woman who has given birth to a
baby girl, has already four daughters, and her in laws are consistently mentally torturing her for a baby
boy. The other nurse replied that as the woman is not conscious, we can exchange it with a baby boy
just been delivered by a women who left him and went off the hospital. The other nurse presented
another thought of her saying, she was contacted by a woman offering thirty thousand for a baby girl, so
even selling the baby girl to someone unknown was also discussed. While they were in conversation, the
semi-conscious woman open opened her eyes. Nurses congratulated her of a boy. She replied that I k
ew it's a girl as I heard her cries and can never devalue my blood. She told the nurses that despite a
family very challenging, my husband is a very very supportive man and he honors and respects Allah's
will. The name chosen by parents for their infant was Mariyam. I am Maryam, now having 07 sisters and
4 brothers, my Father name is Nasrullah and my mother who is my Jannat, her name is Tasleem.

I was admitted to a school named Primary school Zhob, when I was a kid of 04. Early in the morning, my
elder sister Sajida used to wash my hands and face and make my hair in different styles, she also used to
teach me and help me in my homework. My first teacher whose name was Miss Mehr un nisa was
extremely kind and caring. I remember a day when she gave her students a task to memorize a topic, I
was the only one who did it, she as a reward gave me 05 rupees, the joy of receiving it then, is simply
unexplainable. Her devotion and passion motivated me to study hard and developed in me a sense of
responsibility.

In my early school days, when I was in a class 1st, I used to buy things from a Rerhi wala outside our
school. One day when I went to buy candies, the rerhi wala was sitting all alone. I had 10 rupees in my
hand, there I was affected by the beauty of a doll. I asked him the price of doll, he replied that it's of Rs.
200. He told me not to worry about money and offered my that doll. Then she held my hand tightly and
was started to take my some where, I begun to worry. As I was only 06 years old then, I was unaware of
his intentions. I asked him.where are you taking me, he asked if u want this doll you have to go with me
in my room. I was so uneasy as I started to think that he will kill me. There, at that time miss Mehr un
nisa was passing, she the man holding my hand tightly, she called my name laudly, and started to chase
him, the man left and that's how Allah helped me that day. After a month or so I recieved a doll more
beautiful than the when I wanted, when I got first position and my father gifted me. I was ecstatic that
day and learnt a lesson that Allah always have better plans for us
Another story is of my teen age, when I was in 11 class. I was very attached with my elder Sister Sajida. I
used to call her Sajon. Even from my childhood I slept with her, I used to do tawaf around her all day. I
was so hurt when she got engaged, I started praying for her engagement to end and she so she remain
with me forever as even the thought of her leaving me would make me feel worse. I really didn't want
to loose her and I worried that her marriage will distort me. One day her mother-in-law invited us for a
lunch to their home, soon after my sister's engagement. When we went their, we were welcomed and
greeted by a handsome and good looking boy , I got impressed very much. He was blessed with
everything that a girl can dream of. He was good looking, respectful, financially very stable because he
was a medical doctor by profession. I had already heard about him, but seeing him that day made me
pray to Allah for being his life partner. Commencement of special prays, even praying tahajjud became a
common practice to have him. I did it disclose the secret of my heart to anyone for two years and
practice of praying to Allah never got detoriorated. After two years of my sister's engagement, it came a
day tha my sister got married. Some times later, she called me and gave me an invitation to their house
and told me that they are celebrating nikha function of Dr. Umer. After hearing what my sister told me, I
felt extremely hurt. As I was keeping all this secret to my heart and my Allah, I started to weep and felt
that I have lost every thing and even complained the one who knew about my wish, my Allah. I cried all
the night. I was too upset for some days. After one month when I got engaged, I realized that Allah have
chosen best for me There was no regret then. Because the person Allah chosen for me was a caring and
loving man. Now, when I am married, I am Iivinh a a very happy marital life. I realized now that i was
impressed from that boy, it was not love. I then was a teenager and was so attached to my sister and
was ready to do everything just to be with my sister and probably that was the only reason why I was
attracted to that boy.

Now, I am very happy with my husband because I believe that surely there is wisdom of Allah in every
matter. I have passed a life which taught my lessons and the biggest lesson of them all is that it's Allah
who is driving us in our life, it's his will who makes things happen. We get what is written in our destiny.