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A Letter To Your Mother

Thanks for this beautiful gift you gave this world. "Thank You", seems like a smaller word. But wait, will this gift think like you do? Or is it independent enough? You must not have thought this. Actually, I have seen enough. I have heard enough. I am tired of this. Are you a parent? Or a child? I don't really care as of now. But, you should. You should go back and think about your actions. You should think about your thinking. Are we moving towards the age of robots or you already have given birth to one? I am confused.



Everywhere I see, every time I hear, the same whining and the same useless thoughts make me think about the existence of yours in this world.  You must have thought you are a great parent, a great mom perhaps. But, does someone else thinks the same? Is she proud of you in the same way as you are proud of her? No, she will think. Yes, she will say. "Nobody thinks of me", is the perfect solution and resolution to hundreds of problems you have in your life. Don't you really think of her? I am glad you care about society. I am glad society still does not care about you. But, is this never-ending? I have thought so many times. "Yes" has been the most popular answer. You must be proud of her beauty, on her brain and how she does the household chores. Her beauty will bring her money throughout her life. She thinks the same. This is enough to rest in peace. Is it? The never-ending list of your wishes and hopes have made her walk with her shoulders down. Have you ever thought of her and kept your foot in her shoes. "No", you would say, "she would never let me do". Oh! wait. I never thought it from her end. Does she try to prove her existence? Does she make you feel she is independent? No, you would say. Is she afraid or is she stupid? Is this how you shaped her mind. I am sorry. You failed.




"Emotion" is the only weapon you know. Did someone say "education is the best weapon"? No. I don't say that. No matter how much you educate her, the insanity and selfishness still persist. Should I blame it on her? Or you are the culprit? This is a beautiful gift I see. But, a robot you might see. How selfish can you be? You show her your tears but have you seen her's? You care about her world, but do you know who her world could be? Is this selfishness? Yes, I see. But, hey! she is the same as you. She is doing the same, you see. She will show her tears but will she see someone else's? No. Bricks of selfishness have made her soul and unfortunately, you were the bricklayer and you were the architect. This is a letter for you. Because I see the root as you. Listen, think and act. The world is changing. What will you do with a hundred rights when you do not care about your own child? You want your child to have rights when you yourself have not given any to her. What will you do being so religious when the god has already said sorry to you. Why? You wonder? Did God really want you doing this? Then your god is a lie and you are just a puppet with a brainless head. You have started a chain reaction of ruining the lives. Still, you do not care and neither does she. But I do. I care about this world and my country. This is a letter to you. A warning maybe. But, everything is going in the wrong direction. Let her live like how she wants to be. If she revolts, understand her. "Ill Mannered" is a very strong word. Do we need to speak every time we want someone to understand us? Why is she crying? Why are you crying? When the reason is so silly. Please don't tell "society". When will you understand? Society is YOU. How stupid are you to find so many reasons when deep inside you know this all is just wrong.




I have learnt enough from all of you. You gave birth to a selfish robot whose remote is with you. Let her do what she wants. Isn't that you wanted when she was born? Speaking up is good manners not bad. Doesn't she have some existence in this world? Just mentoring her in the household chores and seeing her marry will make you rest in peace? But, why do you always think only about you? What about her soul? Doesn't she have a right to rest in peace? If this is what you thought and if this is what is happening, I am saddened for the limited resources of Earth that got shared with her. She is useless to this world. This is a letter to you. I hope you will understand. You will give your child what she wants. You will respect her as much as she respects you. You will understand one day. I hope that day does not come when the sand has slipped from the hand. I hope your never-ending wishes and hope come to rest. I hope she also understands her existence and thinks from her mind. I know she still thinks you are the commander. I hope that changes. I hope she stands for her right. This is just a letter to you. Are you sorry? Don't be. There is still some time left. I am sure you will understand. But for me, as of now, I have only one question. Are you a parent? Or are you a child? Actually, I don't really care. I have seen enough and I have heard enough. I am tired of this bullshit.

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  1. bro i also have the same question to her Are you a parent? Or are you a child?

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    1. You must have felt that too. Thanks a lot for your feedback +aminul

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