Having faced so much hardship since his father’s death , Parvez silently accepted his failure in his attempt to acquire his own , mother’s and sisters share in the joint family properties and business . Constant adjustment with adversity seemed to be his only destiny .
Being a devout Muslim besides his mother and sisters there was only Allah for support . Praying in the mosque regularly thrice every day gave him courage to live an impossible life .
His two sisters had married , the younger one Yasmin settling in Calcutta . Shine the elder sister had gone to America and used to send a frugal amount of money to Parvez for himself and their mother, every month .
Being hard of hearing , very simple , honest and extremely good , in a way Parvez was unfit for this willy world . His devotion for his mother was unparallelled and it was this feeling which created an imperishable everlasting bond of brother and sister between Parvez and me . I too worshipped my mother , my heroe , heroine , Guru and inspiration . I often told everyone that there existed an invisible umbilical chord between me and my mother which had not been broken .
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Parvez and me are a series of true incidents covering a long span of life . Of a brother and sister relationship transcending blood and religion and only based on eternal love .
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