Twisted Firsts

By Noor Tabassum

Life is an unpredictable, adventurous and uncertainly certain journey where you're assigned different roles as you move ahead of each phase in your life. Though the first step seems difficult, sometimes even unsure and confused, with each step further you learn to walk with your head held high and your feet firm in the ground. If we compile each of those first steps at each phase it would be excitingly thrilling to replay those baby steps again and ponder over those silly yet fierce memories. This book will give you a first-hand experience of many first experiences that will take you down the memory lane and make you think, what you did when you were in same situation for the first-time.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Famian
• Release date: Apr 16, 2021
• ISBN: 9788194953203

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This book is dedicated to our beloved mom and dad,

Late. Yasmeen Banu and Late. Mehar Ali.

ACKNOWLEDGEMENT

First and foremost, praises and thanks to the God, the Almighty, for his showers of blessings throughout the course of our work for this book.

I express sincere gratitude to my beloved sister Noor Ayesha Ali  for her support and encouragement. I am thankful to my husband Syed Abrar Ahmed for his constant support as well.

A Special thanks to each of our FAMIAN team members for their constant and time-to-time support. Without them and their co-operation, completion of this book would have been difficult and their presence behind us was totally indispensable

CONTENTS

PREFACE

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ife is a book filled with many fantastic and incredible experiences. These incidents are so unique and energizing that they give us a new dynamism and contentment each time we surf through them. Certain events may seem startling at that point, but it brings a smile to the face when we think of them later. The irony of life is that those events which once brought a smile on the face may bring tears later, and those episodes which once brought tears at that instance may get a chortle later.

Today when I look back at my life, I grin widely at all my follies. I was not yet over my impish childhood when I got an outstanding marriage proposal. My hubby was in love with me for a long time, and he proposed to me immediately after I completed my 12th. At the tender age of 18, I barely knew the obligations I had to face after the marriage. The word marriage brought a lot of delight and allure to me. When I thought of new flamboyant clothes, desirable jewellery, and exotic food, it brought a smile to my face. That was the only meaning of marriage I knew.

Though my parents were initially reluctant about my marriage, my mom-in-law persuaded my dad to give his daughter's hand to her son. When my dad initially refused to marry me to him, he went into depression and started smoking, making his mom exceedingly concerned. So, she went on persuading my dad till he agreed. She said that if something terrible happened to her son, he would be responsible for that. She promised to take the utmost care of me and pledged to see that I completed my education. Since the proposal was decent and she was very insistent, my parents consented. I got engaged instantaneously after five months, and later after six months, I was married to start a new episode in my life.

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CHAPTER 1

MARRIAGE DAY HULLABALOO

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t was a bright and beautiful Sunday when I got married. Early in the morning, my mom woke me to have a bath and get ready. I was gladly dressed in my bridal wear by 7'O clock. I was famished, as well as excited. I knew that it was the tension which made me hungrier. It always happens, even during the examinations. My mom kissed me on the forehead and told me that she would be busy with guests, so I had to do all the chores myself. She asked me to eat my whole breakfast and be calm and composed. She said that she would undoubtedly send somebody with breakfast and to assist me with my make-up. Mom left me in a room in the marriage hall to attend to all the guests. She was extremely busy welcoming people and arranging breakfasts for them. Sitting alone in the room, I wondered what people were doing in the hall. I always enjoyed marriages. Dressing and roaming around with friends and cousins, flirting with boys was an immense joy.  Now, sitting in the room like a detainee, unable to go out of the room, was unexciting. I sat, waiting for someone to bring breakfast for me. I was more excited about getting transformed. The bridal make-up and hairstyles were wandering in my curious mind. I keenly waited for the person mom