I am Arshatun Nahar, the only daughter of my parents. I love marriage and this love marriage has become the curse of my life. Because, my husband's family couldn't accept the parents for being to poor. My husband is talented student, honest, humble and diligent in his only prayer. We live in a little house, camped in house with plastic. Rainy season actually comes down to the thick drak in our lives. There is water in the camped. To spend the day with great pain, in the time there is a lot of trouble.
My family's income is very low. My children cannot bear the cost of studying. In a word, we are very poor. We cannot keep your head in the society and always we have to endure marginalised, oppression.
If you are sympathetic, if you increase help, then we are neglected, not oppressed. You can keep your head up and well-educated my child like you as an ideal man.
Please help me. I'll be very grateful for your help and support.
I thank you for reading my story and invite you to contribute. May God bless you..