When I was entering the Darul Aman, a man accompanied by four children stopped me. They were from
They requested me to help them meet with the woman. I asked the shelter home boss to do so. She sent for the woman who, shockingly, refused to meet her children.
I did not want to break that ugly news to the family outside, so I sent a peon to do that. I was little relieved, assuming that the family would have gone when I would leave the premises. Meanwhile, I was thinking about what made the woman say no.
Lost in thoughts, when I was leaving the gate of the shelter home, I saw the kids and their uncle standing right in front of the gate. They approached me. The eldest child was a budding girl. Her eyes were teary and red. The younger one’s had no idea what was happening.
It was an awkward situation for me because I could not help them. Later, the man told me that his sister was having a telephonic affair with someone else, who had told her not to see her kids otherwise he would not marry her.