what is truth and lie?? can you defferenciat it??

Gee Begum, some guests will stop here too, but there will not be much crowd. Everyone's homes are in the city, only Saima and elder brother John will come. You don't need to worry too much."

"Arham bhai will also come..?"

At one point, Rida asked a question with a lot of laughter, and Rabil's throat got stuck. He put a glass of water to his mouth.

"Of course he will come, but he will stay at our house. He is the future son-in-law of this house. I want to fulfill all my wishes for him."

Ramen loved his only son-in-law. He was the son of Saima Phaphu and Rabil's fiance for the past one year. That is why he was given a special protocol with future sons-in-law. Rabil smiled and saw the mischievous faces of Rida and Shaza. Both of them were his twin sisters. Less than a year.

"Just stop cooking imaginary soup and go to college with dignity."

Both of them were amused at his very hot comment while suppressing his smile. In a black abaya and a black hijab, she was shining in the dawn. There was soft mischief in his deep brown eyes and his lips were very slow to smile.

"Rabi always does the same with us. Whenever the mood is good, she makes the whole mood dreamy with her bold words."

"This is also a talent."

He smiled and put the glass of juice and stood up putting the bag on his shoulder.

"Rabel. How long will you come?"

"Me. Why? On my own time."

She who was about to leave stopped at Ramen's question.

"Son, come home quickly. Your henna dress has not been sewn yet and the tailor has to measure you. And Shaza was telling me that your preparations for marriage are also incomplete!"

He took a deep breath.

"Mother, I have already told you that I don't have time to go round the bazaars right now. You take Shaza with you, mine and her size are exactly the same. And the shoe will also be brought as per your choice. Because the shoe size of all three of us is the same."

He had solved the problem in a pinch. Ramin took a deep breath.

"Your touch is coming. Be prepared, you. Look at the girls, what are they doing for their in-laws, and you are one of them, Robi."

A shadow waved over his face. Was the discussion going back to the same direction that always hurt him? At one point, Abid also looked at him with his face raised.

"Me. What else should I prepare, mother? I have everything."

"But this dupatta of yours. I am very confused by it. Everything is fine as far as praying the Quran, Rabel, but why is there such a need to be so extreme? Just last month, when you saw your picture, Saima, you were the most upset. Earlier, I had asked him why he has tied this dupatta on his head. Then I avoided the matter, but now what will you do? How will you answer their questions now?"

In the morning, he knew why his heart was beginning to feel strange with these words. He had started going to madrassa only a few months ago during the holidays after his inter exams. Then she did not wear hijab, but from last month she started wearing hijab. And now she was getting tired of giving answers to her family members every time they called. He told them that this is the order of Allah. Bus.. Full stop. After this, there is no room for any other interpretation. But they did not understand. And there are some people who never understand.

"Mom, I've told you before and I'll say it again now that the hijab is now part of my dress code. I've taken it for whatever reason, but I can't take it off my head anymore. I'm not that." Mom can do it."

At the end, I don't know why, his voice trembled.

"Yes, what happened if you leave. How many girls have I seen. They take hijab or niqab and go back to their normal routine. You are the only one who is becoming so extreme."

His heart trembled at their words. Was she able to take off the order of the Lord once? Could she do it! Could she anger Allah for the sake of people's happiness? He held back his tears with great restraint.

"Mom. I don't know why the girls who leave with the hijab do so. Maybe they are fascinated by the hijab or for some reason they put it on themselves, but I. Mom, it's only Allah." And for me, there can be no other reason bigger than this reason."

"So, Robi, why are you going to such an extreme? Does anyone in our family take this hijab and what ever? No, you should also go along with us to build your own one-and-a-half-brick mosque."

When Shaza said angrily, he was deeply hurt to know why. How many times had she discussed this topic with him in the last month. They had understood. But I don't know why, at the end of this discussion, his heart was always wounded.