The emotions of gratitude remains the same this day. Being a single mother with the trauma of having lived with an abusive husband in Bombay wasn& #39;t an easy job. Played dual roles of that of a mother and a father. Made ends meet but provided the best of education and conveniences.

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One more short story about the mother https://twitter.com/babaglocal/status/1100653413803659264?s=21">https://twitter.com/babagloca... https://twitter.com/babaglocal/status/1100653413803659264">https://twitter.com/babagloca...

The Musalman mother and Joey. She (hesitatingly but eventually) gave up religious dogma over basic empathy.

From despising him, to becoming best friends with him and picking up his poop everyday.

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The mother, Fatima Sheikh, shares her full name with a certain someone from the past. Makes sense.