Contest Alert:1 Picture 1 Story week # 40

hello dear steemit friends😊...!
Assalam o Alaikum, how are you all? Alhamdulillah! I am doing well by the grace of Allah. I pray that everyone else is also in good health and experiencing success and happiness in your life. First of all thank you so much @subhooi for organizing this contest. This contest is amazing. One picture one story enhance in creative writing✍️. When you see picture and write a complete story it make you unique writer.So thank you stemmit for providing such articles. I am willing to discuss with you related to this topic so let’s start without further ado.

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This picture is of me and my one and only brother👨 of Faizan. this picture is captured recently when my cousin was going to marry as I shared with you in m another post recently.Here I want to discuss about the story behind this love attachment even I have my sisters but still I used to share about my brother always.
Almost 13 year back when I was 3 year old. All my friends have their brother when we go out for playing games🏸🏏 in the evening they come along with their brother. I used to live sad that I have no brother. My father adopt my uncle’s son and he was brother according to blood hood relation. But reality was different he didn’t accept us as a sister. He never used to play with me he was too much elder than me but he didn’t go with me to park. One day I insist do some childish activity he slapped me. I start crying and the only thing which I was saying “demanding and praying a brother to Allah”.
In 2009 finally my own brother👶 my life come into this world. He was very cute. From that day I didn’t feel that I am alone. He is always with me as my strength. His love make me strong.
It was not terrible to my elder brother who is adopted. My father studied him and when he reached at good post he left us. He go back to his own father. We always treat him as brother but he didn’t. sometime my mother called him he didn’t even picked over call.my father is heart patient but he didn’t ask about his health and when his own father got accident he come back from abroad. This difference between real and fake relations.
My brother always loved me. We played together we eat🍽️ together. This picture reflect how we are close with each other. When my rest family see us they felt jealous and said when you got married it all will become difficult for you.

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I just discuss it here because sometime we left our siblings and parents just because of other but people used us. Nobody is sincere with us, they just used us for their own benefits.so be sincere with yourself. Getup from these dreams.

𝕀𝕟𝕧𝕚𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟

I invite my three friends to participate in this contest :
@Samavia-doll
@aliraza51214
@hammad-historian

It’s all about my story. I hope you like it and you will learn with story. See you in the next contest with new story.
May Allah bless you🤲.
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Regards: @sobiawan