“My best friend and I have been friends since school. We loved each other a lot. My parents used to love her as much as they loved me. You could say we are sisters in a way. Her parents were very strict. When she failed her HSC exams, her father threw her out of the house and told her to make a living on her own. At a loss, she took shelter at my house. That night, there was enough food for just one person. Upon hearing that she would be staying at our place, I quickly cooked rice. It wasn’t properly cooked. I realized this when she was eating and drops of tears were rolling down her cheeks. At first, I thought it was because of her parents but she told me later that even after a day of hard work, I had the energy to cook for her and that she does not know how she would repay me for the love that I had for her. She decided to go to Dhaka and find work to make a living. My parents helped her pack her things as they would have, for me. I got married a little later.
My husband was doing very well professionally. He owned a shop at Bashundhara City. We had a beautiful daughter. However, his professional bliss did not reflect in our personal lives. He had an affair with another woman. I had complained several times to the shop owners committee but nothing had happened. For the sake of my child, I stayed in the marriage and played along with the sham. Everyone knew the truth about our marriage. My husband barely kept anything a secret. Often when I would set out to look for him, his friends would take pity on me and say I would be very successful one day. My husband cared lesser by the day. I shared the truth about my marriage with my best friend. She wanted to help in every way she possible. She even offered to give my husband 3 lac Taka if he promised to change. I told my friend to lend me 1 lac Taka instead so that I could start a business of my own. Alone, with my daughter, in a city I knew nothing about, I worked day and night to make a living. I rented this place and opened a tailor shop. During the day I took orders for clothes. At night I would make baskets and other things to sell. My first big order was for school uniforms. I earned about 30,000 Taka from that order. I never had to look back ever since.”