Great Family Tragedy  

i was born at my mothers place,my mom and Dad were not together, but even though they had a fight they were not divorced. When i was born, my dad was not with me, he was in a different country. I was brought from my mom's place, as my dad was the dominant one, and they also got divorced. I did not like my dads family. I missed my mom;but then i started to hate her, and did not like my dad either. So i was the child who did not got along with most of my family. My brother and other children of my age did not like me, as they thought of me to be an outsider, as I came form my mom's house at age of 1.

But But But.... time passed I started to like the family, some family conflicts occurred, me ad my brother had to live alone when I was like only 9 (i think) and my brother was (12). He use to beat me up, in front of everyone; there was no one to stop him, he even broke my finger. I never complaint to dad because i was told by my aunt that it is not nice to complain to dad, as he would be angry at my brother. I use to love my aunts and everyone so I always use to listen to them.

Then i met my dad for the first time, at the age of 12-13, he did not have the best of impression, and he shouted at my brother when he came, so i just thought of him to be bad and i hated him for a certain time. the time passed by, it was all going just like before after dad left for UK again.

Everything changed, when me and my brother came to England from Pakistan, we could not speak English, one of the biggest weakness we had, but I learnt English fluently in 6 months of school only, we had good time as we use to fight and be happy again every day. it was like a normal routine. i started to understand my dad more and got to know, that he was never the evil person in my life, it was those people who made him look evil. That was the time i realised that unless you actually physically know someone, you should not judge them based on other peoples opinions about that person.