Hello Phulan, Shabanu, and Sharma. I am writing this blog to tell you how to be a proper women in Pakistan. Me and Sharma have lived with this our entire life and gone our diffrent paths but I would like to tell you a little bit of my life before this and also what I pradict will happen for you two girls. When I was a little younger than Shabanu I had dreams. Living in Multan I lived in a harsh society. Unlike Shabanu I was not aloud to go outside without my Burqua and In my home I had to always wear my Hijab.  My father was much more strict than your daddy. He had the worst temper and If my mother did not due her daily cleaning he would beat her. My mother was so shy and hardly ever talked. I wanted bigger better things than both of there lives and I wanted to move to Iran. My father was furious when I told him and quickly arranged a marriage with me and your father. Dadies father and my father both worked at the same market. Your father bought me and we moved to the Cholistan desert. I was happy for a long time but when I was about 18 I felt unfulfilled. I told your dadi that I wanted to move to Iran with him and he agreed with a lot of begging. We packed are things and we almost left. Then I realized what would happen if I moved to Iran. My life would be even harder. Men would be more dreadful and things would be much more expensive. We decided to stay in Cholistan. I had Phulan and then Shabanu. I made this to show you that dreams are important for your mind but if you let them get the best of you your life will be miserable. I hope and dream that you will live a good life with the landlord Shabanu, and Phulan with Murad. I know that both of you are very smart girls but I thought it be necessary to tell you of my life.