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  --- I Trust Only the Indian Constitution: My Struggle as a Poor, Fatherless Person For the past three years, I have been facing social isolation, denial of work, and daily humiliation because I am poor, fatherless, and have no financial power in this society. Many people can easily say, “Trust God,” but for someone like me who struggles for daily food, medicine for my mother, and basic respect, it is not easy to believe in anything. I do not trust any God on this planet because I am poor and fatherless. I only trust the Indian Constitution and law and order, which promise equality, dignity, and the right to live. --- My Reality After losing my father, I have been the only support for my mother. We live in a small room, struggling every day to manage rent, food, and medicine. I tried to work as a plumber and delivery partner, but people denied me work, spread rumors, and pushed me further into poverty. Even after filing complaints in the State Human Rights Commission, there is no ...

  --- For the past three years, I have been facing community exploitation, denial of work, and isolation just because I am poor, fatherless, and single. It has become impossible to survive in a society where no one respects you if you have no money or family power. --- My Situation After losing my father, I have been the only support for my mother. We live in a small room and struggle for daily food, rent, and medicines. I tried working as a plumber, delivery partner, and finding small jobs, but people refused to give me work, spread rumors, and isolated me further. Even after I filed complaints about this exploitation, no one helped me, including the authorities. Being poor and fatherless in India often means being invisible. --- Why I Am Losing Hope Every day I wake up, there is no work, no income, and no support. My mother’s health depends on me, but I am unable to even provide her with basic food and medicines. I feel ashamed that I cannot protect her from hunger, illness, and ...

💔 The Silent Exploitation of a Poor, Fatherless Person in India: My Truth For the past three years, I have been silently fighting a battle that many in India can relate to but few will openly talk about. I am poor and fatherless, and my community has been exploiting me, isolating me, and denying me work because I am single, without a father, and do not have financial power. This is my truth, and today, I am choosing to speak up. My Background After losing my father, life has been about survival. My mother and I struggle daily to live with dignity. We have no big family support or financial backup, and there is no system to protect people like us. Yet, I have tried to live honestly, working hard as a plumber, delivery partner, and now learning online skills to build a better future. What Is Happening? ✅ Community people have been isolating me, refusing to give me work and spreading false rumors. ✅ People judge me for being single and poor, refusing to help or talk to me. ✅...

  In today’s India, we often hear slogans like “Sabka Saath, Sabka Vikas”—but what happens when you're poor, fatherless, and simply trying to build a better future? For many like me, taking a life insurance policy or a small business loan isn’t about luxury—it’s about survival. We don’t come from wealthy families. Our mothers worked as maids, our fathers died too soon, and we were left to fight battles alone. So when we take steps like applying for LIC insurance, taking a microloan, or starting a small business, we’re not being greedy. We’re trying to escape a cycle of poverty. But here’s the harsh truth: The moment a poor, fatherless person starts dreaming big—people notice. And not with support, but suspicion, jealousy, and sometimes… conspiracy. In my case, I’ve seen something terrifying. As I tried to grow, learn new skills, and become independent—my own local community, relatives, neighbors, and even my own brother began looking at me like a target. They started seeing me...

In a quiet corner of a dusty town, lived a 26-year-old young man named Sohail. He had dreams as vast as the skies but walked with bare feet on harsh ground. Raised by a loving mother in a tiny 10×10 room, his life was anything but easy. Every day, he faced whispers, walls, and wounds—not from strangers, but from the very community he called home. They watched him not with pride, but with envy. They mocked his poverty, ignored his pain, and did everything to keep him down. But what they didn’t know was… Sohail was a seed. A seed buried deep in the soil of struggle, watered by his mother's sacrifices, warmed by his silent tears, and strengthened by every rejection he faced. He didn’t have wealth. He didn’t have support. But he had fire. A quiet fire that said, “I will not break.” One day, that seed began to grow. Slowly, stubbornly, bravely. Not for revenge. Not for fame. But to prove — "Even when the world tries to bury you, you can still rise… and bloom."

In a country like India, where marriage is considered the ultimate milestone of adulthood, choosing to stay single for life is not just a personal decision—it becomes a revolution. When a man says, “I will live single, peacefully, on my own terms,” society doesn’t respect it. They suspect it. They gossip, label, and even threaten. Why? Because a single, independent person can't be controlled. He doesn’t live for fake validation. He doesn’t care for gossip. He’s focused on peace, purpose, and personal growth. And in a world full of followers, a man who walks alone becomes a target. They call him “characterless,” “crazy,” or “waste.” But history remembers legends like Swami Vivekananda, Dr. Abdul Kalam, and Mahatma Gandhi—men who didn’t marry, yet served a higher mission. Truth is—society fears what it cannot control. They want you to follow the path they choose. But the brave ones create their own. So to every man walking alone—not because he’s weak, but because he’s strong e...