People Laughed at Our Mud House, but What We Built Later Made the Whole Village Envious
Growing up, I always felt the weight of shame every time someone mentioned our home. It was a shaky mud house with cracked walls, patched holes, and an old leaking roof that couldn’t survive a heavy night of rain.
When visitors came, we all silently prayed they wouldn’t judge us, but the whispers and laughter from the village always found their way to our ears. Some people even used our home as an example when warning their children: “If you don’t work hard, you will end up like that family.” As painful as it was, we learned to live with humiliation.
But everything reached breaking point one stormy evening. Strong winds tore off a huge part of the roof, and rain poured inside freely. I watched my mother cry as we moved our few belongings to a dry corner. READ MORE
