One day, one of my mother's cousins visited our home with her child. She wasn't the first cousin.
She was married to a wealthy family in the village. After her marriage, she found weapons in that house. She asked what these were. They said it was their business. At first, she thought they might have made these to sell, but later, she understood that they actually do robberies, and that's their business.
She came back to her parents' house and got divorced. Now her parents are gone, and she has to live with her brothers. Because traditionally, in Bangladesh villages, women don't get the land. Either the brothers took it or the husband. Sometimes, they get a little portion of the payment, sometimes not. Even that payment goes to the husband; they actually don't get anything.
So, my aunt didn't get anything. Now, she wanted her son to be educated. My mother asked them to come, or she came by herself, I didn't know. My mom appointed a teacher to teach the son some lessons so that he could be qualified anywhere to be admitted. Like all other kids, the son didn't want to study, so he told the teacher to go away and lie that my mother asked him not to give a lesson today. After a couple of days, the son got caught, and obviously, my mom didn't like that attitude.
Later, my mother admitted him to a madrasa (a religious school) and paid for him. It was a boarding school so he could live and get an education.
For all these processes, my aunt lived with us for a couple of days. I remember that Ramadan came. I always woke up late at night, warmed up all the food, and then called everyone to get up and eat. My aunt also used to get up early and work with me. She used to make a tomato salad.
She finely cut the tomatoes and onions, crushed dry red chillies, and finally mixed the well with salt. I was looking at her work when she said, "Don't you like the way I am making it? Won't you eat it?" I said, "No, no, I like salad."
That's true. She made it very tasty.
I don't know why my mother got angry with her later. My mother doesn't have any filter in her thoughts or mouth. Whatever someone says to her, especially from her parents' home, she will believe and act very badly. In most cases, I think people were not as faulty as she thought.
My aunt never came back to our house. I heard that her son continued studying. I hope they are all good now. But even now, I sometimes make tomato salad like she did. It's good.