There was lively hustle and bustle in Mirza Saheb’s mansion, as his wife was going to give birth his fourth child ; the couple was already parents of three daughters, whereas Mirza’s mother was praying for a boy who could be the heir of their fortune . Mirza’s mother was a desperate lady , like every woman around ,so keen about the existence of survival if there would be a son , who may equal to three daughters.

Mirza’s wife has labor pains , tears were trickling down her thin cheeks as she was praying for a son in that laborious phase of her life. The lady doctor and her female staff were all on their toes , as there was a problem in the case ; Mirza’s wife was quite weak and there were apprehensions in air that she might not survive , that complication was told to Mirza and his mother and they proved as ruthless souls that Mirza’s mother declared that for her family ,the child’s survival was far important than mother’s life. Mirza was like a numbed puppet just nodded his head in his consent .

Mirza’s married life span was for ten years and n a jerk , he was agreed to show his consent that his wife was just an instrument to carry his sperms in her womb for nine months and blessed his family with the birth of Mirza’s offspring.

The moment arrived when Mirza’s wife gave birth to a beautiful, healthy son but she died ; as complications were so fiercely problematic . Everybody was over joyous except those three little girls who were silently shedding tears on the demise of their beloved mother.

By the end of the day , at the time of Asar prayer, MIrza’s wife was clad in the coffin and buried in the graveyard. But there was a queer silence in the family, the happy news was no more remained as joyous as it was dispersed a few hours ago.

We can all argue about gender all day, but do not refuse to forget about biology in this matter. We are mammals, and we are born eithe male, female, or intersex (which is really just a mixture of the two). Yes, our minds allow us to transcend gender and consider ourselves one or the other, or both or neither, despite our biological composition. Though, most people will assume that they are born in a viking family before they guess that they are trans, so that's good.

Being transgender is independent of sexual orientation: transgender people may identify as heterosexual, homosexual, bisexual, asexual, etc., or may consider conventional sexual orientation labels inadequate or inapplicable. The term transgender can also be distinguished from intersex, a term that describes people born with physical sex characteristics "that do not fit typical binary notions of male or female bodies.”

The degree to which individuals feel genuine, authentic, and comfortable within their external appearance and accept their genuine identity has been called transgender congruence. Many transgender people experience gender dysphoria, and some seek medical treatments such as hormone replacement therapy, sex reassignment surgery, or psychotherapy. Not all transgender people desire these treatments, and some cannot undergo them for financial or medical reasons.

Mirza’s wife was buried under heaps of sod , the three girls were tired and hungry , soon they were fed by their nanny who directed them later to bed. The undefined silence ingested happiness of Mirza’s mansion; his mother was whining for something like a curse on the family ; Mirza was as quiet as he was dead.

‘What a disgrace to the family , it had not occurred in our family tree from generation to generation, what sin your wife had left Mirza , I am so upset, what can we do t o save our family out of this disgrace?’

Mirza remained quiet as he was at the time of his consent to save the child the first than his wife; he realized that his selfishness had brought that distasteful agony to his family as Mirza’s fourth child was a transgender baby.

It was pathetically so disrespectful to Mirza's  family ,

' What to do with this blob of mud?'

'What may I say Amma Jan , you took the decision to save the life of the child and now you may produce a verdict to strangle this newly born life ; I have no idea,' Mirza seemed remorseful.

Mirza's mother was reckless and ruthless , in the darkness of the night ,she asked one of her faithful servant to throw that innocent life on heap of garbage; Mirza came to know about his mother's decision and he felt goosebumps ; he stopped his servant and gave him a handful handsome amount to take his child somewhere rather than to throw over heap of garbage.