Everyone is happy in the new year except me. Because,my family is not with me.I have been living abroad for eight years away from my family.
Leaving the family is a lot of trouble.
Every moment makes me muddy.
My roommate is going back home today .I feel very helpless today .Last afternoon I sat on a park bench and wanted to go back to my old days with tears in my eyes.Let the old memories of that day haunt my eyes.For a moment it seemed as if I had left my childhood.
The time was 1971 when my father was a prisoner in Karachi, Delhi.At that time we were in a miserable condition.My mother used to spend her days with our two brothers with great difficulty .My mother called me and my elder brother and said that from today you will go to madrasa and study.But I did not pay much attention to my studies.After a while I stopped going to the madrasa and cultivated our 50 bighas of land to produce crops and raise animals.Mom didn't like it at all.In this situation there was no one to look after the land.Big brother loves to study, he doesn't like to cultivate land at all because he wants to work in the army like his father when he grows up.One day there was no rice in the house. Mother is sitting on a plate with some rice. Then I lie to my elder brother and mother. We are eating from my grandmother. You eat this rice, mother. When the mother found out about this, her eyes filled with tears.Mom is very proud of our two brothers.Because we acted like mom. A few days later the elder brother (Quddus) went to the madrasa. Then I started staying with my mother . I never quarreled with anyone, I always helped my mother at work.Mother called and said Siddik went to the market with this bucket full of milk and sold it.Then I went to the market and handed over the money to my mother when I returned from the market.My mother gave me courage and hugged me.
A few days later, when the harvest was taken home, our shortage was alleviated.Thus our days began to pass.
Everyone gave up hope of Dad's return except for Mom. She believed that Dad would come back one day.After the war of independence, my father returned to Bangladesh.Everyone is surprised to see the father. Mom saw Dad and started crying.Hundreds of complaints reveal who is in her tears.Then my father called me and hugged me and asked me why you dropped out of school. I did not have the answer to this, so I could not answer my father. I was just looking at my father's face. I want to say a lot but nothing is coming out of my mouth.When the brother heard that our father was coming, he ran home from the madrasa.Then he started sobbing.Then he hugged brother (Quddus) too.Father greets his parents.
Then Dad started telling everyone about his days in Karachi.None of those who were locked up were tortured. Rather everyone has been kept with care.
Then Dad washed his hands and feet and we all sat down to eat together.Then we all spend a lot of time together.
Suddenly someone will come and call me and say: Why are you sitting here alone? It's evening. Go back home. Then I went from imagination to reality again.I came back to the room. First I was fresh then I kept chatting on the phone with my wife.I feel a little relieved to talk to the family.
Then I went back to bed and went back to my old days...