Panic, part-2
Many people outside the shop are looking at me curiously. Some are ready to fight. Someone is swearing in an inaudible language.
Joddin said, "-Opriyo, today you have to prove how our Prophet is?" Louis was?
I said, -click on this religious comic 2. Verses are clearly written there.
Joddin called Riser and said, - Riser, bring your laptop to Opriyo's shop. Get a little faster and put the phone down.
Raiser arrived within five minutes, opened his laptop and turned on the net. Click on Dharmakari link. At first, Raisar, Abul, Jashed, Rappi, Raju said in unison, "Allah Allah, what are these!"
Jashed said angrily, -turn off this laptop! I can not see them!
Joddin said, it must be a conspiracy of the Jewish Nazarenes. They have opened this religious web site to destroy our Islam.
I said, - Joddin Bro, the same statement is found in the two-part book of "Taslima Nasrin", so I opened the two-part book of Taslima. They blinked towards the end of the two-part book, "Paraloukik Mulo".
Rappi said with great disdain, - Taslima is a prostitute! He told women to stand up like men, marry three or four times.
I immediately said to the Rabbi, -Taslima said in which of his books that the women should stand up and pray? Which book said women to marry three or four?
Raiser said, - Drop it! Say what is written on this Opriyo Facebook!
Joddin said, "-Look at her post with the picture of three girls wearing hijab."
Raiser continues to read – "I say to girls wearing hijab, studies and education did not come for you. Is it necessary to come to school and skip class in the name of praying? Rather sit at home and pray 5 times a day, recite the Quran, and like the Prophet so that..Get a husband and pray to God Almighty. He will fulfill your desires. Surely Allah is great!"
Raiser smiled and said, - Opriyo has written very beautifully. Why are you doing it?
Joddin placed his fingers on the laptop screen and said, - Read this line carefully.
Riser's line reads –
And like the Prophet, so that "Luichchaya" (womanizer) get a husband, call upon the Almighty Allah with devotion…
Without finishing reading, Raiser grabbed my shirt collar and said, -"What did Motherfucker say to my Prophet?"
Joddin, Rappi, Abul said, -Raisa's brother, let him go.
They overtake Riser. i am silent
Rappi said, - I am surprised by your courage! We will understand those who are angry with you. There is still time for you to admit your mistake and apologize to everyone.
- I'm quiet.
Screaming outside. A mess of people. After some time my shop owner Harunur Rashid came. He went to Saudi Arabia for Hajj 3 years ago. So the people of the area call him Haji Saab. After he arrives Rappi, Abul, Joddin, Jashed, Raiser, Raju, leave the shop. He came and said to everyone in front of the shop, - I will not listen to you, I will be sure first what the opriyo has said or not said. Because as far as I know he doesn't lie.
Haji Harun came inside the shop and said to me, - Well, what they are saying is right?
I said, - What?
Harun said, - You left our prophet on the Internet as Louischha (womanizer)?
I said, - I did not leave it on the Internet, I wrote it on my Facebook wall.
He came and punched me hard on the head. The head is throbbing with severe pain. At that time, I wanted to anger everyone with a ramada! I said to myself, control yourself, unloved control. Do not worry, it is not the ideal of atheism!
Harunur Rashid began to say loudly, - Our prophet is the prophet of the world. Nowhere else in the world was a kind person like our Prophet. Allah revealed the Qur'an to the Prophet alone. How dare you call the prophet characterless? America, Russia, China, India, France, Germany, Australia, even they do not have the courage to insult our Prophet. Even they obey our Prophet. Who dare you say that?
His roar made my body tremble. i am silent
He also says, -"opriyo, you put your hand in a touchy place."
After some time, the uncle of the tailoring shop next to me came and said to Mr. Harun, - There is no use in telling him these things. I have been arguing with him about this for a long time. This person is an atheist. No Allah believes in God. I have never seen agar lamps lit in the evening in shops. Tagore did not keep any picture of the deity. I have never even seen a cash prostrate after opening a shop. This boy is very rude. Convincing him is futile.
At this time Joddin, the raiser, came and said to Zamindar Haroon, "Uncle and we have told many times that the Koran is a fabrication of the Prophet." God is also made a prophet.
Mr. Harun said, -what?
Jashed said, - He often tells us this.
Mr. Harun shook his head and started saying, - No, this boy cannot be kept in the area anymore.
Arif from Easyload shop, who is like my friend. Wherever he saw, he used to talk to me. He came and said, - What is so much talk? Who will say that if this Hindu's child is left with its throat cut on the street like a dog?
Mannan, though he is ten years older than me. What happened to his wife, did his wife insult him. He used to come and share everything with me. That made me owe things. When his wife cooked Khasir Biryani, she would send it for me. I still get fifteen thousand rupees due from Mannan. He came and said to Mr. Harun, - Now if someone cuts the opriyo, we cannot stop them. Because it is our religious responsibility in Islam not to obstruct.
After some time, the imam of another neighborhood mosque and the commissioner came. They entered the shop and said, -"You apologise."
i am silent I say in my heart, I will not ask for forgiveness. I have to die, I will die here.
Imam Saheb slapped me saying why don't you talk to the child of a whore.
The uncle of the tailoring shop said, - He will die, but he will not apologize. I know him. I know how strong his anger is. His head is very high! He does not bow easily! Even if you kill him, he will not apologize. Atheists are like that.
At that time, Harun called a gentleman he knew. I told him everything about me. And asked him, now should this opriyo be punished?
The gentleman said, -"Look, Mr. Harun, when he left the Prophet saying, 'Ye... May Allah judge him. Allah will destroy him. Why do you share the sin by judging him? Allah has placed the place of this disbeliever in Hell. Leave him, Allah will judge him.
Then Mr. Harun called my father and said, - Grandpa, come to the shop a little sooner. Your son has a problem.
My Father came. Crowd of people in front of the shop. The crowd pushed and father said to me, - What happened?
i am silent.
Mr. Haroon explains everything. He said to the father, - These people have come to kill your son. What will you do now?
The father begs for forgiveness from everyone by forcing his hands one by one, - I apologize to all of you on behalf of my son. Please forgive my son.
Mr. Harun said, - This is the son of your Kulanga. For which you have to apologize. Then Harun said, all of you go, it is time for prayer. go to mosque.
One by one, people started to decrease. Harun said to the father, - take your son in the meantime.
My younger brother told me, -you go home quickly. I am closing the shop.
I went home with my father. Home and my shop are very close. One minute away!
Father came and said to mother, -they will come to slaughter your son. They have now gone to pray.
Mother was surprised and said to father, - Why, what happened?
- Your son called the Prophet of the Muslims womanizer. They would have killed him today. He could not kill because he was a Mr. Harun.
Saying "Mother and God" he sat on the table with his hands on his head.
My younger brother came home and said, -"Let's go out quickly." They will pray and come home. This is being discussed in the mosque.
I said, - I will not go!
Father said to me, - O father! This is not the time to be complacent. Have we ever told you that you never take a bath in the morning and do the prostration? You do not wear Anjali in the puja, have you ever forced? You do not bow down to clay idols, have you ever been forced to bow down? I force you today, you run away! They are Muslim. They will kill you! Father cried a lot.
Without thinking anything else, I left the room with my younger brother. While going, I saw Jashed's father, Mannan and Abul on the road. Nobody said anything. Just glared at me. I took a rickshaw from in front of the school. I said, run quickly! The fear of the chest feels great. The rickshaw driver came to the main road and said, - Where are you going?
I said, "-Run, run, run!" Drive to Agrabad...
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