Friendship in childhood

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The Lost Childhood

The Lost Childhood:

 I return home after school closure. I take a bath, finish eating, then sleep. At 4.00 pm, my mother used to return from the madrasa. During the Azan of Asr, my mother used to wake me up. Then a little sport. Understand the city environment.

                                                                   

Anyway, I would sit down to read in the evening, until 10.00 pm. After reading all the books, then eating dinner.                                                                         

We, brothers and sisters, ate together.

Then we would go to sleep together.

Daily routine barrier school. A small school bag. And that was my daily companion.

However, like the present time, we did not have to go to school with a few kg of book back full of bags.

Only 6/7 books counted in hand.

The time of the first school life was really sweet and captivating. The time of childhood with thousands of memories. Which is gone and never found again. No one gets it back.

Kushtia's Central Jame Mosque was next to the house. I used to go to this mosque to pray occasionally. Then I was a small man, my parents would not be so stressed to pray. I read at my own will.

Sometimes I would go to the mosque to offer Maghrib prayers to avoid studying. I would return home a little late.

If I could never prepare to read, I would go to the mosque to pray Esha for fear of my mother.

Because if I don't read, my mother will beat me.

My parents would never stop me from praying.

My parents never objected me to pray.

Main Road is a little away from our home. Whose name is NS Road. The market next to the road.

There were two bakeries in front of the mosque. At that time two bakery named Shaheen and Standard was very famous.

My grandfather, including his bodyguard, used to come to those bakeries occasionally.

If someone came and told me, I saw your nan in that bakery.

Leaving reading, I would run to Bakery one. For meeting Nana.

Nana used to tell me what to eat?

I used to say, chocolate, cake, gum.

Nana used to buy me chocolate, cake, gum,

In the hand of food, I would happily return home.

Nana is remembered from time to time. It's been many years, Nani is dead. Nana died a few years later.

Now don’t tell that story. However, I was a very dear grandson of my grandparents ( Nana and Nani).

Because I was the big grandson. Big daughter's eldest son. The eldest grandson of the clan.

"I am a human being, with feelings and emotions and scars and flaws, just like anyone else."........... Josh Gordon

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Childhood is the best part of the life

 

The school of life :

When I was old enough to go to school, I was admitted to Kushtia Mission School. Baby class. The school is  famous in Kushtia.

Then to me the environment of the school means a new environment. At first I was a little scared. Keep quiet.

Not talking to anyone, not hanging out with anyone, etc.

As a few days went by, everything started to be normal again. I also got a few friends.

Video of a childhood:

                                            

The school rules were very strict. For example, you can't talk to school girls. Can't play with them. No mischief can be done. Much more.

The school is a really good school and  the famous school of Kushtia. Even after so many years, the school has kept his reputation intact.

I used to go to school every day at 6.30 am, because the school class started at 7.00 am and closed at 12.00 pm. I used to go to school with my father. When the school was closed I would walk back home alone. The school was 1 km away from our house.

So there was no problem in traveling. Many memories of this mission school are still locked in the heart.

I do not know, how are the classmates now? Where are they? However, I found 6 girls and 1 friend, many years later through Facebook.

I will not go there now. I will talk about this later.

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One year later my younger brother was admitted to that school. We two brothers would go to school together.

Every year there were different types of sports competition and cultural programs in school.

Most students used to take part in competition.

Our school song teacher was, really beautiful. I don't know why, everyone in the class liked her very much. Especially me.

She spoke very nicely and sang very well. The throat of his song is excellent.

Her face was attractive above everything.

1. “The word of God is the medicine of the heart.” – Imam Ali (ra)

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Childhood- Episode-2

 

Going  to school in childhood, starting with the mother's hand. My mother used to take me with her when she went to madrasa. I wasn't too old to go to school then. I used to go to madrasa, but I didn't like sitting in any class. When my mother took that class, I used to sit in that class. The girls in the class called me. I used to sit next to them. They would give me chocolates. When school was over, I would go back home with my mother. Mother used to say, school to understand the environment, he took her with me. In the afternoon I would go to play on the college field with 4/5 friends, sometimes on the river bank. Sitting  down to read the rules in the evening. On the day when it was not read, my mother used to beat me. Where are those days today? Alas! Those days are no more today, neither is mother. The days are lost in the pages of memory and the mother is lost in the sky. As I was writing, I remembered my mother, along with the song "MAA" written by Prince mahamud and sung by James Bhai. Anyway, don't go there.

 

Everything changes over time, a lot is lost.

1. “He who comes to take the love of God can have no taste for the love of the world.” – Abu Bakr Siddique (ra).

 

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Hi World

My birth and identity:

 

I was born on 10.09.1976. Al though it is the age of the certificate. The actual age, has been pressed to the weight of the certificate. Yet he has to be raised because age is never a matter of hiding. And the real one can never be kept with a fake. In 12.05.1973, I was born in my grandfather's house in Thanapara, Kushtia district in Bangladesh.

 

My mother's name is Late Nasima Akhtar, father Sheikh Syed Ahmed. We are three brothers and one sister. I am the first child of my parents. The history of the unbearable pain of a mother involved in the birth of an child. Mother's debt of 10 months 10 days of pregnancy is never possible to repay. So my thousand greetings to that pregnant mother. I am blessed to be born in the womb of my mother.

 

Thousands of memories left in childhood: Childhood is a strange time. At this time, everything seems to go away very quickly, lost. Only a bunch of memories are left in the corner of the mind. And life means carrying that memory to death. How happy the memories of childhood were. How sweet, the days painted in thousands of colors. Ah what a joy! Now I think, if I could go back to childhood again! Then I would not return. That is no longer possible. I spent my childhood in my city. Grandfather's house is 1 km away from grandfather's house. Nana and Dada spent their days together at home. Dad was a government employee. The mother was a teacher at the Afsar Uddin Memorial Girls' Madrasa. I had 6 aunts. Father alone, he had no brothers. 3 aunts were married, and 3 aunts, grandparents lived with us. Those moments full of sorrow and joy. I was thrilled to remember it. Not going to school with abdominal pain. Spending  time wandering the streets in the name of going to school. How much I cheated. And the gang of naughty boys looted in the river Gorai. Play football on a muddy field on a rainy afternoon. Mud all over the body and bathing in the pond in the evening, ah what fun! 

 

                

  

           Beware of jealousy for verily it destroys good deeds the way fire destroys wood.

           Prophet Muhammad (Saw).

           

 

 

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My Life History

 I am a very ordinary person. I don't have the skills and experience to write a life history. Still, I started writing in my mind. When I write about my life, I think again and again, where to start. How to write. I will try to write one episode at a time step by step. Life is not a day or two that will end with the writing of two pens. Not even a few memories of childhood, adolescence or youthful insanity. Life is not just about acquiring knowledge, work, marriage and family. They are just one step in life. Combining these stages of life is a complete life. And the name of realizing this full life is life. Those who can recognize and understand life are successful in life.

Sitting down to write my own life history, it seems to me that there is no more difficult task in the world. Anyway, at least I didn't go down without explaining myself first.

 

 

 

O my God, it's been a long night writing. Not today. The next day, let's start again.

Thanks again to everyone for bothering to read this writing of mine.

 

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