My wife's name is Akifa. She is not a Bangladeshi, a Pakistani girl. You do not know Bengali properly, trying to say Bangla, but the pronunciation is not correct. I did not try too much to teach him Bangla language. Always talk to him in English or Urdu. I was introduced to him seven years after I arrived in New Zealand, my misfortune was in my side as if there were iron with a magnetic power. Nowadays his uncle will come to Bangladesh. People of this country will see. But I want to come to the country at all. The day I left the country and went abroad, I promised that I would never return to the country. But Akief was so much compelling that I had to agree to come to the country to break my promise 10 years ago.
Akeef is packing his daily necessities and clothes. Today the girl looks like a happy man. Because of the fact that for the past two years he took the pledge that he started going to be real today. I will go with her from New Zealand to Bangladesh tonight. I do not hate the country that I was born in, the country where I was born, the soil of the country, the mother of the water, and my childhood in the water mud. I am not as a traitor to hate the country that I spoke to today as the mother said. But towards the country, the people of the country have a huff of pride. So I did not want to return to the country. Besides, I have no one in the country, my parents have been there for many years. Two sisters were not even aware of where they are today. When I left the country in New Zealand, they lived in Jordan. Can not tell the news at the moment because of no communication. But they may be in Bangladesh now, it is my belief. When I was in the country's mind, Akifa kept my hand on my shoulder and said, "What you think". I saw him a little while, I had read the blue sari that I had given him during the Eid last year, has done a long haircut in the eyes, has turned hair on foreign sticks, long groan in the ears, and all of a sudden bracelet in hand today is why Akhifa seems to be my favorite. Although I did not directly praise Akifa, even then why did I want to appreciate him today, too much was looking forward to praising him. But I did not do it, I started to dabbed and look at his face. Without getting the answer to his question, he again said, "Anne Problem". I came out of my meditation, and began to say, "no problem, do not you pack up?"
He smiled a smile and just said yes. His smile gives me a lot of pain, every time I see his shit smile, I remember one of my women. Occasionally, this woman is hidden in the laughter of Akifa, who is with me as a laugh of Akifar from thousands of miles away. Akifa shook me again, nowadays I have been lost in the world of thought again and again. He left me many years ago and he chases me again and again. Akhafa stabbed me to become a little normal, and said, "Once you see everything, I do not know where he is going to call Tex." Akeefah could have understood the secret of my hideout, just a little frustrated and just shook my head and said yes to me. I did not stand there, down the house.
Texts have already arrived. Akifa came down with all the bags, leaving us behind all the bags in the taxi. The taxi is moving to the airport with the highway passing the New York's allele road. Aki did not talk to me in the whole taxis, I did not even talk after coming to the airport. When we were waiting for a waiting time in the waiting room, he said, "You do not have any water, you have a lot to do in the morning." He said, "Let's go to Lekin Mujhe to get a leaf." Do you know what you are doing, how can you make a mistake?
I looked at Akifa and I looked at him. The water flutters in his eyes. She gave me so much love that even if I took seven people, I would not have loved so much. But I cheated on him every bit of tone. Although Akifa is living in my house, I live in my heart, and I have kept him from acting like a perfect actor. This time, I have understood this with Akifa's family, saying that no other woman in the world would be able to live me. I pulled Akif to me, he shook my head like a little boy. "I'll talk about everything, then go to the country then." Akifa suddenly became Aduri's attitude, raising his head and kissing on my neck and forehead. Holding me tightly in the hand. Already in Miking it started to take place, to fly from New Zealand to Bangladesh to fly. I got out of the Akhifa waiting room and got up at the airplane.
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Outside the whole one-day tour, I arrived at Akhipa Shahjalal International Airport. When I came out of the airport, I asked Akifa "Where will I go now" he smiled and said, your village house. I pulled my head and replied. Then we came to Gabtali and we drank. I went to Madaripur with the ticket of the bus. I still have to travel 6 hours to go home. Akeefah has enjoyed the country's nature by keeping my head on the back of the response, I too am very concerned about the memory of those days left.
I went to Madaripur town and took auto rickshaw to Madra village. This is the path that I did not have the dust of my feet for 10 years. Someone has never heard of my voice in this street lane, and I have not been able to play with Gilly Danda Kabaddi in any of those years. Many things to think about
