I wanted to go to the house of younger brother Abdullah village on Eid holiday. In the village house Patuakhali baufale manyabari There is no one in Dadabari, there is nothing. We have three brothers grown up at home. Here's where the parents are buried. So the desire to go home on Eid holiday would be intense. But brother (Rajib Hossain) wanted us to Eid in Dacca, if we go home, then the additional cost. Finally, looking at our face, the brother once used to spend the ticket, he would pick up the launches. But he did not go, at least save it!
I had a great desire to go to the house of one of the three brothers on an Eid holiday. I will be very happy to go Go to the house and stand by the mother-father's grave. The journey to our lives came on April 17th. But it is not on holiday, the three brothers are not together, the frozen brothers wrapped in the camphor lying in the ambulance, we are in another car. We did not want such a journey. Why are people in life? The life we have not got from early childhood is ours. In this life, brother was everything in his life.
I did not go home on the last Eid, I was at the house of the big khala. Nature teaches a lot of things to humans. We have learned - many will have to go through. We learned to understand the hard work of brother and his efforts to stand on his own feet. Partime job, tuition, his own study-every day he spent in this cycle. Still smile with friends, and we could see behind the glimmering cloud of difficulty,
Even in such a difficult situation, his attempt to smile at the face of our two brothers was immensely. We would get new clothes every Eid. The person himself would not have taken anything, a few days before the Eid, he would appear with the new Punjabi-pajama-shoe. But this time? I can not think of all this Our world has changed now. This idyllic world is very strange to us.
I have no memory with mom. I do not even remember when I lost it. I know my mother is a mother of the mother. She had disappeared three years before she died in 2011. At that time I read in class three in the village school - I do not even find memories to mention with my father. My younger brother Abdullah Hridoy Hossain was then smaller, he also had these fuzzy memories.
We have two brothers who have been affectionate and loving-loving, he is brother Rajib Hossain. Like our bot tree, parents love their shadow, in shadow He was our identity. Why are you saying so, yet? Only the type of identity changed, first said, 'Rajiv's brother', now says, 'Rajiv's brother killed in the race of two buses.' The sadness of losing our parents is not in our memory, but the grief of losing our brother has covered us. We feel him in the post.
The feeling has become more alive in Jatrabari area. Here is our madrasa (Tamirul Millat Kamil Madrasa). I'm in Class Seven, Abdullah Six. Brother was in a mess in front of the madrasa. Part time work was done in Jatrabari. Were not close to being together, but we were closer. It would have been a little worse to go to him. I used to talk three brothers together. There was not a lot of cooking in the mess, but brother had egg for us. Three of us eat rice with eggs. The brothers, however, liked to eat fish tail. I remember, on the last Eid day, the elder sister was fed a tail of the fish of the Hilsa fish.
Bhaiyai was also for study. I read things like English-Arabic myself. I'm a little raw in the math There is no meaning to read private, so go to the brother. I would show it to him.
When everyone used to visit Madrasa on the weekend, we would visit the brother's mess. The brother would say, 'I will take home after getting a job. The three brothers will be together. I will have a sure life. "I used to joke again, thinking that it would come out of us! Three brothers were laughing at this talk.
Our dream journey might also have begun. In the last one and a half months, there were six letters in the name of brother's appointment. Some exams, some interviews. Who knows, maybe one of his jobs could have been. If you take these letters, you get very tears. The anger is on the killers of bus drivers, who have taken the brother away from us. Yes, I want to tell them the murderer. We are now seeking one, these criminals are judged.
Madrasah has been discharged since the beginning of the month of Ramadan. Off the madrassa residential system. For a few days, I was at the house of Khaleda, now I'm in a bigger house. And there is no place to go. The big aunt bought our Eid Punjabi. Days to go home. Mother-father-brother-everyone is home now. No matter what they do not see, they can stand beside their graves.
