Topic of my today's article is" Dreams of loved ones
[Dreams of loved ones]()

There was a certain kind of hustle and bustle at home since this morning, some were running, some were running, some were going to the market to buy goods; She was making tiffin with her mother. Her younger sister was jumping around saying that the brothers would go to the madrassa today. I bring breakfast and essentials for my brother
The purpose was to celebrate Eid all over the house and there was one who was full of cheeks, wrinkles, disgusted for a long time. Go, you guys have fun here and I lean there for miles, that's enough, now I won't go to school under any circumstances. " Weaving and then breaking on its own, all sorts of dialogues would come to mind and then if the opportunity came to tie a bell around the cat's neck, it would die its own death. The helpless mother kept shouting, "Son!" There is a journey, eat something; but here, along with the grief of leaving home, I was also angry about why my father paid only two thousand rupees; therefore, it was necessary to express this anger. He goones
quietly without eating and picked up his shirt from the bedroom and took out all the money in his pocket, including savings (three hundred rupees); until at last a coin of one rupee came out, he also gave it, God forbid! What kind of ghost was on his mind that he took a single rupee without any thought, with what eyes he saw that all the members of the house were very offended by this move of mine. But no one said anything, so I shook the idea like a bee that flies at the wrong time.
No! Dad couldn't take a bite, Mom forced two bites and got up, everyone shook hands and got ready to say goodbye to me. My younger brother - who was kicked out of school last month for not paying fees Gone - picked up the bag, my mother smiled and prayed a lot and kissed me on the forehead, Abu turned his hand on his head, gave some advice, the last sentence of which was: "Son! Study hard, waste time." Don't do it, we are teaching you with great difficulty. "I don't know what was in this sentence that the helpless eyes went up and the heart trembled. Abu's face was empty of spots and all kinds of impressions."
However, there was a hidden pain in my eyes; it was about to burst, there was a wounded smile on my lips and the shadows of pain were fluttering in my eyes. He greeted the workers in a low voice and hurried down the stairs
Today, for the first time, my younger brother was silent. When I teased him, he also had to boil today. He said: Just brother! Tell me what! What is the condition of the house after you leave! As soon as you leave, your younger sister bursts into tears. My mother goes to the bedroom and falls face down on the bed. The older sister is drying her tears instead of standing on the balcony. We go to Rome. After you leave, most of the time, only porridge is cooked in the house for eight days, which is eaten by everyone in the house mixed with pickles or sauces. The worst situation is at home, sometimes for three days. She doesn't eat anything, she gets quiet, the whole week goes by and we long to hear a sentence from my mother's mouth, I watch secretly at night, my mother's crotch keeps changing,


You know, once in the middle of the night, my dead eye was opened, there was a sound of someone crying, I saw my mother sitting on the prayer mat, I was close, I could only hear among the hiccups that O Allah! My excuse
In the morning, when I told the story to Abu, Abu said: Son! Your mother suddenly wakes up twenty times at night, I ask what happened? Toroti says with great helplessness: Enough! Suddenly the thought came to me that my innocent child must have eaten or not! No one will bother him! If she gets sick, who will look at my liver? 3
The younger brother was reciting all this in his voice and I stood in my place as an idol in amazement. The younger brother said: Brother! On the day when we, the brothers and sisters, go out to eat at night, we talk about you the most, and my mother openly tells the stories of your childhood, and every time Abu Akhir gets up, he says: He will become a great scholar. "
Mountains of surprises were falling on me one after the other and gradually instead of surprises, shame and embarrassment were taking over. : "Just what man! They left so quickly, they just came" I smiled and then he remembered something, he said: Dude! This morning there was anger. Your father was standing in front of Haji Junaid in the morning with his head bowed and Haji was shouting and saying: “In the morning the beggar comes to ask for a loan. He has kept it in the madrassa and even in the previous year he had taken a loan under the pretext of having a child, but he has not paid it yet ... and I don't know what the pilgrim was selling. Diya took a two thousand note from his pocket and slapped him in the face saying: Take it, beggar! Next week, in any case, I want all the money back. " There was a senate, no one saw this scene except me, I couldn't stand it, I asked: Uncle John! You are a noble and honorable man of the neighborhood, why do you need to be so overwhelmed by this bastard bastard! Why are you enduring all these humiliations! Would we, friends, get rid of this old man together ?! There were tears in Abhaji's eyes and he said: No! If I don't take two thousand, my son will not go to madrassa and I want to earn paradise by teaching him. I am enduring temporary humiliation for eternal paradise. "
After hearing this story, my condition was that there was no blood in my body. When I was leaving the house in front of my eyes, the story of money turned around. I was humiliated in my own eyes. My younger brother was looking at me. Unable to look at him, I felt the ground slip under my feet. Khalid heard the accident and left. My younger brother picked up the bag and walked quietly forward. I followed him with heavy steps.