The Story Of a wretched Father !

in #ulog6 years ago (edited)

The story of a wretched father ....... !!!

Take a small job. I have married a big girl in the last month, spent about six lakh rupees. Today Iphtari has spent Rs. 15000 in the house of a jamayee. Girl's phone before a couple of days.
How are you father

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-My mother is good.Is that good?

I'm a good father.

-Why do you say that? Your son-in-law is happy?

Uro did not say anything. Fufu (Jamii's puffy) said iftar is a little less.

  • (Then my tears were cramping) Well mother said, I will increase more than the next time.

Dad listen. Will you not wear Eid in our house?

-Yes mother. Who?

You do not wear clothes. The clerk said, "If you give clothes, you will not like everyone. If you give Rs. 30,000 without paying any money, then everyone will be turned out."

  • Well mother. I do not think so. I'm alive now.
    (I was not late to understand, at that time the water of the eyes of the girl has fallen)

Well, father, keep it now.

Well, my mother is good.

The little boy from the night comes from prayer.
Are you daddy

I'm sorry.

Yes, semester filename in the second week after Eid. Deposit, form filipp and other money will cost 25 thousand taka. My tuition has some money. You will be paid 20 thousand.

  • Well, I see. After sleeping.

No, I can not give a chance to my father.
New adult women will have seasonal benefits. It requires 10-15 thousand rupees. After the Eid again, Korban will have to give cow in the house of the girl. The cost of the village will be at least 50000 taka.
Here it is not the end, there are also different organizing different moments in the home of the girl.

I have fallen asleep without thinking of all this. Sadiyah's mother asked a lot, she fell asleep without saying anything.
One thing is working on the head. And the happiness of the girl.

Thus, the pain of chest increased by 12 o'clock in the night. Gradually, I'm getting weak. My hands and legs are being in vain. Many of my life's dreams remain unfinished. Those thoughts are still not going to follow me.

Next morning in the morning. Everyone is crying My little girl and my dear wife are crying the most. Sunlun's elder daughter has already come in. Looking forward to her. I mean a lot. But I can not say anything. Just two minutes later I do not know anything else.

Thus many parents are missing. And there are hundreds of children deprived of their father's affection. Some people do not know now, the mystery of their father's death.

[I write myself and crying. In this way we are losing our dear father ..

Will not this change our current circulation ??
Why not
Why not

Let's wake up.
Destroy this evil culture.]