Feeling well🥰.

My younger sister came to my house today. She lives in Dhaka with her husband. He has one son and one daughter. The two children are the age of my youngest son. They came to Bogra after about a year. My sons are very happy to see them. The children have been making noise all day today. Sometimes it felt good, and sometimes it felt very boring. Meanwhile, my two sons are still in pain, and they have joined. unsteady state.

My mother's little girl has been talking very emotionally since she arrived. His son is better in studies than my son, comparing my sons with his son in many other respects. When I was very angry, I squeezed. Because children are sustenance from Allah. Whatever the cynics say, I am praying to my God for my sons. There is nothing in this world more powerful than prayer.

I have experienced a lot in this thirty years. I've seen everyone in times of trouble. I have seen each one after another. In fact, he who has no money has no value to anyone. Parents can't throw it away so they keep it. And that is not with respect as a sufferer like me will understand . What else can I say about sadness? This sorrow is not only for me, but for all the unemployed in the world. May Allah give patience to everyone. (Amen)