On the last afternoon, suddenly the sky was covered with black clouds. There were repeated noises in the kitchen windows due to the wind. The body is doing very badly. I don't want to get up and fix the window in a good way.
Nothing looks good.
In the meantime, it started raining heavily. After it rained, it was noticed that some dry cloth was shaking on the roof of the house. My only daughter has been married for some time.
Until then, the girl has done all the work in my house. The girl whose mother died has hurt me so much, today she has gone to her father-in-law's house, new environment, may the girl be happy for me
Leaving the bed, I somehow got up, climbed the stairs and slowly climbed to the roof. Once upon a time, I used to run up the stairs of the house. With the weight of age, the body also seems to have gradually become a burden. I can't do that today.
My wife was very fond of such rain in the dark in the evening. So whenever I saw such rain, the two of us would go to the roof.
The roofing clothes got wet a long time ago. And now I am.
I am Major Sadat Wahid.
When I went from the army to camp in different places for training, there was a time in the rainy season when I had to train in the rain almost every day. From a young age, I had a different curiosity about serving in the military.
I love the country very much. And the army uniform attracted me in a different way. With respect and reverence for this dress, I was in the army for 25 long years.
This dress has taught me how to be human and stand by people. Even a couple of years before I left my job, a family floating on a raft in the floodwaters of a flood-hit area of the country felt the urge to survive if I could wear this outfit with people like them until death.
I have spent this long period of 25 years with thousands of such emotions.
When the girl was born, the dear man did not leave me alone and went back to the country. Only I and my Creator know how I made the girl human.
These dear people were with me, illuminating my surroundings, the world of my imagination was painted in the colorful spectrum of their soft light. The paintbrushes in the hands of these dear people made my life on canvas with hundreds of thousands of stories to keep up, when they were all around me, my chest was full to the brim; Today I am surrounded by emptiness and I am desperate to get back those who were all over my existence ...
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