A story of my journey which is never forgettable

There are some times in people's life that they can never tell. Today I will share with you. I am Nazmul Islam. I live in Comilla District of Chittagong Division, Bangladesh.

That year my father died of cancer not only that I had to stay in Dhaka Medical Hospital for 6 months I never want to talk about those thrilling memorable days those were the most difficult days of my life those days were very helpless so helpless.

I never felt that I was helpless today I remembered that so I shared it with you. My health was very good when I was on my way to Dhaka. I picked up these picks. Green is a friend of mine. His current condition is not good. He has become like a madman. He was taken to our Pabna hospital in Bangladesh for mental treatment.

Then now he is a bit healthy but he doesn't talk as much as before. I know how his mind has become. He is very broken mentally. I don't want to get back a lot of time to suffer. I don't have a father but the memories he left are all there. That's always me. I love him so much. He welcomed me. Dad I didn't stop my studies I always tried to study today I got a government job I remembered those days without my father today.

I understand that in this world we all are here for a short period of time but if we do good things like my father is loved by everyone in the village he never misbehaved with anyone he always talked to people with a smile people don't want a lot of profit from you crores of rupees .

only use is real so everyone should Be kind to people Be kind to people Neighbors Friends Family Relatives wish to die instead of people so I think it should be a virtue in all people who had a very good appearance but later after you got sick my body became very bad I'm thin and thin I can't heal that wound now I can't get my body in good health I can't fully recover from that night Couldn't recognize it anyway I'd like to get back.