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I had been planning for a long time to stay home during Ramadan this year. Accordingly everything was arranged that this year I would go home the day before the beginning of the month of Ramadan. But suddenly, five days before Ramadan, an order came from the office of the Islamic Foundation that the madrasa should be kept open until twenty Ramadan. Then all the plans were over.

Again I made another plan, as part of which I went home two days before the start of Ramadan, and after five days at home came to our Madrasa yesterday. These five days are over in the blink of an eye. I don't understand how time has passed.

During these five days my main task was to play with my two sons, spend time. Another task was to take my elder son to his madrasah. One of these five days was a Thursday, my son's madrasa organizes cultural programs every Thursday.

I was present at the cultural program last Thursday. I love it because my elder son has performed music in cultural events, although no music can be heard fully, still I am amazed by the courage of the boy. As much as he memorized, he served very well.

On this side, when I went to Madrasa with my elder son, my younger son kept crying for me at home, for this I took him to Madrasa for two days. And while staying at home, I played sports with my two sons. Bought toy cars for two boys.

My elder son bought many toys at one store, me and my younger son bought various things from that store. This game was the best I've played together in days. Played many other sports, such as playing football in the field with two boys. I had a lot of fun. I've been in a bad mood since I left my two boys at home yesterday. I remember them very much now.