Life Circle

Story: Life Circle By MAHMUDA SULTANA

  Story: Life Circle

           MAHMUDA  SULTANA

Born into a poor family, Mitu is the only hope and only dream of his parents. Mitu is five years old and has a very good talent. Her father works in agriculture on someone else's land and the mother does all the household chores alone. Mitu goes to the land with her father almost all the time. Sometimes she collects grass for the cows from the isle near the land and also catches small fish with a spear from the lake and sometimes picks grafted vegetables from the field. Three meals a day somehow became available. Mother teaches Mitu every night, that's why she goes to school every day. The days go by and with it, Mitu grows bigger, but their family becomes more opaque. In the midst of so many things, one of their trusted friends will one day grow up and become a very big officer and everyone will sing his victory song. Annual sports and cultural competitions and reception of meritorious students of Mitu School. Many dignitaries were present on the occasion. Mitu is currently a fourth-grader, he participated in many competitions but did not get the desired result in any of them, she has no regrets because he recites a poem written by her in front of everyone today when Mitu stands on the stage

 I am reciting the poem to the poor in front of you on this stage today, the author is Mitu.

 I'm poor, but 

Not worthy of hatred. 

I'm human, however. 

Not the equivalent of an animal.

 I miss you,

There is no such thing as injustice. 

I'm not rich - 

I'm not human, 

That should not be said.

 I can be indebted, That's why I don't deserve to be hated. 

Only those who are rich People will say, but that 

Not the work of humanity.

 In the case of everyone, at the end of each performance, everyone applauds the stage, but in the case of Mitu, the opposite is true. Maybe two or four people clapped, Mitu was a little happy because she was able to express her mentality. However, many did not like her foresight, only one teacher said go far ahead you keep writing. On this day, Mitu received two awards, one was first in the merit list of the fourth class and the other was second in the third class district scholarship and with a certificate. Returning home after the school ceremony, today Mitu's parents are very happy with the success of their child, but they are also very scared if Mitu is harmed, something else. 

Mitu's uncle Rustam Mia invites Mitu for dinner. Rustam Mia invites Mitu for dinner, Rustam Mia has no children. So he respects Mitu like his own daughter. If he cooks something good at home, don't take Mitu away. But he does not live in the village. He did business in Dhaka. He has a big garment factory there, maybe he comes once a month and never comes again. Rustam Mia's wife Tania Begum lives in the village because she can't stand the four-walled prison in Dhaka, the environment there is completely different, there is no open-air like in the village, no chirping of birds. Rustam Mia has repeatedly told Mitu's father Russell Ahmed to go to town and start a business with a small loan. But he (Russell Ahmed) did not agree, because this village is his birthplace, his childhood love path, everything in the family. He will be able to leave these but will never be able to sleep in peace. (Russell Ahmed) Well tell me, brother, do you sleep in peace in the city, I'm happy to be here, I'm fine, I can sleep in peace every night. Money - What can I do with the money if I don't have love I can't be happy. I think I spend my days with great difficulty and somehow I get three meals a day, but that's what I do happy. Rustam Mia is silent and did not say anything. On the other hand, Rustam Mia's wife Tania Begum can't stand Mitu at all, so she (Mitu) goes to their house only when Rustam Mia is at home. After talking to his uncle for a while, he leaves again. If she stays for a long time, then her aunt starts joking again. At night, Mitu goes to her uncle's house to have a feast. Rustam Mia ran and took Mitu in her arms and caressed her. Mitu said to her uncle, "Well, big daddy, take me in such a way that your energy is not wasted." And I'm older now and heavier than before. Coming now I see that you have grown up to be naughty (Rustam). Your drama is over, now finish. Give her food and say goodbye. Well, why big father aunty, Mitu said softly to Rustam Mia's ear with a lot of curiosity. You don't mind, she's like that. Don't tell me you can remember anything. I don't have to talk about my pill anymore. Let's eat now. After the meal, Mitu came home. As soon as he entered the house, she saw that both her parents were asleep, so she went to his house. The next day the school is closed on Friday so I don't have to study today anymore, Mitu fell asleep and didn't give me any more time to think, just woke up in the morning.

 As soon as Mitu opens her eyes, she realizes the Laid down. I may not be able to explain what Mitu was ashamed of. What else to do Mitu has to take a bath now. After a while, Mitu's father came, how did Kiri sleep today? Dad, I can't even dream that I will sleep so well today, but you know, when I woke up, it was twelve o'clock. Russell A. is walking away laughing and calling from behind Mitu said this is not your job. You are so cruel, bad man. I will not give you a place at home today. Such mischievous laughter, jokes, and happy days continue to pass. But some people in this world can not be happy for a long time, maybe this is the law of nature. I'm Mitu Konna, are growing happily and sadly one by one. On the one hand, I have completed the primary and extended the medium. I didn't have the good fortune to come to the first secondary school with my father today, I have adjusted with some friends in the neighborhood and my senior sister. By the grace of the great creator, I had the good fortune to be the first to get acquainted with the teachers and others even after sitting on the last bench in the first class. The headmaster explained all the rules and regulations of the school in a beautiful way to all the including teachers. I'm happily going home with new books. From now I have to go to school every day, the number of books has increased with the pressure of reading, but I am very happy because touching a new book means putting myself in a different feeling. Today is going to be the beginning of class activities like the first day in my school. I set foot in the school feeling very happy, but the events that followed touched me very much. A few classmates of the school were laughing when they saw me and threw various things at me with frogs. Maybe they are the children of a well-to-do family, the cheap shoes on my feet costing forty takas and the price of the shoes on their feet are against my imagination. I come to school with books in hand and they carry books in very well-made quality bags. I am a human being, they are also human beings. There is only one difference here - I have a sense of humanity and there is chaos between them. However, we are students of this school. I'm not sorry, I'm just calming my mind. I help my mother at home after school all day. Sometimes I learn to do a little handwork. One day on my way to school I met one of the primary teachers, I greeted him and asked how he was. In reply, Sir told me with a rangoli in his mouth I was absolutely sure. What happened sir, you will never buy and eat yourself, why are you asking again, go where you were going, have been sitting in the classroom of the school for a long time, Rahim's uncle came and told me to go to the headmaster's room, sir is calling. 

As soon as I go to Sir's room, I am surprised as usual. There are both parents in Sir's room, Sir called me to himself and turned his hand on his head, and said, grow up mother, there will always be blessings for you. You came second in the scholarship. My parents cried and I could not hold back my tears. From then on, I didn't have to look back in high school. But a danger changed my life circle when I was in tenth grade. One day when I was returning home from school, some so-called scoundrels followed me, talking badly from behind, which seemed unbearable to me. I told my father at home. In reply, my father said, "Mother Mitu, don't go talking to them, as if they are very bad, they will harm you." But why the mind was not giving consent. So I shared it with my friend, then she surprised me and said that you are not talking about those scoundrels, not every girl in this area can walk properly on the road for those scoundrels, even these boys bother us a lot and think it is bad. Bad talk is like bumper yields. I understood that something had to be done, an old man was standing next to us and listening to the words. He said in a very melodious tone, don't go with that scoundrel, it will hurt you, it will end just like my granddaughter. The man shouted, "Finish ... finish."

I could not calm my mind in any way. Eventually, I decided to resist. I picked up the pen with my friends again. Leaflets, posters, pens on paper together in unison against blackhat. Many people stood beside me but eve-teasing was not stopping in any way so I went out on the highway.

 I was born a Bengali

Between inequality and corruption Growing up in my life. 

I am no longer neglected or insulted However, I am being discriminated against. 

Everyone in Bangladesh said Men and women have equal rights, 

I say as a woman we did not get equal rights, 

I am constantly being the victim of various neglects and inequalities. 

I am being tortured every time at the hands of Marklund.

 Because I am a woman. 

Leaving the flames Women are insulting me. 

Whenever I go in search of rights I have to come back empty-handed.

Because I am a woman. 

The song of equality is on everyone's lips today

Revealed in action whatever is great in the world, is the eternal benefactor of creation 

Men have done it all, women have nothing to do with it. 

I am not calling all men criminals. 

Because not all women are saints in this society. 

I am telling the masked saints- I am a woman, made of flesh and blood A four-chambered heart made of fresh chromosomes. 

I am a woman, 

I know how to protest, I am not silent. 

I am a woman

I am taking Bengal forward in the highest chain of development. 

I am a woman I am representing the highest seat of Bengal. 

I am a woman I am creating a stir in every branch of the world. 

Bigger identity, 'I' 'mother this is the closest relative of the living world. 

After about two to three months of various movements, all forms of eve-teasing were temporarily stopped. On the other hand, our secondary test exam came to the fore. I couldn't give my parents much time for so many days of trouble. I found out from my father that my mother's body is not very good. On the other hand, I found out from my mother that my father is very ill. Can't work in the field but still goes to work in the field. The words seemed to pierce my heart like a needle. She wants to do something and stand by her parents. But her parents don't want it at all because after two months her secondary examination. Even then I thought of spending an hour in a coaching center. Besides, her father doesn't have any money at present. She doesn't know how to fill the form. Today my body is feeling bad so I didn't go to school and stayed at home. At noon my mother would take my father's food. I went to the field with food for my father. Dad, where are you? Mitu! Are you here this afternoon? Mother gave food. Didn't go to school today? No, Dad, my body looked a little bad, so I didn't go. Um, of course, yes, I know this, why it's something known in advance. All right, come home early. I help my mother with some work in the evening. I spend an hour at the coaching center every afternoon. Although my father scolded me a little, he got better later. 

Ah, what joy is in the air in the sky, what joy is in my mind. And my friend, I am completely fed up. See you on the last test day. See you, friends. Be prepared. Someone in my house slapped this note. I don't understand who can do this. However, the test will start tomorrow. I have to read. I left the house to greet my parents, uncles, aunts, and all my loved ones. Everyone goes with me to the exam and I go to the hospital. You can say I was the victim of a kind of accident. The first one hour I could not take the exam but in the last two hours, I took the exam. Today is the last day of the secondary examination. I am walking to return home after the exam. I also have my best friend. Suddenly those talented boys came and stood in front of us. Who was in jail because of our movement? How did I get without thinking? You don't have to think, you don't have to think I'm saying. We have a police uncle in the police station. I escaped from jail and married the daughter of the OC of the police station. So there is no fear of going to jail. And now no one will stop me to silence you. He took a bottle out of his back pocket and threw it at me (Mitur) but unexpectedly this boy's sister came and stood in front of me than the whole acid in the bottle completely burned the girl. I'm very nervous. The people around her were united in a moment, but there was no one to help her. I feel very selfish today. I don't know how many more lives will be lost in this way. What awaits me in the future. Then I came home. My parents put their hands on my body and said nothing happened to me. No, Dad, nothing happened to me. I'm fine. Have you had any problems? No. No, these boys were coming home. After you left home today, the boys came to our house and threatened your father a lot. Tell me what else happened.

 nd put your hand on your father's body. When I heard these words, I fell unconscious. And when I opened my eyes I could not see anyone around. But the shouts of many people outside were heard. As I was leaving the house, I saw that the villagers had decided to evict us. I have protested only one crime, I have protested against injustice. On the other hand, my father was not going to look me in the face. Zeno is one of the most helpless people in the world. We packed all our belongings and left for Aslam. At present we have no food and no place to stay. I finally found a place to stay in a slum. Something is better than nothing. Some of the neighbors in this slum helped us with food for a day. I wanted to go to my father's side before going to bed at night but I couldn't. I can't look at my father's face. The next day I have to find a job. The next morning I came out of the house and saw a leaflet. With the leaflet, I went to Show's father and he saw my job. Dad took me to the director of this slum. He took me to the address given in this leaflet. A person from the other side said who pressed the calling bell to open the door?

 Assalamualaikum. I showed the leaflet and said, I want to read it. Want to teach. Walaikum Salam. Come in, sit down, ok (Mitu). My only daughter is not paying attention at all to education. And you look like you have passed SSC. In fact, I got JSC and PSC Golden A+ plus, I also got a scholarship. I will be very much benefited if you give me the opportunity to teach. My parents and I'm coming to town tomorrow and we have no money at the moment. I don't know how to collect food. Your father? My father is very sick so it is f*******n to work from home. Okay then start teaching from tomorrow. Hmmm, goodbye. This is how my daily life went. Tuition read-write parental care. However, the protest intoxication that is hidden in my heart never went away. There will be injustice, there was a strong attempt to help. How I got myself involved in politics at one point. But I forgot to tell you one thing. There was a time when no one was by my side. When I looked at my father, I could see clear water floating in the corner of his eye. In this way, the father slowly jumped into the lap of death. I didn't have a penny to buy my father's shroud. Taking advantage of my predicament, a single person bought the most valuable asset of my labor (my environmental recharge diary) for only Tk. 4,000. On the other hand, there was no other road for me. 

But we all say- ''After clouds come fair weather''. 

I am currently a district represent. The people of the village who pushed us by the neck and drove us out of the village today want to welcome me with the utmost respect. The boy who wanted to throw acid on me today is mourning his sister. None of the great people who jumped to save this society are seen today. Today there is no narrowness around me but loneliness lives in me. In the struggle to win the battle of life, the girl is today the mother of a very calm nature. That's someone's favorite now. That is now the focal point of inspiration for millions of lives. In the midst of which there is still a twinkle in the father's eye. The face in which the mother's longing is present.

I will live in at dusk 

Let's leave two photo frames 

Believing in fairy tales 

I stumble in the middle of the unseen In the midst of hundreds of engagements, 

reality will be on the side 

Loneliness will disappear behind the magic of busyness 

The truth will remain in the midst of a thousand mistakes 

I'm wrong I'm right 

What else do you want, this is life. 

( This story is completely fictional) 

Thank YOU VERY MUCH

 MAHMUDA SULTANA