#Black_magic👒
Part-3
As soon as he pressed the phone to his ear, a smile appeared on Sayem's face.
"Is the ticket arranged, brother?"
"Yes Ray. I understand that I got this ticket with great difficulty. The batsmen didn't want to pay at first. They have to book all the seats. There are only a few seats for VIPs."
"Then, then?"
"There was a lot of arguing at one point ... they finally gave up on this Takir. We have to see whose son I am ...
Bapka beta, sepohika ghora, thora thora. Taki laughed at his own words.
Sayem also raised his hands and said with a fist,
"Yes! Thanks a lot bro. Um-ma-ha ..." Sayem said, putting his fingers to his lips and throwing a flying kite.
And only a handful of days. After that, Sayem will fly with Taki Bhai for the purpose of a huge reality show inside the capital. The next step of such a cherished dream is waiting for him. Only Taki Bhai-e knows Sayem. In all his dangers, only Taki Bhai-i Varsa. Does that just solve Sayem's problem?
No. Anyone in the school, the solution to any problem is that Taki Bhai. For example, one cannot come to class today. He will just call his brother. Taki will fix everything by giving him a proxy. Again, if someone speaks loudly to someone in the team, Taki will develop his talent in front of him. It so happened that after being beaten by that takir, he used to throb in pain in his bones for a few days. So no one talks about Takir.
Sayem has been hanging on to this ticket for almost a month now. Just like a hawk. But none of the work was done. On the contrary, there was an attempt to lose the ticket by wasting time. That's when the words of Taki Bhai came to his mind. As a result, the door to his biggest dream is about to open in a few days.
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This morning is very different from other days. As soon as it was morning, all around was covered with whiteness. Everyone from small children to the elderly, smiles on their faces. As if they were waiting for this day. But these two are very annoying for Sayem. Eid-ul-Azha and Eid-ul-Fitr. What peace do they get? These two morning prayers! Sayem also has to go to Eidgah with his parents. Even today he is no exception. The mother came to her ears in the morning and started screaming. Eventually, Sayem was forced to go to the wash room.
No one in Ruhani Kunj cares about Sayem's religion. When the boy grows up, he will recite Namaz-e-Kalam. Only on Fridays and Eid days do parents want to send Sayem to Salat. Sayem's affection for being an only son is comparatively high. Everyone around him praised Sayem's talent. Is there anything more to be found in the world? Every parent wants their child to be a good student. No matter what else is in him, he is an invaluable asset only if he is a good student. For which parents do not have to suffer less! In a word, like the "rat race / rat race story" in the book "Before the end of the day". Sayem is a good student there without any trouble from his parents. So Sayem is independent of everything.
After an hour, Sayem also turned white with his mother's pair. Despite a thousand reluctances, he had to enter the Punjabi. But the Eid prayer ... will it be recited at all? Sayem drew another table in his mind. When my father wanted to take him with him, he said he was leaving later. About half an hour later, Sayem left the house. The destination is where the park is closest to him. It is not bad to spend the time of prayer there. After the end of the prayer, when the worshipers return home in groups, Sayem will also join their group. For now, he is feeling comfortable going to the park. written by Nishat Tasneem.
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The fifth day of Eid. Sayem's mind has been dancing happily since morning. At the same time, some dreams are calling with their hands. Taki Bhai informed a while ago, and they will have to leave within an hour. Sayem took his favorite dress later today. As well as body spray. Sayem is looking very sad today. Looks like a nine-ten student.
After about an hour and a half, they reached the desired place. Sayem and Takir's seat is towards the last. Of course, Sayem is not very sad about this. In the end, it is enough to have two seats.
"Magic! Whose word comes to mind first when you hear the name? Jewel Ich ..... Now the famous magician Jewel Ich is coming on the stage." A female voice from the stage announced the name of Jewel Ich. Then he asked her to come on stage.
He missed a few heartbeats as the name of Jewel Ich entered Sayem's ear canal. This one name is enough to defeat Sayem. The famous magician Jewel Ich. Jewel Ich came on the stage and started his speech. This is Sayem's first face-to-face meeting with Jewel Ich. Again on such a big stage. Sayem's mind is filled with an unknown joy. Jewel Ich looks as simple as it is hard to see the man in the picture. Sayem seems to have a strange resemblance to the physicist Stephen Hawking. The man seems a bit hablu hablu.
"I want to give you another kind of magic gift this Eid. And you need the help of a spectator to show this magic. Who wants to come?" Jewel Ich said the words to the audience.
Sayem felt a huge opportunity in front of him. He immediately raised his hands. But by then, many like Sayem have raised their hands. Jewel Ich also made the audience laugh.
"Hey, so many people have raised their hands? I need one. Well, I'd rather call one." Sayem's mind became very upset with Jewel Aich's words. It was no longer understood that he would not be seen by a magician at all.
"Hey, no, Kona? I got the audience. Who is the famous musician Kona?"
"Have you ever heard a fairy tale?"
"Yes, I've heard it many times. And I've seen it in pictures."
"Well, how would you feel if you saw it face to face today?"
"Wow, that would be great."
"The magic that I'm going to show you today is the 'Flying Magic Carpet'."
Kona was laid on a carpet on a table. Then he put his hands and feet in certain folds and muttered something in the magician's face. And with his hands he was moving different limbs. After a while, to the surprise of all the spectators, the carpet went up with the particles. Sayem never thought there could be such magic. Again the carpet went up a little. Sayem also reached the extreme stage of wonder. After a while, the carpet with the corners was inserted into a ring. The particle is flying. Flying in the air. Already Sayem’s eyes have taken on the shape of big round ones. Then the magician muttered something again and lowered the carpet to the table. Sayem immediately punched his thigh with his right hand.
"If I had been in the corner today, I would have at least seen how Jewel Ich was doing magic. And what was he saying with his mouth? I have to learn magic. At any cost ...! I too will be a magician one day. The best magician in the world. A bigger magician than PC Sarkar & Jewel Ich. The stage will tremble with my magic. He also vowed to become a black magician. At the same time, a curved smile appeared on one side of his lips.
Written by Amena