There was no shortage of land and money for the parents in the rural areas. In the last age, those parents would get the gift of a very happy life. Boys and girls are educated or uneducated. If one's own father has bigha bigha property and there is no shortage of money, then at the last age their sons and daughters cannot throw them away even if they want to. They take good care of their parents, even if they are forced to do so.

But if the parents do not have land, the house is also owned by someone else. If they don't have any money, they have to live a very hard life in their last years. Many may have an old age home.

A day laborer named Hasan lived in the village next to us. His wife was Amena Begum. They had two sons and a daughter. They had nothing to say about land. His own house was also on someone else's land. In one place there were some lands that had been forged and sold by their former husbands. It was not possible for him to sue for the land at the expense of money. Yet he tried. There is nothing to say about your last resource. Sometimes he would pour some money behind the land in the hope of a little light. He knew he would never get that land back. Yet he sometimes comforted himself.

Mr. Hasan used to use all the labor of his life. He used to cultivate people's land with so much effort. No cold, no heat, no fatigue, no rest. He used to go down to work after the Fajr prayers. His wife Amina Begum also worked at home day after day, night after night. Cows, goats, hens, chickens were not something that they did not raise. Two people would work day and night hoping for some money. Only in the hope of a bright future for the children.

I have never seen a day when Mr. Hasan has sat down or rested. When he did not have work on his own land, he used to work as a day laborer on other people's land.

He has given up all the comforts of his life thinking of the happiness of boys and girls. Made them study.

Once upon a time children learned to read and became human beings. Both boys do well. He also married the girl in a good house. Even after all this, he worked on the land.

His two sons get married and rent a house in the city with his wife. Both of them left in anger. Their regret was how much the parents of others do for their sons and daughters. Gives home, gives land. But their father could do nothing for them. Mr. Hasan failed as a father. Then Mr. Hasan said- I have spent everything in my life for you. So that you can study and be like human beings, earn money and drive home. That is why your mother and I have given up our happiness. I could have made a home with the money I spent on you.

In response, Mr. Hasan's sons got angry with their parents and left for the city. Not once did they ask their parents to go with them. No one knows how many years the old men and women spent day after day, night after night, year after year in a small house in this village. Maybe you will never know. They dreamed that their sons and daughters would grow up to be educated, earn money, free their parents from a life of hardship and give them the gift of a happy life in their last years. But their dream did not come true. Although their sons and daughters are hindered in their happy life in the city, they are still stuck in the poor life of that rural area.

After a while, Mr. Hasan may have looked at him a little better. The land that his predecessors sold illegally. He got that land back.

Whose market value is one crore rupees.

When his sons and daughters found out that their father had got the land. Then they rushed to the father with lightning speed. When it came time for Mr. Hasan and his wife to rest. The daughter-in-law was supposed to receive the service when they left.

But today when those ungrateful children came back to Mr. Hasan, he could not help but pull them to his chest. I understand the name of the father. A lotus heart like wax, in which there is nothing but love for the child.

Now Mr. Hasan and his wife are living a very happy life. As soon as it was morning, the boy's wife started cooking and shouting. The boys also now work from home. On the way back from the office, it is impossible to say what kind of fruits the old parents bring. The daughter's son-in-law also comes frequently now. Mother-in-law and mother-in-law come to see how much they bring.

Mr. Hassan spends his leisure time with his grandchildren. Above all, Hasan Saheb and Amena Begum are busy living a happy life in their last years. This is the kind of life they wanted. As every parent wants.