Leave it in the old age home.



3. Leave it in the old age home.

An old woman is sitting on a triangular sheet by the sea. He is staring at the waves of the sea overflowing in the distance. Watching the sunset. Watching Ala's game at the end of the day on the waves of the sea. I don't know how many heartbreaking stories, how many unforgettable events, how many mind-blowing memories are buried in the bottom of this sea. His own life is a lot like the sea.

Many families came to visit the beach that day. A family sitting next to the old woman. The six are playing around. The adults are talking to each other in an exasperated voice, drinking tea. Bejhai is going - after many days, the whole family has been together. A bell rang as the night wore on. The trees are almost finished to return home. Before leaving the beach, a middle-aged man from the family came out. The old woman was sitting alone then. The eyes are fixed on the overflowing waves of the sea. Lake came to the old woman and asked, ‘Auntie, are you waiting for someone? I have been sitting here alone since that evening. I can take you home if you allow me.

The old woman said: "No, father, may Allah reward you well." I'm actually waiting for my son. He will leave soon. Probably too much traffic jam. Maybe that's why it's getting late.

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It is about half past one in the night. Who will come at this time? '- Laikta asked. The old woman said, You are right, father; But what else can I do but wait for my son? This letter shows. My son passed away when I left here; But I can't read it. Will you read it a little, Dad? '- Saying this, the old woman handed over a short note left by her son to the lake.

The gentleman began to read it:

I urge anyone who reads this note to leave the old woman carrying the note in an old age home.

After reading the letter, the gentleman stood still for a while. The world seems to have stopped for a while. The roar of the sea has stopped. Even the waves don't seem to be breaking. There seems to be a silence everywhere at the moment. The speechless gentleman returned to his family with the letter. One by one, everyone in his family read the letter, and no one was able to hold back the tears. Everyone was very upset for such a miserable old mother. The heretic who wrote this letter was conceived by his mother for nine months. Has been breastfeeding for two years. How many nights he has spent sleeping - so that the child can sleep comfortably. In return for so much he got a heretic, ungrateful. Children. Not a dog leaves his old helpless master alone. Dogs too. Not so ungrateful, heartless, but how people are.

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