A village of Shant Sunibir. There was an old man and an old woman in that village. Their only son, he lives in town. There is a high-ranking official in a big company. He has a good reputation in the company. The owner of the company is very pleased with his work skills and manners. He respects the owner so much that the owner sometimes thinks that the boy may be a child of an aristocratic family. His parents must have been very polite and educated so he had such a child.
The child is as indifferent to his parents as he is to the owner. At the end of the month he ends his responsibilities by sending monthly expenses for the elderly parents at home. After that he does not feel the need to fulfill any responsibility. Meanwhile, since he is the only child of his parents, they are very fond of him. So I am always anxious to see him. But the boy does not have much time to go to the village house to visit his parents.
One day his father wrote a letter to him.
Son of affection
I don't know how you are? Tumit is very busy. You don't even have time to visit this old parent once a month. You are our only child. Seeing you gives us peace of mind. We have no more children. I don't even have your children. To hear their grandparents call in their young soft voices, our hungry chest cries all day long. I have raised you with all my capital and love and affection. Today, in this time of our helplessness and loneliness, you show excuses for your busyness and stay away from us for months. Don't come to see us once a year. At the end of the month, just send the money and think that you have fulfilled your responsibility.
Dad, if you can't come, don't send any more money. We did not bring you into the world to seek God for your money. I have brought you into the world to be close to you and to love you, to cherish your children and to hear the cries of your grandparents. I have raised you with love and affection to get your service in old age. Don't be small to anyone in the world, so we have educated you with our own hard work. Having got everything today, you have become self-sufficient and have forgotten your responsibility towards us. Is this why I made you a man in my lap?
Iti
Your unfortunate father.
The boy became very upset after reading his father's letter. I started thinking, oh my parents don't understand how hard I have to work to survive here. How will the parents in the village understand the race that starts from waking up in the morning.
The boy still decided that he would go to the village tomorrow. Then he will explain to the old man and the old woman why he can't come.
The next day the boy reached his village home. Huge house sunsan silence. I don't think anyone lives in this house. He entered. Didn't see anyone. Then he went to Pak's house. He saw his loving mother bowing her head and chopping curry. Hearing the sound of the boy's feet, he looked up.
The boy saw the only boy who had come after a long time and his mother's gray depressed eyes were filled with an unearthly radiance. Going to get up early in a weak body, the mother's body seemed to shake a little. The boy hurried forward, hugged his mother and stopped her from falling. She took refuge in the bosom of her mother and her beloved child and remained in absolute dependence. The boy felt his mother's body tremble a little. Realized he was trembling with excitement to get close. After finding him for many days, his mother held him in such a way that he could not go anywhere else.
The boy said to his mother in a muffled voice: Where is mother and father?
After a long time, the mother's eyes got wet when she heard the mother's call on the boy's face. Wiping her eyes with the hem of her sari, her mother said, "She is sitting in the backyard of the house."
The boy gently left his mother and went to the backyard. The mother followed the boy and stood in the doorway.
The boy came to the yard and saw the father sitting on a long tool and basking in the sun. The son saluted and sat down beside his father. Baba Salam replied, but did not look back at the boy sitting next to him. The boy asked: How are you?
ঃ Good.
Then he sat silently for a while without saying another word. After a while, the father showed the son a crow and asked, "Dad, what is that?"
Crow.
Then he said again in silence for a while: What is that?
The boy said again: Crow.
After a while, the father said again: What is that?
The boy got a little angry this time, but still managed to control himself and said: Crow.
Again the father was silent for a while - what is that?
This time the boy could not control his anger and said: I am telling you again and again that it is a crow, that crow, even then you are repeatedly asking what is the matter?
The father turned around and looked at his son's angry face and then said to his wife: I would bring the diary from my table.
Mother brought the diary from the table and handed it to her husband. The father took the diary in his hand and turned the inside page and handed it to the boy.
Read it.
The boy was surprised and started reading the diary.
Today our only son is three years old. He can talk a little bit half-heartedly. I came from school and sat in the backyard with him on my lap. At that time he saw a crow. He showed the crow and said: What is that?
I said: Crow.
He said again: What is that?
I said: Crow.
He said again: What is that?
I said: Crow.
Fifteen to twenty times he asked me the same question. I gave the same answer every time.
The boy took the diary in his hand and stunned like a stone. Salt water of remorse gushed from his two eyes. He bowed his head and hid the tears in his father's chest.
On the other hand, his loving mother standing on the doorstep could not hold back her tears even with the help of Achal. Lessons from the story:
Let's evaluate those of us who have parents. I respect and serve them. And those who do not, we ask forgiveness from Allah for them. We will never be able to repay our parents' debt with anything.
