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I had to leave home at a very young age as the cadet colleges were residential educational institutions. Then many years have passed. I still remember my home in the same way I used to remember my home then. PT, parade, class, all day when I'm tired, That's when I think I would be at home now.
I remember, waking up in the middle of the night.
And that's why when I wake up in the middle of the night, I remember my mother. About my father. I don't know exactly what singer Talak Mahmud remembered.When I woke up in the middle of the night as a child, I thought I should go to school in the morning.And in my mind I wanted this night to never end.But look how much I miss that school now. Life is really very diverse. If you wake up in the middle of the night, you remember how many people remember nothing.The little boy may remember his father working abroad. People who have fallen under the weight of age may remember death.The young writer remembers whether his writing will please the audience or not.Again the Devdas may wake up at night and wait for the letter from the Parvati.
One of my cousins is out of the country for higher studies. I asked him if he woke up in the middle of the night, what do you remember?
He told me, I miss my country very much. We just run after the things we like. And the terrible things drive us away.
But sometimes it is really very worrying. If I wake up in the middle of the night, I remember Abrar Fahad's mother crying.About 1 million Rohingyas are crying in the border caps.Where even a newborn baby does not know what his crime was. I remember Syrians crying for a decade. Meanwhile, the bleeding in the heart of the Palestinians does not seem to stop. I remember Kashmir crying, Iraq crying.
If I wake up in the middle of the night, I remember the world is not good.The biggest disease in the world today. The world seems to be helpless today. Even if seen, refuse to hug. Trapped 6 feet away.
In the last two years or so, we have all lost some of our loved ones in the Corona epidemic. The wheel of the economy does not seem to be turning. Many have lost their jobs again. Even at this moment of calamity, I have a humble respect for those who go out to work, to give a handful of rice to the family.
When I wake up in the middle of the night, I hear the wailing of a Bengali mother.Ignorance, drug addiction constantly consumes us.The dream of Sonar Bangla that we saw, how much we have been able to hold that dream in our hearts. How much work have we done to achieve that goal?
If I woke up in the middle of the night, I would remember that the land on which I was sleeping had never come to that land. This country had to buy with a lot of sacrifice and blood. We all have to work together to repay the debt of the blood of the martyrs.We have come a long way but we have to go much farther.
If I wake up in the middle of the night, I remember the helpless children. Those who spend their days on the sidewalk spend the whole night in one corner of the railway station.I want to do something for these children and make the world beautiful for them.
Let everyone enlighten themselves from all places in their own way.The black shadow of anxiety has been removed and someone in the world is the light of a new day.
If you really wake up in the middle of the night, Let every human child in this world fall asleep with a smile, not despair or anxiety.