The story of a lying storyteller
A pain has been bothering me for a few days. Bangladesh is my homeland, my motherland but I am not from Bangladesh. How is this possible? I was born in Bangladesh, I saw the first light in the world in this country. But how does this green country deny me? Jefferson shook his head. The right side of the head tingles in pain. Once you see your own body sniffing. Yes, the soil of Bangladesh smells. He came to Bangladesh and sniffed the soil with his hand. There is no difference between the smell of the soil and the smell of his body. When it gets very hot in Australia, her body gets wet with sweat when she goes to school, her classmates also say why does your body smell like Kiri Jefferson? Jefferson is very embarrassed by the words of his friends. Again, the smell of the body makes his mind happy. This scent reminds her of her mother. He left Bangladesh in 1972. During the war of liberation in Bangladesh, his virgin mother confessed to rape. Jefferson is the fruit of that rape. After birth, his mother did not even touch Jefferson. An Australian couple came to the war-torn country for medical treatment and took the abandoned Jefferson. They named him Jefferson. Is this the name that made him English? Or did his mother leave him in the hands of an Englishman and become an Englishman in an instant from a black soft-skinned Bengali? A lot of thoughts revolve inside Jefferson's head.
He is a great doctor now. Growing up, he started learning Bengali when he found out that Bangladesh was his birthplace, his motherland. By his own efforts he can now speak and understand Bengali fluently. Jefferson has many weaknesses towards his mother. So he came to Bangladesh as soon as he got leave. He travels from village to village and provides medical services to the needy people. There are, of course, other reasons for this. In some villages, however, older people have difficulty understanding the Bengali pronunciation. What a foul odor comes out of people's bodies. Many people's body odor matches his body odor. Then he asked the man various questions. She suspects that this man is one of her relatives. Thus one day if he finds his mother. This is a hope to come running. The couple who grew up say Jefferson looked like his mother. For this Jefferson puts a picture of himself on the table during the treatment. The picture matched well with the faces of the incoming female patients.
Jefferson became occasionally anxious to see the patient. I wonder how the mother touches? How soft is the hand of the woman who held it a little earlier! Absolutely like combed cotton. Mother's hand is like cotton? What I know is maybe or is. My mother never touched me. One of the Bengali language poets wrote that mother is like a river. Poetry he does not understand so much. But I like to read poetry so I read it. How is mother like a river? This line has been thinking for a whole week. No way could not match. How is mother like a river? Sometimes I go to bathe in the river. Touching the water of the river. Oops! How soft are the waters? How clear the river water is. Jefferson was surprised. It penetrates into the water and can be seen up to the bottom of the river. How shiny the sand layer is. A little farther on, a man like Kalo is crossing the river with his lungi up to his knees. Jefferson has visited Bangladesh many times before. Touched the river. Sitting on the bank of the river, he saw a sailing boat heading towards the city. I have seen many people fishing half naked. But where are all those people? He has read about this Gomti in the story of Shawkat Osman. This young Gomti was the sister-in-law of Faraz Ali Jail. Jefferson liked the story because of the human relationship with the river. Jefferson translated the story for his daughter Emily. Emily wants to see rivers in Bangladesh. But an unknown pain made Jefferson's chest tingle. If Emily sees this state of Gomti, she will surely laugh. He will say in contempt - Dad, how liar is the storyteller of your homeland! Dr. Jefferson's eyes filled with tears. The storyteller of his homeland will become a liar to the next generation.
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