Today is Shihab's first day of school. He will be admitted in the first class. Although many boys and girls his age went to school long before him, he did not have the opportunity for so long. Her father is a little day laborer. Eats day by day. So many years have passed since Shihab's father had to send his son to school. Shihab's father himself passed the metric. He chose the path of hard perseverance of day laborers instead of running after small jobs.
Shihab's father's mind has been filled with a different kind of joy since morning. Today his dream is coming true. He taught the boy A, A, A, B himself. Taught rhymes, poems, stories. Her eyes were wet with tears of joy as she thought that Shihab would go to school with other boys today. Shihab's mother is preparing Shihab to go to school in the morning. It is not that Shihab lacks happiness in his mind. Shihab is thinking again and again, about his playmates. They would almost ask him, "Why don't you go to school?"
In reply he was always silent. And sometimes he would come home and quietly shed tears. Even though he was young, he learned to understand that the financial condition of their house was not good. Yet he would occasionally ask his mother, "Mom, am I not going to school?"
My mother, on the other hand, would turn her face away and say in a vague tone,
It took a few years for those few days to come. Finally today, the first class at Shihab's school at nine o'clock in the morning. It is as if the Eid moon has risen in Shihab's house today. Shihab's mother is happy, father is happy, Shihab is happy.
Shihab's mother introduced Shihab to the class and Anekshan was standing outside. Shihab's father was also supposed to come with him but he had to run away as he got a job cutting the soil. This opportunity could not be missed. Shihab's reading and writing will now increase the cost of the world.
Shihab's mother was asked by a teacher what Shihab's father does. Shihab's mother told the truth in reply. He understands that many school teachers have been avoiding him since then. Where the other students' parents seemed to be seen in a different way.
The same thing happened to Shihab's father a few days later when he went to school to fetch Shihab. When Shihab's father wanted to know about his son's education and his progress, the class teacher looked at him with such fear that a day laborer would not want to know about his studies, because even if he said something, he would not understand anything.
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Today is the last day before summer vacation at Shihab's school. The last class is going on. When a call came on the class teacher's mobile, he received it with annoyance and went out.
At one point he said, "No, there's nothing wrong with the diary. I wrote it myself."
Someone from Opash might have asked for a spell.
The class teacher said, "No, I wrote the spelling. Yes, that's the correct spelling. Do you know more than I do?"
The class one teacher started taking classes again. Just before the holiday hour, the school principal called Shihab's class teacher Peon K.
The principal told him that a guardian had called him and told him that there were several mistakes in several places in the diary of a class one teacher. Despite calling the class teacher, he did not address the issue. The class teacher seems to be a little tense this time. He said someone called him, and he said there was no spelling mistake.
The principal asked, "Can I have a look at the diary? Bring the student's diary."
The class teacher said, "What is the student's name?"
Principal Shihabur Rahman said. Shihab was called by the peon, along with his bag. The principal asked Shihab to take his school diary out of his bag, and after reading the diary from beginning to end, he pointed out the mistakes to the class teacher. The incident happened in a small way but later it spread. The key to the role of the peon present in this case.
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After the summer holidays, regular classes resumed. Classes are going on, Shihab is also taking regular classes. Everyone has forgotten the events of that day. It seemed to be the principal of that school. He was standing and giving a speech at a function organized by the school. He will tell a short story before concluding his speech.
He started it at the end of the speech.
His story is about the best guardian of the year. One by one they talked about a day laborer. It is difficult to send the father's son to school. He said he was surprised when he found out how serious a day laborer was about his son's education, scrutinizing everything from his son's school books to his diary to see if he was learning anything wrong. Maybe he can't catch all the mistakes. But he has the courage to make mistakes. For this, he does not feel reluctant to accept the warmth of the class teacher.
Finally, he announced the name,
"This year's best guardian of the year is Ijazul Rahman, he is a day laborer by profession" - he is the proud father of our Shihabur Rahman Shant "
Ijazul Rahman is crying with joy. Shihab's Mao. Shihab is looking at his parents with childish eyes. When everyone looked at his parents, Shihab, who was busy applauding, had tears in his eyes.
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