I have a small job. Last month I got married to my eldest daughter, at a cost of about 7 lakh rupees.
How are you dad
- Yes, mother is good. Are you all right?
I'm fine dad.
- Why are you talking like this ?? Is your father-in-law happy?
They didn't say anything. My uncle (son-in-law's uncle) said iftar was a little less.
- (Then my tears were flowing) Well, mother, I will increase it from next time.
Listen father. You will not give Eid clothes in our house?
You don't give clothes. Aunt (son-in-law's aunt) said that if you give clothes, not everyone will like it. If you give money without clothes.
- Well, mother. You don't have to worry. I'm still alive.
(It's not too late for me to understand, so many tears have flowed from the girl's eyes so far)
Well Dad, keep it up now.
At night the little boy came from the prayers.
Are you dad
- Yes, I am. Say something?
Yes, semester final in the 2nd week after Eid. It will cost 25 thousand rupees including salary, form fill and others. I have some tuition money. If you give 20 thousand.
- Well, let's see. After eating and sleeping.
No, Dad, I can't take the exam if it's late.
The new son-in-law will have to give seasonal fruits at home. It requires 10-15 thousand rupees. Sacrifice again after Eid, cows will have to be given at the daughter's house. The price of the cows will be at least 50,000 rupees.
This is not the end, there are also different arrangements in different seasons to give at the daughter's house.
I went to bed without thinking about all this. Nabila's mother asked a lot of questions, I went to bed without saying anything.
One thing is working in my head. Money !! Money !! And the daughter's happiness.
Thus at 12 o'clock at night. Suddenly the chest pain increased. Gradually I am getting weaker. My arms and legs are becoming useless. Many dreams of my whole life have remained unfulfilled. Those thoughts are not leaving me yet.
The next morning. Everyone is crying. My little girl and my dear wife are crying the most. I heard the big girl has already arrived. I looked at everyone. I want to say a lot. But I can't say anything. I don't know anything after exactly 2 minutes.
In this way many fathers are getting lost. And hundreds of sons and daughters are being deprived of father's affection. Maybe many people don't even know now, the secret of their father's death.
In this way we are constantly losing our beloved fathers.
Will this bad practice of ours not change ??
Why not ??
I have a small job. Last month I got married to my eldest daughter, at a cost of about 7 lakh rupees. How are you dad
I'm fine dad.
They didn't say anything. My uncle (son-in-law's uncle) said iftar was a little less.
Listen father. You will not give Eid clothes in our house?
You don't give clothes. Aunt (son-in-law's aunt) said that if you give clothes, not everyone will like it. If you give money without clothes.
Well Dad, keep it up now.
At night the little boy came from the prayers. Are you dad
Yes, semester final in the 2nd week after Eid. It will cost 25 thousand rupees including salary, form fill and others. I have some tuition money. If you give 20 thousand.
No, Dad, I can't take the exam if it's late. The new son-in-law will have to give seasonal fruits at home. It requires 10-15 thousand rupees. Sacrifice again after Eid, cows will have to be given at the daughter's house. The price of the cows will be at least 50,000 rupees. This is not the end, there are also different arrangements in different seasons to give at the daughter's house.
I went to bed without thinking about all this. Nabila's mother asked a lot of questions, I went to bed without saying anything. One thing is working in my head. Money !! Money !! And the daughter's happiness.
Thus at 12 o'clock at night. Suddenly the chest pain increased. Gradually I am getting weaker. My arms and legs are becoming useless. Many dreams of my whole life have remained unfulfilled. Those thoughts are not leaving me yet.
The next morning. Everyone is crying. My little girl and my dear wife are crying the most. I heard the big girl has already arrived. I looked at everyone. I want to say a lot. But I can't say anything. I don't know anything after exactly 2 minutes.
In this way many fathers are getting lost. And hundreds of sons and daughters are being deprived of father's affection. Maybe many people don't even know now, the secret of their father's death.
In this way we are constantly losing our beloved fathers.
Will this bad practice of ours not change ?? Why not ??