Soon countless miserable and helpless people gathered on the bank of the Irrawaddy beside the moneylender's boat.
The faces of the two moneylenders looked pale like the faces of a dead man, they stood beside the boat in pain. But Malek Mia is not happy today, he took out a sack of rice from the boat with the help of the middlemen and started measuring the rice with his own hands.
The miserable people who did not get rice even after bringing money to Ikram Ali, got the rice they needed for free and their faces filled with laughter. They became five-faced in praise of the two mahajans.
Malek Mia is measuring the rice and listening to the great hearts of the two moneylenders. He says, "All of you, brothers, pray to God, may your best friend, the foreign moneylenders, live a long life, may they come to this country again and again and distribute food among you in this way."
In the words of Malek Mia, the faces of the two mahajans are becoming more black, they are just biting their lips but not being able to utter any utterance. Their throats seemed to be dry, their eyes were two fingers, their hair stood on end like a wooden doll.
Malek Mia and his companions are taking out a sack of rice from the hull of the boat and opening the mouth of the sack and putting it in the bag of the poor.
They are moving when the bag is full.
A group of empty sacks are advancing towards the boat, and a group is returning home with full sacks. Joy in the eyes of everyone, after how long they will be able to eat two full stomach!
Ikram Ali also stood by the moneylenders, having to give so much rice to people for free, it is no less painful scene. Yet he stands as a silent spectator.
After a while the shell of the huge boat became empty, only the empty sacks remained.
The two Mahajans sat down in the dust on the river bank with their hands on their heads, they had no words in their mouths.
Malek Mia got down from the boat after distributing the rice. He rubbed his hands together and said, "Sir, the great work you have done cannot be compared." The miserable people of Hajra village were starving to death, they are blessing you. You go back now. Where he came from.
Ikram Ali said - do not grieve. As long as we are alive, we will continue our business, whether by river or land - even if not by air - he said yes, he laughed a little - why the robber, the robber's father, the police could not stop our work, will not be able to. What do you say Malek, isn't it?
Yeah Al that sounds pretty crap to me, Looks like BT aint for me either.
What, what did I say?
Soon countless miserable and helpless people gathered on the bank of the Irrawaddy beside the moneylender's boat.
The faces of the two moneylenders looked pale like the faces of a dead man, they stood beside the boat in pain. But Malek Mia is not happy today, he took out a sack of rice from the boat with the help of the middlemen and started measuring the rice with his own hands.
The miserable people who did not get rice even after bringing money to Ikram Ali, got the rice they needed for free and their faces filled with laughter. They became five-faced in praise of the two mahajans.
Malek Mia is measuring the rice and listening to the great hearts of the two moneylenders. He says, "All of you, brothers, pray to God, may your best friend, the foreign moneylenders, live a long life, may they come to this country again and again and distribute food among you in this way."
In the words of Malek Mia, the faces of the two mahajans are becoming more black, they are just biting their lips but not being able to utter any utterance. Their throats seemed to be dry, their eyes were two fingers, their hair stood on end like a wooden doll.
Malek Mia and his companions are taking out a sack of rice from the hull of the boat and opening the mouth of the sack and putting it in the bag of the poor.
They are moving when the bag is full.
A group of empty sacks are advancing towards the boat, and a group is returning home with full sacks. Joy in the eyes of everyone, after how long they will be able to eat two full stomach!
Ikram Ali also stood by the moneylenders, having to give so much rice to people for free, it is no less painful scene. Yet he stands as a silent spectator.
After a while the shell of the huge boat became empty, only the empty sacks remained.
The two Mahajans sat down in the dust on the river bank with their hands on their heads, they had no words in their mouths.
Malek Mia got down from the boat after distributing the rice. He rubbed his hands together and said, "Sir, the great work you have done cannot be compared." The miserable people of Hajra village were starving to death, they are blessing you. You go back now. Where he came from.
Ikram Ali said - do not grieve. As long as we are alive, we will continue our business, whether by river or land - even if not by air - he said yes, he laughed a little - why the robber, the robber's father, the police could not stop our work, will not be able to. What do you say Malek, isn't it?
Yeah Al that sounds pretty crap to me, Looks like BT aint for me either.
What, what did I say?