Our granny (free writing 20 minutes)

Then maybe 2005. I am in 10th class. My grandmother lived alone then. As a result of the cruelty of the relatives, the grandmother's working daughter also left the house at that time.

After the death of her husband, the mother of ten had a difficult time in her life. Not because of lack of money, but because people claiming to be close to him deported him. Although before and after that my grandmother always lived like a queen among all. He ruled over us or the whole neighborhood with self-respect till death.

Today I remember all those days when he was alone. I'm in pain. She was bursting into tears and trying to say, "Grandma, I would have kept you in my head if I had understood at that time how I can feel the pain of your loneliness now."

We can’t actually feel everything at the right time. When a thief escapes, his intelligence increases. Then the little man. Bodhatuku was not born.

At that time my brother-in-law used to go with his grandmother. Amma and I would cook as much as we could in the gaps. I would tidy up the house. I would comb my grandmother's hair and she would pray non-stop. Although Nani was a very active woman, she did not leave work for anyone. I have received so much care from my grandmother in my life that it is foolish to try to calculate her. I liked my grandmother's fridge and store room by hand. Nani's storeroom was full of good food. Her uncles and aunts used to send money from home and abroad and she never had to be short of money as she received money from her grandparents' pension. I have seen my grandmother spend her whole life with both hands. I haven't seen a lack, I haven't seen a day without jewelry. He used to have seven or eight loads of gold all the time. He loved jewelry. But that was the worst time of my grandmother's life. My grandmother, who lived with her head held high for the rest of her life, came to the end of her life and spent some time without any illusions. I saw my grandmother tormented by the pain of being alone, crying out to God. My grandmother was so God-fearing that in her lifetime she never gave up prayers. Granny used to read the Qur'an for hours at a time several times a day.

My grandmother was very kind. Mayawati was. His heart was the treasure of mercy. He had a deep love for people.

So one day in those dark days of 2005 I went to my grandmother's house. At noon of Chaitra, in the unsettled heat, the fields and ghats were buzzing. In the pond of my grandfather's house there was an open sitting tong made of betel tree. Where the western bill and the sky could be seen sitting. The gentle breeze of the open bill would have done a different kind of good work. So, when I reached Nanabari, I saw that there was no grandmother. I crossed the back yard and reached Tongay by the edge of the pond.

I saw granny stirring juice with a spoon in a large aluminum kettle. Big jar tangs sent by boys from abroad were not so available in Bangladesh at that time. Anyone would be very happy to be able to eat foreign tang.

So I asked- For whom is Grandma making such a big kettle? Will guests come?

Janice Boin, the workers are cutting paddy in the field this sun. How sweaty it has become. As soon as I came to the edge of the pond to perform ablution of Johar, I saw them working in the sun. Such people will be very happy to give a little sherbet. Will pray from the heart. The soul will be calm. Income kettle with them with a mug. And take a packet of biscuits. I told him to return the kettle after eating.

After drinking that juice that day, the laborers raised their hands and prayed for my grandmother. He said, "We have never seen such a soft-hearted woman. We have never received help by talking about lack. It never happened. May Allah always keep her well."

Today there is no grandmother for more than five years. Those hardworking people still shed tears remembering my grandmother.

"That brave doesn't die."

Grandma, non grandma! You sure are well in the grave. Are you there God is pleased with you, grandmother? You have fed so many starving people by the grace of God, you have taken the prayers of so many people, you have left thirty-three grandchildren who pray for you from the heart. Your children remember you. You know? Even after so many years, many remember you for your kind nature.

May Allah Almighty grant you forgiveness in the grave, grant you Jannatul Ferdous, make your grave a garden of paradise, Amen.

Today I am talking about my grandmother Mrs. Dil Safar Begum. The wife of a loyal government official and the mother of ten good children. Speaking of a jeweler. The story of an infamous compassionate majesty. Thirty-three of our grandchildren's granddaughter's favorite grandmother. About our relatives.

Yesterday I saw my grandmother in a dream, she was smiling and saying that she will go somewhere. I know that my grandmother is well with God, InshaAllah. My heart is burning for my grandmother, there is a strong wail in my chest. I have written this article with a bunch of tears in my throat.