A father-in-law Islamic story

A father-in-law Islamic story:

Dhaka-Chittagong train, I see a sick old man sitting on the opposite side. The gentleman in the face of the gentleman was unable to show the ticket, as one of the accused in the murder case. I could not tolarate the abusive language of ticket counter man. In a bit harsh words I said: "How much with TT Sahib Fine? I'll give it."

Ticket counter man said: "Why would you give?
I:" What do you mean by that? Cut the receipt with the money. "
I handed the receipt to the old man and said:" Father,
keep the receipt. It may take the way. "
Weeping old man said:" You are my son, I saved the honors. "
The situation for the usual gentle hemse said:
" Where are you at? " The old man said:" That's a history. Do you have time to listen? "

Me: "Sure, say it."
The elder said: "I was a B.Sc teacher at Kamrangi Char, Sheikh Jamal High School ."
The teacher heard me: "Sir, tell me what you mean."

Sir:.. "Twenty-two years after hearing the word sir, I was able to hold the water in my mouth."
Tissue continued: "Sir, tell your story."
Sir: "Twenty-three-year-old twin boys and a daughter died at birth. I never married them again. I raised my head at Kamarangi's grave. I raised my children with my parents. The older son passed civil engineering from BUET. The younger boy passed away from Dhaka Medical. "

Me: "What did you teach the girl?"
Sir: "What are the ideas of people in the lower middle class who get educated in writing to the girl? The next house will go away. Instead of educating the boy, the old man will get a little shaking head.
We are a father in a very selfish nation. He married with intermediate girl. The girl was good. "
Me: "Then?"
Sir: "I married both boys. At the request of both the boys, they sold the land and the older son bought a flat in Paltan and the younger boy bought a flat in Uttara."
Me: "You owe nothing to the girl?"
Weeping sir: "That is a big mistake. The decision of the boy's wife is to go to the big boy's house from 5 to 5 per month and to leave the suitcase of the little boy 5-5. The girl has said many times," Abba, you come to me. How long will I take a face? The left side hurts. "
Me: "
With a good laugh, sir: "The doctor told the younger Bouma and how many days to stay. She threw the suitcase out in English and said" See you next month. I went to the older son's house and got locked up. Talk. There's no money to buy poison in your pocket. So I thought the girl was the last resort. "
Me: "What does a girl do?"
Sir: "The husband is very good. Both of them are in the private bank after receiving computer science from Shahjalal."
Me: "If your daughter doesn't accept you."
Sir: "If you hold your daughter's feet and cry, don't let me down."
Me: "So much confidence? Does the girl know you're coming?"
Sir: "No, I don't have a mobile."
Me: "Number one, I'm talking."
Sir: "No, my father, I cannot ask for forgiveness on my daughter's mobile. If she forbids it later."
I'm saying your daughter Conodin won't let her parents down.
By adding a number from the diary, I turned on the speaker and dial:
"Hello, are you Shahana?"
On the other side: "Yes, who says?"
Me: "Calling for a Good News."
The other end: "What's the good news?"
Me: "In a little while, your father, Sir, will be at the train station."
The girl shouted: "Hear this, Abba is coming. Let's go to the station. How long do you see Abba? Keep moving father, your brother is coming, let's go to the station."

After a while, the train was running slow at the station. I looked through the window. A woman with a simple at-home husband / child was looking for a passenger with a keen interest. Upon seeing it, I asked Sir: "Your daughter?"
Sir said in a very nervous tone: "Yes mother."
I warn them they come to the door. The husband took the broken suitcase of Sir and touched his feet. The girl hugged her father and wept. Tears filled me with sir's lips. The train was on its way. Meyer, son-in-law and grandson were taking Sir and moving slowly and looking at the train.

The girl's cry seemed like the mother had returned to her lost child after a long time.
Looking down at the sky, I thought: "If my father were alive today, I would not have been deprived of this joy."
So we should respect our father and mother....
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