Yesterday I went to visit a friend's house in Motijheel. Motijheel is located in Dhaka district. And Motijheel, how many childhood friends do I have? I haven't seen them for a long time. I was a little free yesterday because of my busy schedule, so I went there. I live in Shyamoli, Dhaka. The distance from my house to my friends' house is 12 kilometers. The most convenient way to travel is by bus. It took me about 2 hours to walk the 12 km road. There was a lot of traffic jam yesterday so I was late for the traffic jam in our capital city. People could not travel in peace. Yesterday I also had a tie, no matter what, it has become our habit. I got off the bus at Motijheel Shapla Chattar. My eyes first went to Shapla Chattar and saw that it looks very beautiful. Then I took a picture. Then, as I was about to get on the rickshaw, I saw a freak begging on the left side of the road, and I saw him sitting on the sidewalk. Then I talk to him and listen to everything. Who lives in the family and where is the village house. He and his wife are in his family and their only son and one daughter are married. He doesn't see his parents. There are many such boys and girls in our society who run their families by begging their sons and daughters and their children do not take any news. Better a poor horse than no horse at all. And his village home is in Dinajpur.
This is shapla chattar.
He is the beggar whose name is Usman Mia.
After meeting our friends, we all took pictures together. These pictures will be remembered at some point.
On the way back from Motijheel I went to the Neuro Science Hospital where my aunt was admitted to see her.
This is my 2nd post so I still don't know the exact rules for posting on Steam. So I say if I have done anything wrong then everyone will forgive me. Next time I will come among you with something better inshaAllah. I wish you all the best.
Thank you everyone
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