Hello friends
Assalamu Alaikum. how are you all Hope you are well. Today I will share a man's story with you. He is my childhood best friend. He is my best friend. Regular readers of my blog know that this kind of friend is common at our various picnics.
He is very simple minded. He is also very talented. Can manage many things at once. But his luck is bad. He could not complete his studies due to his poor family Finally, he decided to go out of the country. In any case, he has to work abroad to support his family. Besides, there is no other way. Because the burden of the family is on him. And there is always a lot of tension.
His flight was 11/09/2022. I had to say goodbye that day. When I am at home I go to the market every afternoon. He is the first thing we all remember when we go to the market. However, the reality is very difficult. That day, when I said goodbye to him and returned, I thought that if I go home from now on, I will not want to sit in the market in the afternoon.
The day I saw him off was a cold, rainy day. I had several other younger brothers with me. Everyone went together to say goodbye. Bus went from Agargaon to Uttara North. From there, take a bus to Laguna and then to the airport. I went to the airport and waited for him for a long time. He was at work at another place, coming from there a little late.
I was sitting under terminal number one of the airport and watching the rain. Drizzling rain cold environment. It was feeling quite cold. After a long wait, Setasu's friend came. We went to the top of the terminal. Went there and met him. The man is very depressed. He does not want to understand that he is upset and suffering while going. I took a selfie together. I thought I would hug him once. But I don't know why it didn't happen. He hurriedly went inside. I looked one way. I don't know when I will meet this man again.
When I was coming back, only one thing kept coming in my mind. That is that after four or five years he will come back again, then we will all have a big picnic. Chatting in the market will be regular. I am walking through the clean streets of the airport in the rain with an umbrella on my head and I am engrossed in various fantasies. The rains are falling like pearls around me.
