The memory of the mother within the village still cries: mother, I love you.

Md. Shabbir Hasan

The memory of the mother within the village still cries: mother, I love you.

The word mother is little, but as if it's a bother, there's nobody within the whole world quite her. Those who haven't a mother only can realize the emotions of a mother. Mother may be a great world.

I came to the present congested city of Dhaka at the start of 2014 for study and job. I even have lived in this city for about six years. At this point, if I wanted to urge 8 to 10 days of continuous leave, I might spend it with my parents within the village. I won’t stick with my mother during this holiday. I wont to cook with my mother, watch TV within the afternoon, what proportion more!

Before coming to Dhaka, I used to be my mother's personal assistant (PS). I lived with my mother all the time. I won’t help my mother in everything from cooking. I'm the eldest of three siblings. My younger brother then my sister. When the younger sister was born by cesarean delivery, the mother was ill for a full two months. All this point I used to be doing housework alone. When my mother was hospitalized for seven days after the surgery, I might cook for her and ride my bicycle to the Sadar Hospital, eight kilometers from the village, to require food. Even as the word mother is nice, so is having the ability to try something for the mother.

Today the entire world is now locked down during this disaster of coronavirus. Many of us have left Dhaka and gone to their villages to go to their relatives. But my wife and that I am in Dhaka due to the work. Already a month has passed. Before, it had been very difficult to return and attend the office a day, but now it's not. Because I can handle the responsibilities of the office sitting reception.

It's okay to be receiving all day, but I miss my mother every moment. Once I ask my mother on the phone, I cry tons. But I speak with a robust mind. If I forget to speak to my mother once and cry, I know, my mother will suffer tons. Because every mother doesn't get to analyze what her child is.

He hid his wife and visited the verandah, checked out the sky, and cried alone. I think, such an enormous holiday goes on everywhere the planet, while I'm imprisoned in these four walls in Dhaka. If only I could spend this point with my mother! I could pray with my father. We could all do sahri and iftar together. How nice.

However, I wrote tons just to offer a message, for those that unnecessarily wander outside even during this corona disaster. I would like to inform them that this chance to spend time together with your family may never return. So remember, stay home, and spend time with family. Remember, the planet you'll get after the lockdown is over might not are or are going to be a couple of generations before or after you.

Pandemic coronavirus (COVID-19) may be a great epidemic that has stop many things from our life. But this has taught us that what was the worth of those things almost we. Now we are missing more for that. I Hope, this will teach us to offer again the worth and respect of all things.