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đ āĻšৃāĻĻā§āĻŦিāĻĻাāϰāĻ āĻāϞ্āĻĒ: "āĻļেāώ āĻিāĻ ি"
đ Heartbreaking Story: "The Last Letter"
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āϰাāϤুāϞেāϰ āĻীāĻŦāύāĻা āĻিāϞ āĻāĻেāĻŦাāϰে āϏাāϧাāϰāĻŖ। āĻ্āϰাāĻŽে āĻোāĻ্āĻ āĻāĻ āĻুঁā§েāĻāϰে āϤাāϰ āĻāύ্āĻŽ। āĻŦাāĻŦা āĻĻিāύāĻŽāĻুāϰ, āĻŽা āĻৃāĻšিāĻŖী। āĻ
āĻাāĻŦেāϰ āϏংāϏাāϰে āĻāĻāĻু āĻাāϞো āĻাāĻŦাāϰ āĻুāĻāϤ āύা, āύāϤুāύ āĻাāĻŽাāĻাāĻĒā§ āĻিāϞ āϏ্āĻŦāĻĒ্āύেāϰ āĻŽāϤো।
Ratul's life was simple. He was born in a small village hut. His father was a day laborer, and his mother was a homemaker. In their poor household, even a decent meal was a luxury, and new clothes were a distant dream.
āĻিāύ্āϤু āϰাāϤুāϞেāϰ āĻোāĻে āĻিāϞ āĻāĻāϰাāĻļ āϏ্āĻŦāĻĒ্āύ। āϏে āĻĒā§াāϞেāĻা āĻāϰে āĻŦā§ āĻšāϤে āĻেā§েāĻিāϞ, āĻŦাāĻŦাāϰ āĻāώ্āĻ āĻāĻŽাāϤে āĻেā§েāĻিāϞ।
But Ratul had big dreams. He wanted to study, to grow up and reduce his father's hardships.
āĻিāύ্āϤু āĻĻāϰিāĻĻ্āϰāϤা āϤাāϰ āϏ্āĻŦāĻĒ্āύেāϰ āĻĒāĻĨে āĻŦাāϧা āĻšā§ে āĻĻাঁā§াāϞ। āĻ
āώ্āĻāĻŽ āĻļ্āϰেāĻŖিāϤে āĻĒā§াāϰ āϏāĻŽā§ āĻŦাāĻŦা āĻšāĻ াā§ āĻ
āϏুāϏ্āĻĨ āĻšā§ে āĻĒā§েāύ।
But poverty stood in his way. When he was in eighth grade, his father suddenly fell ill.
āĻিāĻিā§āϏাāϰ āĻাāĻা āύেāĻ, āĻāϰে āĻাāϞ-āĻĄাāϞāĻ āĻĢুāϰিā§ে āĻāϏāĻে। āĻŽা āĻĻিāύেāϰ āĻĒāϰ āĻĻিāύ āύা āĻেā§ে āĻĨাāĻেāύ, āϝাāϤে āϰাāϤুāϞ āĻ
āύ্āϤāϤ āĻāĻ āĻŦেāϞা āĻেāϤে āĻĒাāϰে।
There was no money for treatment, and their food supply was running low. His mother starved herself so that Ratul could eat at least once a day.
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āĻāĻāĻĻিāύ āϰাāϤে, āĻŦাāĻŦা āĻ
āύেāĻ āĻāώ্āĻে āĻāĻ ে āĻŦāϏāϞেāύ। āĻেāϞেāĻে āĻাāĻে āĻĄাāĻāϞেāύ।
One night, his father struggled to sit up and called Ratul close.
"āĻŦাāĻŦা, āĻāĻŽি āĻŦোāϧāĻšā§ āĻāϰ āĻŦাঁāĻāĻŦ āύা। āϤুāĻ āϝāĻĻি āĻĒাāϰিāϏ, āĻāĻŽাāĻĻেāϰ āϏংāϏাāϰāĻাāĻে āĻŦাঁāĻাāϏ।"
"Son, I don’t think I will survive. If you can, take care of our family."
āϰাāϤুāϞেāϰ āĻোāĻে āĻāϞ āĻāϞে āĻāϞ। āϏে āĻĒ্āϰāϤিāĻ্āĻা āĻāϰāϞ, āĻিāĻু āĻāĻāĻা āĻāϰāϤেāĻ āĻšāĻŦে।
Tears welled up in Ratul’s eyes. He promised himself that he would do something, anything.
āĻĒāϰāĻĻিāύ āĻļāĻšāϰে āĻিā§ে āĻাāĻ āĻুঁāĻāϤে āϞাāĻāϞ। āĻিāύ্āϤু āĻ
āĻĒ্āϰাāĻĒ্āϤāĻŦā§āϏ্āĻ āĻšāĻā§াā§ āĻেāĻ āĻাāĻ āĻĻিāϤে āϰাāĻি āύā§।
The next day, he went to the city looking for work. But being underage, no one wanted to hire him.
āĻļেāώে āĻāĻ āĻ্āϝাāϰেāĻে āĻাāĻ āĻĒেāϞ, āĻĻিāύে ā§§ā§Ļā§Ļ āĻাāĻা āĻŽāĻুāϰি। āĻāĻ āĻাāĻা āĻĻিā§ে āϏংāϏাāϰ āĻāϞāϤ āύা, āĻŦাāĻŦাāϰ āĻāώুāϧ āĻেāύাāϰ āϤো āĻĒ্āϰāĻļ্āύāĻ āĻāĻ ে āύা।
Finally, he found a job at a garage, earning 100 taka a day. It wasn’t enough for his family’s survival, let alone his father’s medicine.
āĻāĻāĻĻিāύ āϏে āĻļুāύāϞ, āĻļāĻšāϰে āĻāĻ āĻĻাāϞাāϞ āĻŦিāĻĻেāĻļে āĻাāĻেāϰ āĻŦ্āϝāĻŦāϏ্āĻĨা āĻāϰে āĻĻেā§। āĻ
āύেāĻ āĻাāĻা āϞাāĻāĻŦে, āĻিāύ্āϤু āϏুāϝোāĻ āĻĒেāϞে āĻĒāϰিāĻŦাāϰāĻে āĻŦাঁāĻাāύো āϝাāĻŦে।
One day, he heard about a broker who helped people go abroad for work. It required a lot of money, but if he succeeded, he could save his family.
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āϏে āϰাāϤেāϰ āĻ
āύ্āϧāĻাāϰে āĻŦাā§ি āĻাā§āϞ, āĻĻাāϞাāϞেāϰ āĻšাāϤ āϧāϰে āϏীāĻŽাāύ্āϤ āĻĒাā§ি āĻĻিāϞ।
He left home under the cover of darkness and crossed the border with the broker.
āϏāĻĢāϰāĻা āĻā§ংāĻāϰ āĻিāϞ। āĻ্āϰাāĻে āĻāϰে āϝেāϤে āϝেāϤে āĻļ্āĻŦাāϏ āϰোāϧ āĻšā§ে āĻāϏāĻিāϞ। āĻিāĻু āĻŽাāϰা āĻেāϞ, āĻিāύ্āϤু āϰাāϤুāϞ āĻŦেঁāĻে āϰāĻāϞ।
The journey was terrifying. Many people suffocated in the packed trucks. Some died. But Ratul survived.
āĻŦিāĻĻেāĻļে āĻĒৌঁāĻাāύোāϰ āĻĒāϰ āĻĻেāĻāϞ, āϝা āĻāĻļা āĻāϰেāĻিāϞ āϤাāϰ āĻিāĻুāĻ āĻšā§āύি। āϤাāĻে āĻāĻāĻা āĻাāϰāĻাāύাā§ āĻŦāύ্āĻĻি āĻāϰে āϰাāĻা āĻšāϞো, āĻĒ্āϰāϤিāĻĻিāύ ā§§ā§Ŧ āĻāĻŖ্āĻা āĻাāĻ āĻāϰাāύো āĻšāϞো, āĻাāĻŦাāϰ āĻ িāĻāĻŽāϤো āĻĻেāĻā§া āĻšāϤো āύা।
When he reached his destination, he realized he had been deceived. He was locked in a factory, forced to work 16 hours a day, given little food.
āĻā§েāĻ āĻŽাāϏ āĻĒāϰ, āĻāĻāĻĻিāύ āϏে āĻৌāĻļāϞে āĻĒাāϞিā§ে āϝাā§।
Months later, he managed to escape.
āĻĒāĻĨে āĻ্āώুāϧাā§, āϤৃāώ্āĻŖাā§ āĻĒā§ে āĻিā§ে āĻ্āĻাāύ āĻšাāϰাā§। āĻāĻ āĻŦ্āϝāĻ্āϤি āϤাāĻে āĻāĻĻ্āϧাāϰ āĻāϰে āĻšাāϏāĻĒাāϤাāϞে āĻāϰ্āϤি āĻāϰāϞেāύ।
But on his way, he collapsed from hunger and exhaustion. A kind stranger found him and took him to a hospital.
āϏুāϏ্āĻĨ āĻšāĻā§াāϰ āĻĒāϰ āϏে āĻাāύāϞ, āĻāĻ āĻŦ্āϝāĻ্āϤিāĻ āϤাāϰ āύāϤুāύ āĻĒāĻĨāĻĒ্āϰāĻĻāϰ্āĻļāĻ।
After he recovered, that same man offered him a real job and helped him send money home.
āϤāĻŦে āĻ
āύেāĻ āĻĻেāϰি āĻšā§ে āĻিā§েāĻিāϞ।
But it was too late.
āϝāĻāύ āϏে āĻŦাā§ি āĻĢিāϰāϞ, āϤāĻāύ āĻŦাāĻŦা āĻāϰ āĻŦেঁāĻে āύেāĻ। āĻŽা āϤাāĻে āĻĻেāĻে āĻšাāĻāĻŽাāĻ āĻāϰে āĻাঁāĻĻāϞেāύ।
When he finally returned home, his father was no more. His mother sobbed uncontrollably upon seeing him.
āϰাāϤুāϞ āĻাঁāĻĻāϞ, āĻিāύ্āϤু āĻোāύো āĻāϤ্āϤāϰ āĻĒেāϞ āύা।
Ratul cried too, but there was no answer.
āϤাāϰ āĻšাāϤেāϰ āĻাāĻāĻে āĻিāϞ āĻāĻāĻা āĻিāĻ ি—āĻŦাāĻŦাāϰ āϞেāĻা āĻļেāώ āĻিāĻ ি।
In his hands, he held a letter—his father’s last words.
"āĻŦাāĻŦা, āĻāĻŽি āĻাāύি āϤুāĻ āĻāĻŽাāĻĻেāϰ āĻāύ্āϝ āϏāĻŦ āĻāϰāĻিāϏ। āĻিāύ্āϤু āĻāĻŽি āĻāϰ āĻĒাāϰāϞাāĻŽ āύা। āϤোāϰ āĻĒāĻĨ āĻāϞোāĻিāϤ āĻšোāĻ।"
"Son, I know you are doing everything for us. But I couldn’t hold on any longer. May your path be bright."
āϰাāϤুāϞ āϏেāĻ āĻিāĻ ি āĻŦুāĻেāϰ āĻাāĻে āĻেāĻĒে āϧāϰāϞ। āĻāĻ āϤাāϰ āĻ
āύেāĻ āĻাāĻা, āĻ
āύেāĻ āϏুāϝোāĻ। āĻিāύ্āϤু āĻŦাāĻŦাāĻে āĻĢিāϰে āĻĒাāĻā§াāϰ āĻোāύো āĻĒāĻĨ āύেāĻ।
Ratul held the letter close to his heart. He had money now, and many opportunities. But no way to bring his father back.
đ āĻāϞ্āĻĒেāϰ āĻļিāĻ্āώা:
đ Moral of the Story:
āĻāĻ āĻĒৃāĻĨিāĻŦীāϤে āĻাāĻা-āĻĒā§āϏা āĻ
āύেāĻ āĻুāϰুāϤ্āĻŦāĻĒূāϰ্āĻŖ, āĻিāύ্āϤু āϏāĻŽā§েāϰ āĻেā§ে āĻŽূāϞ্āϝāĻŦাāύ āĻিāĻুāĻ āύেāĻ।
Money is important, but time is priceless.
āϝাāĻĻেāϰ āĻাāϞোāĻŦাāϏি, āϤাāĻĻেāϰ āϏāĻ্āĻে āϝāϤāĻা āϏāĻŽ্āĻāĻŦ āϏāĻŽā§ āĻাāĻাāύো āĻāĻিāϤ, āĻাāϰāĻŖ āĻিāĻু āĻšাāϰাāϞে āĻāϰ āĻĢিāϰে āĻĒাāĻā§া āϝাā§ āύা।
We should spend as much time as possible with our loved ones because once they are gone, we can never bring them back.
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