I AM A FROG.

PHOTO CREDIT:GMB AKASH(FAMOUS BANGLADESHI PHOTOGRAPHER)
It feels like I'm a ruler when I go on the top of the prepare. I feel so free and content with my different companions. Amid the entire day we go on the best. Over the most recent a half year I have ventured out to bunches of spots. I never knew there were heaps of spots to go to. My companions ridicule me calling me a frog from a well and snicker. I don't recognize what that implies yet this influences me to giggle when they call me Bang(frog ).

After my dad's passing my mom left us with our uncle and went to Saudi Arabia to work. My mom sends cash for us yet they don't nourish us sustenance legitimately. My sister and I were working like jackasses consistently. They beat us with no reason. Consistently it was a discipline to be with them. They were not this barbarous when my dad was alive. That day my close relative was beating my sister and getting her hair. I asked my sister, Sanjida to accompany me while I was getting away from that Hell yet she cannot. She is 4 years more seasoned than me. I think she is a trick on the grounds that aside from crying she can't do anything. She was additionally crying the minute she was giving me her everything cash: what she was gathering for herself for quite a while. I would not like to take it yet she constrained me and put it in my pocket. I lost all that cash the main night while I was considering the station stage. I don't know how much cash there was. In any case, I can state, my pocket was brimming with it. I never cried so much that day when I discovered that I lost my cash.

Presently I am filling in as a watchman and what cash individuals give me is sufficient for my living. I am happy;at minimum I am not in that hellfire any longer. Throughout the previous 2 months I have been laying down with my road companions in the heap of jute sacks and it's extremely warm. For the most recent few days, I haven't gone to ride the highest point of the prepare. At the point when the prepare keeps running in the driving rain wind your exposed body feels like somebody is cutting your skin with a blade.

I miss my sister. Consistently while I endeavor to rest I miss her. Whatever great nourishment I eat once in a while, I miss her. I am stressed over her and I feel frustrated about her. Possibly due to me she needs to work twofold! Now and again I consider returning home for her and taking her with me. I wish I could take her out from that Hell one day. – Sakib 8

REWRITE:TOWHID UZ ZAMAN
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