Little moments ...... Precious feelings
Yesterday, my father visited my office, if I use the word "visited" it would be wrong because we came together in office as he didn't allow to move alone without car during hartal. Though I have rickshaw phobia, I enjoyed the ride with my baba in traffic jam free road. We had interesting, sometimes serious discussion, mostly related with Kader Mollah. No, I'm not writing anything related with "pain & gain" of the nation. As I wanted to get rid of that strange judgment issue, I'm trying to concentrate my mind in different issues .... I'm writing on a dad & a daughter's interesting discussion. After reaching my office room what my baba liked most was the glass wall from where he could see the Sobhanbagh road during hartal. It was a different Sobhanbagh ... so calm & quiet! Thanks to Raju bhai who helped me to get a good view by changing the whole glass wall. "CHANGE"... That's the perfect word which we need in our life. When I thought to resign from my previous working place, University of Development Alternative (UODA), my respected VC sir, Professor Dr Emajuddin Ahmed asked me, "Ma, amake boloto keno tumi amader chere chole jete chachho?" I felt like crying. His fatherly voice was so touchy! I controlled my emotions & answered, "Sir, the love & respect, I achieved in UODA is unparallel. Every individual person in UODA is so gentle to me; I don't have anything to say about them. Specially you .... I know, nowhere I will get a father figure like you but I need CHANGE." Sir provided me an experience letter which is the most precious letter in my life. In a line he mentioned, "Farhana does her assigned work religiously." I kept that letter with my baba's letters. Yes my baba, he loves to write me letters. And I must say some are just master piece. Last year he wrote a letter from Kenya, he wrote just two lines, "I'm beside the beautiful sea shore, thinking about my lovely daughter...." I phoned him & said, "If anyone reads your letter he will think I'm a kid of 3 or 4 years." Baba said, "Chokh bondho korle ami tomar oi somoytakei dekhte pai."My baba, sitting peacefully on my office chair, asked me, "Have you written anything new?" I started on my PC and the desktop background was visible to him ..... looking there, he read out loudly,
I know, I'll WIN, if not IMMEDIATELY but DEFINITELY .....he smiled & added "InshALLAH!" He knows I change my desktop background, set different sayings there which I believe. Baba said, "Ok now write some words ....." I followed his sayings ..... the words were as follows
Little drops of water
Little grains of sand,
Make the mighty ocean,
And the pleasant land.
So the little moments,
Humble though they be,
Make the mighty ages
Of eternity.
So our little errors
Lead the soul away
From the path of virtue,
Far in sin to stray.
Little deeds of kindness,
Little words of love,
Make our earth Happy,
Like the heaven above.
Yes, I was writing & unconsciously went back to my past when baba used to teach me different rhymes .... It was my precious childhood for which I always say, "I was a blessed child." . It's more than 6 pm now! I've to leave office soon because from 9 am I only had desk job for unusual hartal. No students .... no movement .... 9 hours plus time on office chair .... result is back pain. Pain .... how long one can adjust with pain? Again I'm just thinking about the situation of Bangladesh. The whole nation is suffering from pain .... How long will this country suffer?! I don't know .....no one knows!