During our sixth grade, we would always come out of school and eat some foods like ice creams and cold drinks. They would be sold outside the campus. Every day, I would notice a small boy standing there and crying about his mother being very ill and that he needed to buy medicines for her. I ignored him for a few weeks but could not do it anymore. So on day, I went up to him and bought him an ice cream and gave him 100 taka to buy medicine for his mother. He was very happy and ran off. I felt very good and got on my car and headed towards home. Our car stood on a signal when I spotted the small boy in front of a shop. To my surprise, rather than buying medicines for his mother, he bought three packets of cigarettes. After buying them he came outside the shop and threw down the ice cream I bought him. Then, he took out a lighter and lighted one of the cigarettes and started smoking. I could not believe my eyes. He was barely twelve years old and he was smoking! Furthermore, citizens saw him but no one cared enough to try and stop him. Is this what poverty is doing to us!
বুধবার, ২১ সেপ্টেম্বর, ২০১১
Time or Life
Time or Life?
The other day I was going home from school like usual. We stood at a traffic signal near Banani when I noticed that another car, not following the red light, rushed past us. I looked away with a sigh noticing the wrong doings of the driver. Suddenly, I heard a loud screeching noise. I opened the window to see the car bumped into another jeep and rolled across the lane. Instantly, it caught fire and the windows broke shooting bits of glasses around. Within moments, people gathered around the car to see if there was anyone inside. Hurriedly, two men were taken to the hospital for their severe injuries while one woman was announced spot dead. These kinds of accidents are happening everyday in our lives. Maybe the driver was driving fast to reach some place in time. Even then, we should not try to save time where it can cost us our own lives. It’s high time that we start maintaining the traffic rules. After all, nothing is more important than your own life.
My Precious Duster
My Precious Duster
During our fifth grade, we used to have a language teacher whom none of us could stand. Whenever she entered the class room, she would only bang the duster and shout. We even asked our supervisor to change the teacher. After her refusal, we decided to do something on our own. So one day, we took the duster and threw it out of the window. When she came to the class, she started looking for the duster. She asked us the whereabouts of her precious item and we all told her that we had no clue. Finally she called in the supervisor. She started screaming and claimed justice. At last she cooled down when the supervisor said that she will be given two new dusters. After her class was over, we all rejoiced to see the huge drama our action caused and planned to do the same with the new dusters. But the next time we went to do the same, um… let’s not talk about that…
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