An original real life story
(It can not hold the tears of your life. Read the stories from the beginning to the end)
→ Tahmida Jannat, the daughter of cancer, has died. Her Facebook updates have shared one. I could not share the post. Reality is the thing, by showing it ......
Before you die, write status (you can not keep the tears of your eyes) -
His Facebook status was given exactly below.
7-3-2013 .........
Today is the seventh day of my cancer life. Parents did not dare to tell me the news. Sarin tells me my leukemia I could not understand how to laugh. I do not want cancer. Then why did he come to me? I wanted someone else ...
I do not want to get it.
13-7-2013 .........
Finally, I stopped going to school. Increasing bleeding. What a weird I used to pretend fever. And now I have to stay healthy to go to school. Poetic Justice
Cancer seems like a man with all the latest news of the past. This one does not like rain once. But now it seems that rain is its own. The sun seemed unbearable. The sun reminds me of my disability.
22-9-2013 .........
Today my friends came to see me. Aashi, Moumita, Sunny, Rion After a long time I spent a good time. But where the melody is cut off. I know they love me very much. Sunny was not looking in my eyes. Maybe in shame The relationship has ended nearly three months. Sunny slowly got away from hearing about my cancer. I know that he started to love mute. It was bad that they could have told me about it openly. What is the right to hear the truth is a cancer patient? Why does everyone act like this?
16-1-2014 .........
I have not written for a long time. It's too late. The disease has consumed me. Recently I remember Sanyaki very much. Do not call her phone. Cancer does not touch. But why so negligence. Nowadays, talking to Ryson will cut me. Introduce the boy to my phone. I love without any conditions But I have nothing to do. A cancer patient has no right to love or love anyone.
26-1-2014 .........
Come home with the second kimo. I was always looking for a little more khate about hair. Buy new brand shampoo conditioner Now they do not need anymore. There is no hair, what to do with shampoo. I have pulled out the dressing table from the house, telling the job bui. I do not like to look in the mirror. Meanwhile, the quarrel between the parents is increasing day by day. I know this relationship will not last long. Sleeping at midnight, I saw the father sitting close to my feet. What is the consequence of the marriage of love? Cancer is also better than love ...
2-2-2014 .........
After 26 hours my knowledge returned. I had a quarrel with Risan for a long time. I like to argue with him. Someone wants to quarrel in life. If you do not have to survive ...
13-3-2014 .........
In the last 48 hours, I was taken to a doctor. I tried my best with the doctors to win. But I know that winning will eventually lead to cancer. Not getting the power to write ...
Sanchi missed a lot. Although it should not be missed Cancer patients have no right to miss ...
25-5-2014 .........
This writing is probably going to be my last book. Writing the last strength is writing the writing. Among the things left behind is the part of the Diaryita Risan. The boy has God's ability to smile at people's face. And be very good. To write, write one inch of water in the corners of the eye. For whom this water is. I do not know. I miss it very much. Dad's mother, my little sister. I miss the friends. May be nice as Sunny. The maternal maid who sells in front of the school will also miss him. Well, what is selling in heaven is to sell. Do not think Another day was the hobby of survival. Regret Do not get what I want
[[Finally, his war ended on 27th May ... died.]]
