Bismillahir Rahmanir Rahim
How are you all friends I hope you are well, I am well too. Welcome to one more post of mine.
You all know I am a teacher, I used to teach in a madrasa in Chapainawabganj. The madrasa was closed two years ago due to Corona, along with my salary. The madrasa was run on a project under the Government of Bangladesh, which was under the auspices of the Islamic Foundation.
These two years have not been in my madrasa, but the madrasa has been open from time to time. Yesterday, my teacher suddenly called me and told me to come to the madrasa. There are some things that need to be done. There are some forms in it that need to be filled. Once the forms are filled and submitted, the madrasa will reopen, and the salary will start.
After breakfast yesterday morning I left Dhaka for home. I reached home around twelve o'clock. I will leave for Chapainawanganj at four o'clock from home, but my son will not let me come. My two sons started crying. Initially, I left my two sons at their grandfather's house and moved to Chapainawabganj.
He came to Sirajganj Road and got in the car to come to Chapainawabganj. I reached Chapainawabganj around 10 pm. Then I came to the madrasa around eleven o'clock at night, now I am in the madrasa. Everyone will pray that my job will be fine.
Thanks everyone for reading my post today.
I am ending today with the wish that everyone will be well, healthy and safe.