For the last three months I have been living far away from my beautiful wife, Shokhina. My only fear is to die without seeing her face in front of me. I never spent a single day without seeing her after I woke up in the morning. She was the meaning of my happiness. Now during the whole day I can’t even talk to anybody. The entire day I only think about my Shokhina .All day long I keep waiting for my son to be back so I can call my wife. One week ago I called her and she was crying silently.
During the last 40 years, I never spent a single day without her. We used to drink tea together in the morning with the same mug. When I was leaving for the city, she gave me that mug by putting it inside my bag without telling me. For the last three months I never had tea in the morning. I feel like crying loudly when I see that mug. My life becomes empty without my Shokhina.
I was not able to do any work in my village and my younger son is not capable to keep and feed my wife and me. He is struggling to manage his own family. Last June I came to Dhaka with my elder son and left my Shokhina with all my happiness. In this tiny room in Dhaka I and my four grandchildren, my elder son and his wife live. I sleep on the floor with my grandchildren; sometimes I sleep outside with the hard mat.
A week ago I started selling vegetables on the street. It’s keeping me busy and also I can earn a little money. Today I brought a light green saree for Shokhina so she can wear it during Eid day. This will be my first Eid without my Shokhina. I am planning to save money and in six months I will rent a room in this slum and will bring my Shokhina to me. _ Hanif Mia 70
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