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I’m going to leave.

I’m going to leave this huge sky.

I’m leaving the drunk wind in the south.

I’m going out today, not doing those small mistakes, I am perfect today.

Today I am going, leaving the white clouds of my poetry with you, look, they are chasing me to touch me, but I’m going away from them, I’m going away, far away.

Gemini, if you forgive me, I am leaving without telling you.

Because I’m going to a place where nobody wants to go, and if it never goes back once.

I’m flying like free birds today.

No one can touch me today.

I’m going to leave you, I’m going to leave you, this beautiful blue-green fig tree in my poem.

I’m going to leave, I’m leaving.

https://zakirgipsy.blogspot.com/2017/06/im-going-to-leave.html

‘What is poverty, I have realized the meaning of it’

I was born in an Ajapargaon in Jamalpur district. Walking on foot or cycling for 14 kilometers away. My uncle Mafizuddin was the only metric pass in the whole village. My father is a poor landless peasant. We have five brothers, three sisters. We ate no time to eat without eating and we had our own.

My grandfather’s financial position was rough. But he did not place my father in his house. We had so many brothers and sisters and parents in a small house far away from our grandfather’s house. Mother received a small portion of her grandfather’s property from her father’s house. It bought three big has of land. The father used to do many difficulties in the land which was inappropriate for cultivation, he used to eat 5/6 months a year. Poverty is what I realized in my heart – there is no food, no clothes to wear; what a situation!

My mother knew little education. To him, I started my studies. Then we got admitted to primary school beside the house. But there is so much lack in my family that when I got up to class III, I did not have the opportunity to continue my studies. The elder brother also went to work to leave school before. I had to go back to the path of learning and go to study.

We had a cow and a few Khasi. I used to keep them on the field from morning till evening. In the afternoon I used to sell cow’s milk and go to market. Thus, the income of two brothers, which I used to earn, was somehow cutting the day. After a few days, I used to get a drink-bait shop with eight rupees from the sale of milk. Every morning, I used to sit in the shop till dusk. I stopped studying, I did not even dream!

One afternoon, the elder brother said, today will be played on the school ground. I have a clear feeling, then I have no clothes to wear. After singing and singing, I’m going to watch the drama with my brother. I shook the school! Nice environment around me happy! I thought I could be like everyone else. I decided to return to school again.

On the way home to see the drama, I told the elder brother, cannot I return to school again? Whether it is my point of view or a sad look, or any other reason, the brother thought of it. He said, OK, talk with Hadeser tomorrow.

The next day two brothers went to school again. The elder brother kept me standing outside the room of Hader’s room and went inside. I am standing outside and listening clearly, brothers say that I have the opportunity to participate in the annual examination. But the head of the Hades said in despair, with all the education! My head went down after listening to sir. As much as I had hoped to go to school, all of the words of sir became dusty. Nevertheless, the elder brother insisted on giving me permission to experiment. Only three months left after the test. I said to my mother, I have to give three months leave. I will not stay here anymore because there is no food in the house, no clothes to wear and I have no books, but I have to pass the exam.

Mom said, where was that? I said, my first classmate and now the first person in the class will go to Mozammel’s house. I have a girlfriend with her mother. The number of days I spoke, it seems to be a very good person. I believe he cannot give me back.

I went to the house of Dauri Dauri Mozammel’s. Khallama sadly agreed to say everything open. My food and accommodation jumped; the new life begins I started learning again. In the future, remembering the absurdity of Hauser’s mind; Study better.

Testing began in time. I finish the test one and I am getting excited. My confidence is also increasing. On the day of the publication, I went to school and sat in the first row. The results of the Hedge has come. I noticed, how he felt hesitant to read. Looking at me at the front. Then announced the results. I’m the first! The elder brother wept on hearing the news. I was just stupid – just like it was supposed to happen.

On his way back home, he’s an amazing scene. I and my brothers are walking with pride. And behind one group, children are crying about me, chanting slogans. The response to myself! My illiterate father, the first and the last to say the same- he is also happy; just understood that the boy did something special. When I heard that I got upstairs, pick up a new book, the next day, took me to the Khasita market and sold it for Taka 12. Then I went to Jamalpur with me. We bought new books from the Nabanur library here.

My life has changed completely now. I go to school every day. I worked for the rest of my life. I have already fallen in love with the Sara Jane. Fayez Maulavi Sir took care of me like his child. I first went to Fifth grade in my affection, care, affection. Soon, the only metric pass in village Mafizuddin uncle inquired about me. I got shelter in my house.

After completing primary education, I was admitted to Dighapate junior high school. Uncle is the teacher of the school. Other teachers also knew about my struggle. So everyone would love to love more and more.

When I would go from class VI to class VIII, then one day one uncle showed me an advertisement cut and showed me. That was the advertisement of admission in Cadet College. In time, we completed the form. Need to say, my name was Ataur Rahman. But in the cadet college admission form, my name of the school’s father Atiur Rahman wrote to Chacha, this boy will be a big one day. There are many atauras in the country. His name needs to be a little different; so let’s do it.

I was preparing to study at night to wake up. On the scheduled day, I went to the examination with an uncle. My first visit to Mymensingh in my life. I went to see everything eye Cara Keg ache! I am only so much of my son, after the pajamas and sponges! I did not think it was good. Unnecessary trouble whatever the test; I would not have thought. But after two months I received the letter, I was elected. Now we have to go to Dhaka Cantonment for the final examination.

Everyone is very happy; only I am disappointed. I do not have pants, which will go later. At the end, I borrowed the fundraiser of the school Konini Kanai Lal Biswas. And a shirt is a giggle. I went to Dhaka, unknown to uncle. I taught uncle, I would stand in front of the door to take oral exams, say, ma’am-in-in-Sir? I said right. But in such a loud voice I said that all the people were laughing loudly.

One of the examiners is M, the principal of Mirzapur Cadet College. W. Pete ignored me and ignored everything. He made me sit in love. In the moment, he became very close to me. I felt that if I had him I would have no fear. Pet Sir took a note of my written exam table. Then he talked with other testers in English. I did not understand everything but realized that I liked them. But they did not say anything. The next day I returned home after visiting Dhaka city. Regularly studied in the study. Because I have taken it, I will not have a chance.

Suddenly the letter came three months later. I was finally elected. 150 taka for the month. Of this, 100 rupees will be given scholarship and the remaining 50 rupees will be provided to my family. The letter broke down after reading the letter. Where my family is not guaranteed to eat at least three times, I am being a man in my uncle’s house, where we cannot even think of paying 50 rupees per month!

When this happened, my grandfather used to say the first time. After so many years the grandson (me) searched for me. He took me to another cousin and said, can you not be able to get me a grand grandson while you are there? But their condition was not very good. They said, we will get 50 rupees once, but it is not possible every month. Dada also understood the matter.

I did not see any other hope light, I went to Fauz Maulavi Sir. He said I will not worry if I stay. The next day he went to the house with two other colleagues and me. To get a towel, the stores ran in the shops. Asked to help everyone with details. Everyone could afford eight, four, one rupee, two rupees. In all, there is 150 taka. And the cats gave 50 rupees. With this little money, I got admitted to Mirzapur Cadet College. By paying the travel expenses, I paid a salary of Taka 150 for three months. The other one life started

  1. on the first day W. Pete sir came to see me. I said everything open. I also told that since I do not have the ability to pay, then after three months, we have to leave Cadet College. When I heard all the sir, he took me to the meeting and arranged for 150 rupees for the whole school. From that, I did not look back. In the SSC examination, I got fifth place in the Dhaka Board and many more success points were added.

My life is full of common people’s donations Later, I did school in my area, I did college. Whenever I can as much as I can, I also assist in helping. But that is 150 taka from the market; that loan has not been repaid today my whole life will not be repaid even if I dedicate my life!

(Former Prime Minister of Bangladesh Bank, Economist Dr. Auteur Rahman, in his own words, his life story) When I would go from class VI to class VIII, then one day one uncle showed me an advertisement cut and showed me. That was the advertisement of admission in Cadet College. In time, we completed the form. Need to say, my name was Auteur Rahman. But in the cadet college admission form, my name of the school’s father Atiur Rahman wrote to Chacha, this boy will be a big one day. There are many atauras in the country. His name needs to be a little different; so let’s do it.

I was preparing to study at night to wake up. On the scheduled day, I went to the examination with an uncle. My first visit to Mymensingh in my life. I went to see everything eye Cara Keg acha! I am only so much of my son, after the pajamas and sponges! I did not think it was good. Unnecessary trouble whatever the test; I would not have thought. But after two months I received the letter, I was elected. Now we have to go to Dhaka Cantonment for the final examination.

Everyone is very happy; only I am disappointed. I do not have pants, which will go later. At the end, I borrowed the fundraiser of the school Kanani Kanai Lal Biswas. And a shirt is a giggle. I went to Dhaka, unknown to uncle. I taught uncle, I would stand in front of the door to take oral exams, say, ma’am-in-in-Sir? I said right. But in such a loud voice I said that all the people were laughing loudly.

One of the examiners is M, the principal of Mirzapur Cadet College. W. Pete ignored me and ignored everything. He made me sit in love. In the moment, he became very close to me. I felt that if I had him I would have no fear. Pet Sir took a note of my written exam table. Then he talked with other testers in English. I did not understand everything but realized that I liked them. But they did not say anything. The next day I returned home after visiting Dhaka city. Regularly studied in the study. Because I have taken it, I will not have a chance.

Suddenly the letter came three months later. I was finally elected. 150 taka for the month. Of this, 100 rupees will be given scholarship and the remaining 50 rupees will be provided to my family. The letter broke down after reading the letter. Where my family is not guaranteed to eat at least three times, I am being a man in my uncle’s house, where we cannot even think of paying 50 rupees per month!

When this happened, my grandfather used to say the first time. After so many years the grandson (me) searched for me. He took me to another cousin and said, can you not be able to get me a grand grandson while you are there? But their condition was not very good. They said, we will get 50 rupees once, but it is not possible every month. Dada also understood the matter.

I did not see any other hope light, I went to Fauz Maulavi Sir. He said I will not worry if I stay. The next day he went to the house with two other colleagues and me. To get a towel, the stores ran in the shops. Asked to help everyone with details. Everyone could afford eight, four, one rupee, two rupees. In all, there is 150 taka. And the cats gave 50 rupees. With this little money, I got admitted to Mirzapur Cadet College. By paying the travel expenses, I paid a salary of Taka 150 for three months. The other one life started

  1. on the first day W. Pete sir came to see me. I said everything open. I also told that since I do not have the ability to pay, then after three months, we have to leave Cadet College. When I heard all the sir, he took me to the meeting and arranged for 150 rupees for the whole school. From that, I did not look back. In the SSC examination, I got fifth place in the Dhaka Board and many more success points were added.

My life is full of common people’s donations Later, I did school in my area, I did college. Whenever I can as much as I can, I also assist in helping. But that is 150 taka from the market; that loan has not been repaid today my whole life will not be repaid even if I dedicate my life!

(Former Prime Minister of Bangladesh Bank, Economist Dr. Auteur Rahman, in his own words, his life story)https://zakirgipsy.blogspot.com/2017/07/what-is-poverty-i-have-realized-meaning.html