MD Ziaur Rahman

My Friend Part 1

I still remember the day Rashed first came to school. The class had just started. Sir had opened his register to take the roll when a boy came and stood at the door. There was a dripping wet paper in his left hand. He held it carefully and looked into the class. He looked as if he had lost a goat or something and was looking for it inside the room. After standing there for a while he finally decided to come in. Majid Sir looked at him with a frown and said, "Hey, who are you? What do you want?"