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A Sad Story Brother And Sister By Iqbal Hossain

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I was sleeping in my room when my little sister came in, gently touched my head, and began to wake me up.

“Bhaiya... Bhaiya... Bhaiya…” (sister)

“What’s wrong with you? Why are you calling me like that? Let me sleep!” (me)

And I turned over and tried to go back to sleep.

“Bhaiya... O Bhaiya!”

“What is it now?”

“You forgot something.”

“Forgot what?”

“You said you’d take me to the market today.”

“When did I say that?”

“You said it yesterday, remember?”

“Fine, maybe I did. But I can’t go right now, take Abbu with you.”

“No! If I go with Abbu, I won’t get anything I want. I want to go with you.”

“Just let me sleep for now.”

“Okay, fine... sleep then.”

She left. I turned and laid there, and suddenly it struck me—didn’t I promise to take her today? I quickly sat up and looked at the clock. It was already 11!

I rushed to the dining room to find her—but she wasn’t there.

"Maybe she already ate," I thought. But just in case, I asked our mother.

“Ma, has Sharmin had breakfast?”

“No, she hasn’t.”

“What? She hasn’t? Didn’t you call her?”

“I did—many times. You call her now.”

That meant… she really did call me earlier.

I took a plate of food and went to her room.

There she was—her face pale and withdrawn. It felt like the whole world had dimmed.

I sat beside her, holding out the food.

"Open your mouth," I said.

She stayed silent.

"Come on, open up."

"I'm not hungry."

"I know you are."

"No, I already ate."

"You haven’t. Ma told me. Come on."

"I said I'm not hungry, Bhaiya!"

"Fine," I got up and left.

A while later, she came into my room.

“Bhaiya… O Bhaiya…”

"If you don't talk to me, I'll cry."

I looked up.

“What is it?”

She smiled—her face lit up.

“Bhaiya, open your mouth.”

I couldn’t resist.

I opened my mouth just to make her eat.

And finally, she took a bite.

"Why do you act like this?" I asked.

"You scolded me in the morning."

"So? That doesn't mean you stop eating! You're getting so skinny!"

She giggled, "Come on Bhaiya, missing one meal won’t kill me."

“What if you fall sick?”

“I won’t, Bhaiya. It’s just one meal.”

"Alright, fine. Now get ready, we’re going to the market."

"I'm not going."

"If you don't, I won't either. Nothing for you then."

I stood outside. I knew she’d come.

A few moments later—

"Didn't you say you wouldn't go?"

"Just thought… how can I let you go alone?"

"Let's go then."

We went to the market, did some shopping, and came back.

---

A month later...

During breakfast—

"Sharmin, can you get my money bag from my room?"

She went. I smiled to myself.

A few minutes later, she returned slowly.

"Bhaiya... is this ring for me?"

"No, it's for someone else."

Her face fell.

I couldn’t see her like that.

"You silly girl, of course it's for you. Only for you."

"Really?"

"Would I lie to my sister?"

"You’re the best, Bhaiya… every girl deserves a brother like you."

"Enough flattery! Go check your room—I left more surprises!"

She giggled and ran.

---

One year passed...

One day, a boy’s family came to see her for marriage. They left without saying much.

"Did you like the boy?" I asked her.

She just smiled shyly.

Later, the matchmaker said:

"They didn’t approve your sister."

"What? Why?"

"Because she’s disabled."

I was furious.

"Don't look for anyone else. My sister deserves a prince. I’ll find him."

Eventually, I convinced her to agree to marriage.

---

Then, tragedy struck...

While bringing lunch for me at work, she had an accident.

At the hospital, the doctor said:

"She had only one kidney, and that too is damaged. She’ll die unless we find a donor."

"I'll give her mine!"

"But you have only one kidney left. If you donate, you'll die."

"If I lose her, I die anyway."

I insisted.

---

Seven days later, my sister got married, smiling and glowing.

Three days after that, a police van brought a dead body to her in-laws' house.

It was me.

My sister returned crying uncontrollably.

Later, she learned that I had donated my only kidney to save her.

Because she was my little sister.

Because some promises are worth dying for.

---

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