Story

I was standing at the Tong shop, drinking tea. As I was walking through the bill, I saw a leaflet stuck to the electricity pole next to me. I went ahead with enthusiasm. It was written in large red ink on white paper, "I have lost a 1000 taka note here. If anyone finds it, please deliver it to me. I am an old woman, I can hardly see." Then an address was given below.

The address was nearby. It was about five minutes on foot. Unable to suppress my curiosity, I went there to look for it.

I carefully entered through the rusty, broken gate. A dilapidated tin house, a decrepit old woman was sitting in the courtyard.

Hearing my footsteps, she looked up, "Who?"

My gaze returned, "I found your 1000 taka at the end of the street!"

Hearing my words, she started crying hysterically. After a while, he said, somewhat embarrassed, "Father, so far at least 10/12 people have come to me and given me 1000 rupees, saying that they found my money on the street. I haven't lost any money, those writings are not mine either, I don't know much about education!"

I bent down and held his hand and said, "Anyway, think of it as a child and keep the money."

After hearing this, he took the money and said, "Father, I am very sick. I can't walk well. How can I feed you!"

Saying this, he climbed onto the balcony with great difficulty, leaning on his stick. I thought he was going to fall right away. I went forward to help him.

He poured the gurmuri into the bowl with trembling hands and said, "You are my guest! You sit down."

I had no appetite at all. Still, somewhat impressed by the sincerity of the old woman, I slowly started eating the gurmuri, eager to talk to her for a little longer.

I learned in words that he has no one to call his own in this world. He used to beg, and after getting sick, he could no longer leave the house.

On the way back, the old woman said, "Father, I have a request, tear that paper when you leave."

As I was leaving his house, I was thinking to myself, "Why didn't anyone tear the paper even after he told everyone?"

And I was thinking about the man who wrote that note. I thanked him in my heart for finding such a beautiful way to help the helpless, sick old man.

Suddenly, my thoughts were interrupted by someone's words, "Hey, are you listening?"

A gentleman in his forties came towards me and said, "Where can you tell me this address? A little while ago, I found a 1000 rupee note on the street, I want to return it."

I showed him the address and moved forward. Before I knew it, my eyes were wet. Looking up at the sky, I muttered, "May our humanity live on like this!"

All over the world today, people are neglected, oppressed, and oppressed. The oppression of the strong over the weak has become a traditional rule. Can't we stand by the helpless? Let's unite and stand by the helpless.

May all the parents in the world live forever in the hearts of their children. Endless love for all parents. I am YUNUS from Bangladesh. I try to write a little article. Please let me know how you liked my article. My blog is yunuskhoka.blogspot.com. Pray for me. Best wishes and good wishes for everyone. Stay well everyone. That's it for today. See you again, let's talk. Good night.