1 Chapter-1

Human Life

Translated by Muhammad Enam uddin

( Bengali written BY Mahbub talukdar)

I am a human being. Am I really human? Standing at the crossroads of life, I think again and again, if a human being, why my life is not like a human being? Why am I different than the other ten? How I was born, who my parents are, there is no trace of anything. I was not born on my own. There was someone behind my birth. Why did they throw me in the dustbin at birth, why didn't they kill me before I was born? Only they can answer this question. But who are they? Where?

I was thrown into the dustbin on the side of the road in the dark of night. A dog was roaming around. Understanding his intentions is not difficult. But he was probably hesitant because I was clothed all over. Dogs are definitely intelligent animals. He had no difficulty in realizing that I was alive. I don't think I was helpless at that moment. After waking up, I thought I had a weapon to help me. Crying. What could be more powerful than crying?

In the middle of the night, two people were walking down the street holding hands. One of them said, "Who can hear the sound of crying."

Whoa again! Your wife. You are returning home late at night after eating, so.

The first man said again, wait a minute. Crying can be heard from the dustbin next door. He walked towards the dustbin himself.

The second man stood up and said, "What's the matter?"

The first person picked me up from the dustbin. He grabbed my lap and tried to stop my crying. Then he started walking in front of me.

The second man asked angrily, where are you taking him?

At home.

Bad head! Your wife will think it's yours. In the end, he may get angry and go to his father's house.

His father has no home.

There are relatives.

There it is.

As I walked I started crying again. The first one shook me in his lap and told me that he was probably hungry.

What a disaster! Another said angrily, where to get milk so many nights? I have a little stuff in the bottle. Pour in the mouth.

Crazy!

Am I crazy or are you? Picking up the unborn child from the dustbin in the middle of the night and going home. Is the child a boy or a girl?

I don't know. Wrap clothes all over the body. How do I understand a boy or a girl?

I mean, leave it at the side of the road without all the hassle.

What are you talking about! He did not speak further. He tried to put me to sleep. As if I would stop crying when I fell asleep. You don't have to think about milk for now.