Mothers love capter one

I was born in 1986 in a poor joint family. Father, grandfather, grandmother, uncle, sister-in-law, all lived in Ekshatra then. Father was the sole breadwinner. Due to my father's illness, my mother used to work from house to house to run the family. At one time, when the father was healthy, he drove a boat and managed the family somehow. I was born in that family. Growing up in the midst of hardship, I am studying and writing up to secondary school with great difficulty. That day my SSC exam father was in the river. Just two days before the exam, the fever comes with Kapuni on the body. A family of need.

It was not possible to see a doctor. I see nothing but darkness in my eyes. Mother and grandmother are sitting beside the bed and pouring water on their heads. Then I told my mother. Mom I can not take the test? My mother said in one word, no matter how sick I am, I will get tested. And your exam will be good. As usual, I went with my mother on the exam day. Fever 102/103 degrees. English First Paper Exam. After getting the question paper in hand, I came out with a lot of difficulty answering 85. I told my mother. Mother said I will turn 80, I am praying for you. I finished the rest of the exam like this.The result was announced, I got 4.88 and was selected as the best student in the year 2002. I got the proof that mother's prayers never fail.

In 2010 I worked at Chittagong port. From September of that year, the body felt very tired. I could not sleep at night. Didn't feel like eating. I thought that maybe this is happening because of day and night work. September ends. In the middle of October, the head suddenly turned. Later everyone was arrested. I walked slowly and went to urinate. Scared from the color of urine. Urine is not like red tea. I immediately called my father and said. My father said that I work in hot weather. However, unable to bear it, he went to the doctor।Doctor gave HBsag test. I did with The next day went to get the report, that report was shown to the doctor, then my brillobin was 13.2. The doctor stood up rhythmically. He asked to be admitted to the hospital. Or asked to go home to mother. The doctor told the mother on the phone that your son will not survive, he will be given good and bad food. Hearing that, mother came running to the city like crazy. Takes home, what a charisma of Almighty God. My mother worked day and night and recovered completely in three months. Brings the dead back to life.After three months, the doctor saw me and hugged me. And they say that you are alive, it is a big miracle. Who is treating you? Who is the doctor? I laughed and said, "My mother is the greatest doctor in the world." This story of mine is completely true, which has developed in my life.

Currently unemployed so I am writing