SEC-S18W6:Once upon a time when I was a child!

Hello, Steemian friends,
How are you there? Hope you are all well by the grace of Allah. I am also fine by the grace of Allah.Today I am going to participate in the new engagement challenge brought by Steem Venezuela. The name of the engagement challenge is "SEC-S18W6:Once upon a time when I was a child!"Many thanks to the Steem Venezuela for organizing a beautiful engagement for us.

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Childhood, oh that sweet time. As many happy times come in life, as many happy moments come in life, everything fades to the joy of childhood. Today, at the end of my life, I feel so glad to have the opportunity to cherish childhood memories again. For bringing such happiness to my heart. Thank you again to Steam Venezuela from the bottom of my heart.
Now I start my main discussion. I was born in 1976, in the quiet environment of a village. Right after my birth, I saw a huge open field, a huge house, and a large area where all my relatives lived. One side of the house had its own big pond, where all kinds of fish were found. On the other side, the huge Meghna River, the green grains, and more beautiful other things.

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My childhood was very happy, there was no thought, no tension. In the morning, I used to go to madrasa, after studying for two hours, the whole day was on my own. Sometimes I used to play in the open field with my friends all day, sometimes I bathed in the river all day. There were some fruits in our garden all year round. The fun of climbing the tree and stealing the fruit with friends was different, I will not find that joy anywhere else.
When I was young, my mother's discipline was to pamper me, I don't remember that my mother ever beat me for mischief, my mother raised me with endless love. Even though I was very mischievous, my mother loved me, maybe I was the youngest among 5 brothers. That's why she used to push the basket of love towards me.
My father was the exact opposite of my mother, he used to keep me under strict discipline. If I was caught wrong in his eyes, he used to discipline me severely. At first, I thought that fathers seemed to only know how to discipline and not give love. But once I was sick, I saw tears in my father's eyes. That's when I understood. Dad loves me a lot even if he doesn't express it.
My father was the master of my philosophical knowledge. From him, I got many advice and instructions which I understood the importance of later.

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I still remember when we siblings sat reading in the light of the hurricane in the village house, there was a competition about who could do the most mischief. We didn't need any occasion for our happiness. We used to make the occasion ourselves.
I can still remember my friends taking a group bath and crossing a huge river with another's boat. We all wandered around without food for the whole day. When we came back at the end of the day, all the parents, including my parents, were looking at the river. Their faces were pale in thought. My mother found me and quickly took me home without letting me face my father.

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In my childhood, leaving the house when it rains, making rafts of banana trees and traveling in canals during monsoons, stealing mangoes from people's trees to eat them, and wandering around the fields all day cannot be finished.
I have already said that I was born in a village and the time was long ago. Although there were cameras at that time, it was not possible to capture my childhood memories on camera in a rural environment.
Today I am presenting two memories of my college days. I hope you will forgive me for not being able to provide childhood photos.

I have no image of my childhood but I submit my young life image here

I invite four of my friends @paholags @luimer79 @rumaisha @jollymonoara

Thank you all of you for reading my post. I hope you will like my childhood story. I am leaving today.

Allah Hafez.