My Mother and my childhood. The reason behind I miss her.

This story about my late mother and my childhood. My mother leave me when I was eleven and a half. I miss her in every breath. She was my inspiration. She was brave enough and she spent her that quality to me.

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When I was 10, my mother sent me to Dhaka for quality education from my hometown Chandpur. That time I was read in class SIX. I admit a private school name 'S.M. Academy' at Kamarpara, Abdullahpur. I came here in December 2005. It was a time before Eid-Ul-Adha. I lived in Kamarpara two week before Eid. I back to my village to enjoy Eid Vacation. After only two weeks she saw me, she hugged me very strongly and fall in a cry. She decided to don't leave me again. So, It was a very short time study in a school for me. She admitted me to my village school again. Since I admitted thereafter admission test, my roll no. was behind the students who attend admission test.

That time a guest came to our home. He asked me my roll no. (This is a very common question in my village. Maybe the hole Bangladesh). I replied: 172. He was laughed after hearing this and make fun of me. My maa got angry to saw his reaction about me. She replied to him, ''Listen, Who are you to make fun with my son? How dare you? Do you know that my son was the first in his primary school?'' She was so furious that used to kick that guest and drive away.

Yes, That was my Maa, who never liked to someone criticize her son. I think all mother is the same in this case.

In 2007, I came to Dhaka again. But this time with my Maa. She had a wished that she will take me to school and end of my class, she will took me back to home. First two month of Dhaka, Maa didn't go anywhere with me because she didn't know the location properly. In March, she was attacked by her old Disease 'Liver Cirrhosis' which she was sufficed for almost a half of an era. She needs to take a bed in a hospital name 'Gastro-Liver Hospital'. For this reason, she never took me to school and back me home.

In the last of May 2007, she was referred to BSMMU for more secured Medical services. Last time I saw her alive on June 22, 2007. On June 28, avobe 04:00 AM a phone call came to us (Me, my younger sister who was 8 that time and my grandma) from a relative who was in the hospital that time. He told us to go to the hospital immediately. We go there and found my Maa was gone. I can't remember what I did that time. In the morning, I discovered myself in an Ambulance.

Nowadays, I'm 24 years old. My Maa always had a wished that when I'll grow up and she will see how her Prince looks like. Now I grow up. But she can't see me. This thing makes me emotional and tears. Whenever you are MAA, I love you and I always do. Hope, Allah, take you to the highest stage of Jannah(Paradise). You make me strong, brave like you, who never compromised with wrong.

I don't have a photo of her. I don't even need that. Because, When I close my eyes and wish to meet her, she came to me and bless me.