MY HAPPY HOME.



Rahila Khanum
Ministry of Agriculture



After my wake up I see everything is completed but how ? I said to Schwan why you to taken such risk ? If break up my sleep, only for this he could not that, Now seems to me thats my son, he is so great as like as Bayejid B. who once sitting beside her mother with a glass of water of our history.

This is my son Schwan Ahmed. Once he had a lot of drems but we could not fulfilled. From his childhood when I stayed at Jattrabari, when he got any oportunity he had gone the filed of Cricket. He like so much the play of Cricket. He always wanted to be a cricketor. But I could not for him. He completed his study that means SSC and HSC of Dhanmondh Boys school and Bangladesh Rifel Public school and college.

When I was in Cmch, Vellore of India. Then he was attending his HSC exam. and at that time his father had expired to that moment when runing the conversation he and his father. At that time to more destroyed his life hope. Then all of his class mate had gone for their higher studies. But he could not go to any distance  place to  leave us only. Even did not go Jogonnath college also. At last he admitted Dhaka college with Management. His serial was may be 400 something. Then my Sir was Faruque Hosain was deputy controler of national university, just at that time transfered to my desk may be. Schwan so much requested to me that to read only study Accounting. But I could not for his at that day. After that a lot of students automatic transfered from management to Accounting. Thats reality. Rafsan was so small at that time, so he  regular performed to take and bring from his school only.He sometimes missed his class and come back only Rafsan. Thats was his lifestyle.

Schwan Ahmed
my elder son.

I have seen a lot of students admitted North South universtiy, East west university and others. But I could not only financial problems. At that day everyone betrayed to us. No body did not come beside me at that miserable period. Even tried to damage our life at that time. Althought a lot of time has passed of this national university. Only for not my son, a lot of children also. thats our reality.

Althought I could not properly educated to him. But I am always proud that my son is a real educated person. As like as me he dont like politics. He believe that always politicians are not real. But he understand our indispensable reality more than me. He loved me so much. I love him also.

Althought after my operationa and in my struggle life 2004-till now, I could not to cook of normal food items for two my sons that always to doing comon mother. My life style was uncommon. I cooked always balanced food for them only. Every morning I cooked a four letter cooker full of balanced food-such as-rich, dal, various kind of vegetables. Thats had  took of whole day of my two sons. No maid servent of us. We have done everything ourselves. I was service holder, cooker, teacher of my younger son, maid servant, always sitting in the bazar and cut of fish. How to do passing my that miseable days I dont know, never not trying think. A lot of challenge was in my life. Always was a lot of stress but I could not surrender with unfair. When anyone come in front of me then I tried my best.

Rafsan Ahmed my younger son
and my daughter
(nephew) Nigar Sultana Tumpa.

Now I mean I am a succeed of mother. Because I am a mother of Schwan and Rafsan. Today I am in here only to do a lot of challege every moment that I faced to continue.

I dont know my expired date of death. After that I always hope Schwan will getting a good job and will maintain to Rafsan. Then I will no distress. Only to waiting that days only. (cont.)