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November 7, 2003

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A Self-Rightous Evangelist

I was on my way home from Jigatola at about 10:00 p.m. From the bus, I saw a man sitting by the road with a microphone in his hand. He was loudly preaching to the people that had gathered around him. He said, “Don't go to bed at night without saying your prayers. Fast during the month of Ramadan.” Seeing a middle-aged lady pass by, he made a harsh comment about her not being properly dressed and for not veiling herself in public. He severely reprimanded the people in the footpaths who were smoking. I was quite amused at the indifference of the people around him who were throwing amusing remarks and jeering at him. But he was deeply grieved at his treatment of a very sensitive issue in such an unbecoming way.

Md. Firoj Mahmud, Surjasen Hall, Dhaka University

Train Jitters

I was stuck in a traffic jam near Karwan Bazaar rail crossing in the torrential rain. There was not an inch of space to move. What was more disgusting was the fact that it was 7 in the morning. Suddenly, I heard a few rickshaw pullers screaming “Shalar beta gari shora train aitase” (Move the rickshaw jerk, there is a train coming.) I was terrified as I heard this because I was one of the unfortunate passenger whose rickshaw was right on the train tracks. I was nervously looking for a way to move off the track when I realised that the rickshaw pullers had started a quarreling session amongst themselves. They were shouting and cursing but in a few seconds, the whole jam (on the rail lines) disappeared. To this day, I still don't know what happened to the jam and how the whole mess cleared up so fast but I am glad that it did.

Khaleda Jahan Dalia, Tejkunipara

Higher Justice

It was raining heavily and I was standing at the basement of Mouchak Market. I noticed a pretty girl pass by on a rickshaw. She was getting wet. Because of my helpful nature, I offered her my umbrella. But instead of thanking me, she gave me a dirty look and said, “Rubbish.” I was hurt by this rude reply. Perhaps God felt my pain too because as the girl was getting down from the rickshaw, she tripped and fell. She immediately tried to get up but lost her balance and fell again. By now she was completely drenched in obnoxious water and mud. It was a sight to see. There were people around but no one came forward to offer assistance. Finally, overlooking the past humiliation, I approached to help her. Dear friends, this a story that happened ten years back. That girl is now the mother of our newborn infant Emi.

Dipu, Shipahibagh


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