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Star Diary

On the Bus

A few months back I, along with friends, were travelling on a Motijheel-bound bus for a meeting. At one stop, some women got on the bus. Once they reached their stop, a young woman got up and walked towards the doors of the bus for the bus to stop so that she could get off. While moving towards the doors, a male passenger touched her back, thinking that no one was watching. However, my friend and I noticed this and were horrified. When she had to stop and wait for a while, the man repeated this, to which the woman turned around with surprise in her eyes. She finally got off without protesting to what had just happened. Surely, this man did the same with the rest of the women as well, whoever passed him by to reach the doors. Indeed such perverts are found every now and then owing to our moral recession and lack of sense.
Hasnat
Banani, Dhaka

A Father's Love

A few days ago I had gone to Chittagong to attend a cousin's wedding. While coming back to Dhaka, on the early winter morning train, I was exhausted and was looking forward to a little shut-eye. Next to me, there were two young people, a brother and sister probably in their late teens, were seated. Suddenly, en elderly man appeared right next to them with some water asking them if they wanted some to which the young people said no. I figured that he was their father, seated a little away from his children. After a while, the father appeared again with some oranges for his children. This time the two siblings were a little embarrassed and told him that they were not hungry. The father understood this and did not come with any more food for the kids for a long time. I was moved by his gesture. It was really nice to see a father's love for his children even when they don't appreciate it. It is an irony of life we never understand -- the value of our parents' love.
Mohammed Sohel Hara
Adamjee EPZ
Dhaka

Learning Values

As a child in the late fifties, we had a custom to accompany the elders to different places including the sub-divisional town, weekly bazaars and of course to the homes of our relatives. One day, I accompanied my father to Ashuganj, a big market place in our area. In those days travelling was not an easy task. To return back home, my father decided to travel by rail from Ashuganj to Brahmanbaria. At the station my father bought two full and one half tickets for the journey. I was surprised at the number of tickets, because we were just two, I being a minor, we, in all, needed one and half tickets only. At this stage, to give a proper answer to my astonishment, my father narrated a small story. A few days back, while travelling from Brahmanbaria to Ashuganj by rail, he did not have time to buy a ticket and for an emergency reason, he hopped on the train, which had already started to move by the time he reached the station. The railway authorities considered this and let my father travel without a ticket. Therefore, this time my father bought an extra ticket that he owed to the railway authority. To a young child this was extremely amazing and impressed my mind immensely. The ethical values that my father had taught before me in my childhood have made me a better person and I always try to cultivate the same values in my children and other youngsters around me.
Faruque Ahmed
West Rampura
Dhaka


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