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Little Children With Great Hearts: A Story by Dr.Syed Md. Zainul Abedin

The street is hardly two kilometers long.But it is very busy around the clock.Innumerable passers-by  move along the street. Various vehicles also pass by the narrow strip.A footpath attached to it looks like a business centre.Many vendors sell their products here for their livelihood.You will find many things here to shop.Fruits,pancakes,vegetables,fish ,chicken,utensils ,clothing and many other things.You will invariably see some vegabonds,drug-addicts and beggars at any time you pass along the street.

In fact, the street was the southern border of the serene and green farm established around 1900.The centenarian street was graced with a human height hedge comprising many species of plants.About 40 years back the farm with its trees,hedges,orchards,cropped fields, structures and machinery presented a  beautiful   and  picturesque view.Birds,fishes,butterflies,dragonflies, mongoose,rabbit and other animals moved freely  in their pleasant habitats.In my childhood days,once I was amazed by the jumping rabbit while collecting jujube from the orchard.The curious mongoose often stood on their bottoms and surprised me.

The happy old days and the productive farm was swallowed long ago.It was encroached by buildings of many kinds.But the street remained,its hedge was vanished and through years was transformed into a bustling centre of business.

This prologue is not to introduce the readers to the street or its pavement.I am going to tell you  the story of  three children who gave me a lesson on this street.While I was returning home just before the dusk three little kids were bouncing to their destination.They were around six years old.Each of them carried a sack by their left held,the elbow was fixed with one end of the opening of the sack.The small boys collect waste material from the garbage and elsewhere and sell them out for their living.At this age they are supposed to attend school.But poverty and destiny snatched their childhood privileges.Most of them sleep in the slums,some pass the nights on the pavements under the open sky.They can secure food for one or two times a day.So they are seriously malnourished.Usually most of them are barely dressed.

The little boys were dancing their way and met a blind beggar on the middle of the street.The beggar was holding a steel bowl and asking for monetary favor.I can’t remember when I dropped any coin into the bowl of such blind beggar.Despite this the helpless and blind beggars survived.I didn’t know how.

I saw the boys stopped in front of the beggar.They exchanged few words among themselves.Then one of them sent his right hand into the pocket of his jeans pant with patches here and there.His fingers brought out a coin that glittered under the fluorescent light.They looked at the coin.The owner of the coin tossed it into the air and approached the blind beggar.Then he dropped it into the bowl causing it to make  a sweet  metallic sound.They enjoyed the sound and looked at the beggar.The happy beggar reacted by praying for the donor whom he could not see.The little boys were happy too.They have done a great thing.

Astounded and amused,I was locked at the incident.I could scale now how mean I was compared to the little boys.The boys left the spot and I started to follow them.

The exulted and proud boys disappeared among the crowd.They carried the joy of benevolence with them.Inside my heart,I felt a prick of my conscience.I was really a mean human being!But these little boys conquered the selfishness which possessed me.The hearts of the little children were really great.They are noble human being.

School : A Poem by Dr.Syed Md. Zainul Abedin

Children smile and dance

Got golden books on first day

School turns to heaven

(Jubilant Bangladeshi students rejoice for getting texts books free of cost on the first day of school on January 1, 2013)

Comfort Dog : A Poem by Dr.Syed Md. Zainul Abedin

 

 

Comfort dogs have hearts

Children play safely with them

Savage killed angels

(Shocked by the tragic massacre in Sandy Hook Elementary School)

 

Please visit the following link to read the poem with reviews in WritersCafe :

 

http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/zainul/1090936/

 

Intelligent Little Train Passenger – By Syed Zainul Abedin

The little girl came with her parents in the large compartment of the train which stopped at the Jessore station.She was wearing a red sweater.She looked very happy in the biting chilly weather.Perhaps the train journey was a great pleasure for her.

The little girl sat for a while in the chair.But soon she started to move from place to place as the train started to move towards Dhaka.At first she came to her father who sat close to the window.Then she looked to the outside and showed the crops,people and domestic animals to her father.She became very excited when she saw the fields of mustard.She expressed her joy like a dancing butterfly.She had special love for the yellow flowers of the mustard field.At one time I joined her passion and showed her the fields of yellow mustard from the moving train.She soon befriended with me.

The little girl then walked to the other side of the compartment.She was soon joined by a number of children around her age.They gathered around us and started to see the moving sceneries from the window of the train.She asked her mother to give her toys and she organized the other children to play in joy.

At one point,a book seller came in front of the playing children.The agile girl insisted to have a story book.Her father purchased one story book.But she could not read the book.But,this did not stop her to enjoy the trip.She requested me to read the story to the children.I became very pleased to see the intelligence of the little girl.I was spell bound and started to read aloud the story based upon the folk literature.The story was about a daughter-in-law who was kidnapped by a witch and later rescued by her husband through the assistance of learned witch manager.There were many illustrations in the book.The girl and the children enjoyed the story and asked me read other stories from the book.

The girl switched soon to other activity.She asked the other children to go back to their parents and wanted to walk with her father.Her father took her to another compartment .They came back after half an hour.She took some pickles and orange in her packet.She sat again on her chair by my side.Now she was more happy to get her favorite food.She asked me take some fruit.I became very happy to see her courtesy.

After about twelve hours the train reached Dhaka.I was traveling alone.The intelligent little girl was a great companion and fellow passenger.I still remember her cute face and lovely activities.She left the compartment with her parents.I bid her farewell and wished to see her again.