The three-day itinerary is still the story of a rickshaw puller in Jonaki Jale Part (10).

Bismillahir Rahmanir Rahim.

 Assalamu Alaikum wa Rahmatullahi wa Barakatuh.

 Dear friends! How is everyone? Hope everybody is doing well. I am also good Alhamdulillah.

 My topic of discussion today is,

 The three-day itinerary is still the story of a rickshaw puller in Jonaki Jale Part (10).

 

 Grateful like a rickshaw puller! The rickshaw is moving; Two passengers, one driver. But many times it seemed like, ‘I and we’ are passengers, not drivers? Does our body sweat, for the Ummah? Do tears fall from our eyes, for Islam? And blood? That's the question.

 

 The speed of the rickshaw on the lonely road was fast. I thought it would be better to walk alone on this lonely path in the morning, the feeling of the heart would be deeper. There were green trees on both sides of the road, fresh air and the chirping of birds; There were no cars, no smoke and no people. That is why the heart is very intimate with the nature of the dawn. The chirping of birds adds more intensity to the solitude of nature, and the noise of human beings erodes the solitude of nature. Birds are friends of nature, humans are enemies of nature. Yet nature bestows upon man all his resources and selflessly. Man neither loves nature nor expresses gratitude to the creator of nature. Yet Allah says to man, Ashraful Makhlukat, the man who cuts the branches of the tree and beheads the man, who cuts the bud of the flower and kills the human child. After all, man is the best of creation, perhaps because there are some people in human society in all countries in all ages.

It would have been better if the path had been longer. The intimacy of nature could be felt more intensely for a while longer. Moments of such beautiful feelings do not come again and again in life. But the path was over and the noise of the people was heard.

 

 This time, however, the mistake was not repeated. I got off the rickshaw. I paid the driver a little more than the stipulated fee for his sweat and saluted him with respect. We can't always behave like that. Because when the traveler goes back to home life, he is no longer a traveler. The driver was happy with the passenger and said goodbye to the passenger.

 Thanks everyone.