Always do good to others

Bismillahir Rahmani Rahim

Hello friends how are you all? Hope you all are very well, I am also very well with your prayers and God's grace.

Dear friends, it is always necessary to do good to other people, I will share with you a story of one of my friends about doing good to other people.

I asked my friend, what is your place of pride? He replied thus, in search of a place of pride, I found many small things. Let me share something that I am proud of.

Image source

I am now in my mid-teens. The most important time of life. Like Sukanta Bhattacharya's poem ❝Ataro Roho Boy❞.

My village is right next to the border. The camp that separates Assam and Tripura is next to my house. The hilly area is surrounded by trees and plantations. And on the other side of Assam and Tripura ya big big hills!!!

There are many tea workers living in the village as there are tea plantations. Most of the workers are Hindus. And their daily income was only 120 taka (unbelievable but true). Another sad but true fact is that tea workers are looked down upon by everyone. Although I never imagine looking down on them.

About two months ago I was going to college by motorbike when I saw three people standing at the pickup station. I thought to myself that taking someone along would save him money and time so I hit the brakes. The first two people came forward, one the imam of the mosque and the other a common man of the area. They resorted to lies to justify their need to accompany me, which was easily understood. If the Imam needs something, he will go home for a holiday and the man will go to the market.

I stopped them and called the man sitting on the bench. The man is not calling me. Because he was a Hindu (tea worker). I know him. His name is Montu Rajvanshi. Age will be fifty. So I myself got down from the bike and went to his side after hearing his need and saved to take him with me. He needed that his uncle died. If you are late, you will not see his uncle's face forever. So I took the imam and the common man instead of riding the bike. He was looking at me with his fiery eyes. Later I took Montu to his uncle's house on bike and went to college......

Then on Friday I went to Jumma. Waj is being performed on the microphone of the mosque. As soon as I entered the mosque, the topic of Huzur's waj changed. The waz is looking at me narrowly, ❝Whoever helps a Hindu by keeping two Muslims is surely an infidel!!! Everyone says Naujubillah.❞ He said a few such sayings. I understand that he is telling me these things.

Believe me, brother/sister, I don't care about these conversations. I am proud to say that I was able to help someone and because of my help he was able to see his uncle's face for the last time. When I thought about this, Montu's face floated in my mind, the face that had no words to express my gratitude.