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.
Today I played cricket after many days, today is Friday, and our Madrasa is closed on Friday so I started playing cricket with the students. When I started playing cricket today, I was reminded of my childhood again and again.
I could play cricket very well as a child, once I was the captain of our village cricket team. I have gone to play in many places from our village. I was mainly a wicketkeeper batsman, occasionally bowled medium fast. I used to bat as an opener.
Studied in Madrasa since childhood due to which I had to stay away from home since childhood. During the closure of the madrasa, I used to really enjoy cricket at home, except for eating and drinking, I only played cricket, because of which my father used to listen to me a lot, many times my father used to watch my game from the side of the field.
I also played a lot of cricket in the madrasa where I studied, especially during the holidays. I have been beaten up by teachers for this game. Once I skipped class and went to play, my father was called from the madrasa and told that if your son plays sports again, your son will not be kept in the madrasa. Since then, I have slowly given up sports.
Today after many days playing cricket with bat and ball felt very good, I can't play like before, today I played three matches with students, out of which I lost two and won one.
Today the rules of playing cricket were different, a mango tree was made into a stamp, and a mark was placed around it, after passing this mark he was out if he hit a six, ie out if he hit a six. No single runs to be taken, only fours to be hit. I hit four fours in the first match, no fours in the second match, and got out with two fours in the third match.
Thanks everyone for reading my post today.

