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I was fascinated by the unseen love of the girl that day. The day I was in the procession. I raised my voice loudly. What happened to me that day? I do not know! In view of the National Parliament Elections of Bangladesh, we have started the election campaign for Dhaka-11 Constituency. Standing in front of the difficult reality of the government, the election of the national parliament will be held this time. So seeing the election campaign of the plow symbol, voters eagerly come out of their homes and stand on the roadside. Everyone is planning to change their valuable votes by plowing. Several plow loving people expressed their expression while distributing leaflets along with procession. Some say about stored love, some say about deprived love.
A little further on, a girl was eagerly looking at my hand. Suddenly my chanting stopped. As soon as the chanting stopped, the girl extended her hand towards mine. I understood that he wanted leaflets. I also immediately handed over a leaflet of Shamim Ahmed Rizvi Bhai’s plow symbol to the girl. The girl’s mother, who was standing by, proudly said that no subsequent government could have made the same development as the successful former president, Hussain Muhammad Ershad. I always tell my daughter the story of former President, Ershad’s development. Ershad Sahib has done a lot for Islam in this country.
As our procession moved rapidly forward, I spoke to them no more. However, Pallibandhu’s reign may not have seen Kishori, but the unseen love born in his mind will bring welfare to the country and the people of the country in the future. Fundamental Rights There the evening shadow of the girl is frozen in pain. All the words of the girl’s mind are not able to come out. The leaflet in my hand can be touched only when I raise my hand. Thinking of what, I poured the leaflet in the palm of his hand like water on his hand. He immediately looked down. But he did not remove the hand, instead he put both hands together and let him get the handcuffs. She wiped her beautified face with the fringe of her veil. His face was shining even in the dim darkness of the evening. Those beautiful eyes no longer have the shadow of sadness, instead of them are two evening stars of joy. There was no more talk between us. On the way back, I saw two happy eyes. He only said once in his mouth that the plow should win.
Mohammad Sheikh Kamaluddin Sharon
writer and columnist.
