Jaynal Saheb stopped right outside his son’s room. The room, which was usually filled with loud noises throughout the day, seemed unusually quiet today. Intrigued, he stepped inside.
The room was tidy and organized, a stark contrast to its usual state. Jaynal Saheb was quite surprised to see his son’s room so neat.
Suddenly, he noticed an envelope on the bed. He picked it up and opened it to find a letter written in his son’s handwriting.
Written in the letter…
dear father,
When you are reading this letter, I am far away. From where it is not possible to come back and call him father. You and mom will not cry at all. Dad, I am very upset. I don’t want chalk on your face for me. So I committed suicide. forgive me father
Zainal Sahib cried out loud. He regained his composure and started reading the letter again.
Father, tell me why I committed suicide. please don’t cry You know Sumaiya by studying with me. He often came to our house to take the notebook. To be honest, Sumaiya would not have come to take the notebook. Sumaiya used to come to spend time with me. I had a relationship with Sumaiya. Everything happened to me with her. Sumaiya is pregnant by me.
Not only Sumaiya, lives next door, whom I call Bhabi. I also had a secret relationship with him. Folk society calls it alienation. Her husband came to know about this incident. Now her husband has said that he will give a divorce. If she divorces me, I have to marry her.
If this incident is known in the area, you will have nothing to respect. So I was forced to commit suicide. stay well dad forgive me
your son.
Special note : Everything you read above is a lie. I just want to tell you one thing.
“Exam results are not the worst thing in life, there can be much worse things in life than that. Failing is not that bad. Dad, I’m hiding behind the door.’
Seeing his son’s courage, Zainal Sahib’s temper became hot. He took his son out from behind the door.
As a punishment for his son’s actions, he was locked inside the toilet from outside.
The boy knocked on the toilet door several times. But Zainal sahib did not open the lock.
After 3 hours…
Everyone in the house is standing in line in front of the toilet. The boy is now locked from the inside. The lock does not open even after telling a lot.
Zainal sahib is saying the same thing over and over in a very polite voice, ‘Don’t punish us all again. Open the door at once.’
