Better life /The diary with my son and myself(06/04/2024)

How are you all? Hope everyone is well. I am also well by the grace of Allah Taala. I am unable to write diary regularly due to busy schedule. I can't even try.

My blog today is about some special moments spent today. I live in my father's house with my two sons. My father's house is in a village in Bogra district. Village means pristine nature. Not a prison life like the city. The open landscape and village life evokes the real feeling of human life. I like the village very much

My boys are mischievous all day long. My brother, cousins ​​and two nephews to accompany him. Madrasahs are closed on the occasion of Ramadan and Eid, so there is more mischief and mischief. Load shedding is too much. A very hot life. I was sitting outside on the balcony. My son, my two nephews and my brother took pictures on my mobile. I also captured their childhood photo camera.

At noon I heard the sound of the bin as I was leaving the bathroom. My boys ran. I went a little later. Nowadays, snake sports are almost non-existent. I went there and saw many people gathered. More children have come. Elders are no less.Everyone was watching with great fun. After many days I saw the snake play.

How much I see as a child. How many kinds of snakes the sapures used to bring. I don't know why that childhood feeling is no longer available. This joke seemed quite funny. Talks very funny. Everyone was having a lot of fun. At that time, an accident happened. A snake suddenly slipped out of Sapur's hand and ran towards the children very quickly. The children ran away in fear. The snake quickly caught the snake.

I watched the snake play for a while and came away. It didn't look good. But before coming, I took some photos to share with you. I think like me you also remember the fun past of watching snakes play in your childhood. You also miss those days very much. If it could be found back. How nice it would be. Time cannot be recovered. Then we humans are very strange, we want to get back that lost time.

I came home. My expat husband is ordering clothes online for me. You have to go to the market to get it. I am very surprised, it is difficult to earn while living abroad. He only thinks about the happiness of his family without thinking about himself. This is a wonderful race of men. How much he suffers for his wife and children. I remember that man very much. What a wonderful lover he is. Respect from the heart to all the responsible men of the world. Truly man is a great blessing created by God.

In the afternoon I went to the market and brought the gift given by my husband. It was very nice to receive the gift. He remembered feeling very upset. How far is it for us? What a beautiful mindset. What a generous heart he has. The happiest thing is that Bhishan loves me. i love him too He may not know how much I respect and love him.

Maybe the story is about love. But this is the unspoken word of every expatriate wife's mind. It hurts to say no. I don't know how my words feel.