Weekly Story Writing Contest – Week 4 / A Strange Letter – That Was Never Sent

Assalamu Alaikum,
First of all, I would like to sincerely thank Mamun12345 brother for organizing such a beautiful story writing competition. Such competitions give us a great opportunity to express our imagination and creativity. I am participating in this competition with great pleasure.

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A strange letter that was never sent

A letter suddenly came out from inside an old book. The letter had turned yellow as if it had been hidden somewhere for many years. A name was written on the envelope. But the strange thing is that the person with that name had disappeared many years ago. The letter was never sent. I slowly opened the envelope. And what I read changed everything in my life. Seeing the name written on the envelope, my chest trembled. It was the name of my elder brother Rashed. Rashed had suddenly disappeared about 10 years ago. We searched for him a lot, but we could not find him anywhere.
I started reading the letter with trembling hands.

Dear little sister,

If this letter ever reaches you, know that I did not leave you on purpose. I had learned a truth that could put our entire family in great danger. I knew that if I stayed at home, that danger would also fall on you. So I decided to go away. Take care of your parents, and you will always be brave. One day, maybe we will meet again, your brother Rashed. Tears came to my eyes after reading the letter. For so many years, I thought that my brother might have forgotten us. But now I understand that he went away to protect us. Just then, another small piece of paper fell out of the envelope. An address was written on the paper. I sat silent for a long time. It seemed that this address might be the last clue to the mystery.

The next morning, I decided to go to that address. The address was in an old area of ​​the city. The surroundings were quite silent and a little scary. After searching for a long time, I stood in front of a small old house, my chest was heaving. I slowly knocked on the door. After a while, an old man opened the door. I asked in a trembling voice, "Excuse me, did someone named Rashed live here?" The old man looked at me deeply, then slowly said, "Yes, many years ago, a Rashed lived here." My chest heaved. I asked the distance, "Where is he now?" The old man sighed and said that he had fallen ill and died a few years ago. It was as if I suddenly forgot to breathe. The old man said again that before he died, he often said that one day his younger sister would come looking for him. Tears started falling from my eyes. I slowly walked out of the house. Just then, my eyes suddenly fell on a small grave next to the house. I went closer and saw a name written on the grave: Rashed Ahmed.

My body trembled, but at the same time, I was stunned when I saw another thing. There was a small box next to the grave. I slowly opened the box and found another letter inside. The letter was written for my younger sister. My hands started shaking again. I slowly opened the letter. There was only one line written inside. I knew that you would find this letter one day. At that moment, my whole body felt prickly. Because the writing was written with the same ink that still looked brand new. As if someone had written it a short while ago. I slowly looked back but there was no one around. That day I realized that some mysteries never end. Some letters, even if they are never sent, reach their destination one day.

I invite my friends to participate in such a beautiful competition.
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