Steemit Challenge s28wk2 : Remembering Through Healing

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Tina came back home since her family was going through a tough time after the death of her mom. She came back home after years away, but she felt the walls still whispering stories of laughter and her mother’s gentle voice. She felt everything had changed since her mother was no more, but she remembered how her family moved through the days, trying to forget not so happy conversations that always irritated her.

Tina now cooked, cleaned, managed errands, and remembered all about her company with her mom, and evenings felt too long at times. She remembered the strain, the arguments flaring over small things, the way grief sometimes twisted love into impatience yet, their affection held them together. Tina felt upset every night, when the house settled into stillness.

She often felt as if gone back in the past and talking to her mom. She thought of her mother, her warmth, her strength, her laughter even if she didn't go so well with her at times.

She often wished she could talk to her, just once more, to say that she was trying her best, even when she failed. The thought brought both guilt and comfort. Losing her mother left an ache that time wouldn’t heal, yet, being back home gave her one quiet truth to hold on to, love doesn’t leave, even when people do.

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At that time, I remember everything even more—especially the moments when my mother scolded me for my own good. She always spoke for my benefit, but at that age we were too young, which made us feel irritated. Yet later, when we sit alone and think about those moments, we feel regret.

One day, Tina was sitting and thinking, “When I used to live at home, I helped my mother with household chores. Back then, it felt annoying, but those were actually lessons for me—domestic education, family education, practical lessons for real married life. Within all of this lies welfare. A mother always wants the best for her children.”

After her mother passed away, tears fell from her eyes in the depth of night. So many memories—laughter, joy, sorrow—she had spent all those moments with her family. And when she first moved far away from home for her studies, she felt relieved, thinking, “Now I won’t have to do any chores. I can study peacefully.”

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But after a few days, she began missing her mother, her family members, her siblings, and her grandparents. Living together creates beautiful moments—filled with joy, even if occasional quarrels happen. That is natural, not abnormal.

Years passed as she stayed away from home. Then suddenly, upon hearing such heartbreaking news, it felt as if the bird of her soul had flown away. Tina had a very close relationship with her mother. Now, all of these are memories. Even thinking about the happy days brings tears to her eyes.

If I speak about myself, I would say: Alhamdulillah, my parents are still alive, and so are my grandparents. Endless thanks to Allah Ta’ala.

But I am far away from home for my job. My workplace is seven to eight hours away from my house, a distance of at least 200 to 250 kilometers. Even if I want to, I cannot easily go home, and the expense is high. Traveling back and forth costs around 800 to 1000 taka.

Still, I visit home every one or two months. I miss my parents very much. I often talk to my father, mother, and sister. I also talk to my grandparents, uncles, aunts, and younger siblings.

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In the same way, when Tina lived away from home, she also stayed in touch like this. She often remembered them. Although she spent wonderful times with her school and college friends—chatting and studying—family ties are like an invisible strength, an invisible love.

That is why Tina was deeply heartbroken when she received the news that her mother was no more. For one to two months, she remained in deep sorrow and pain. And this pain lasts a lifetime, because when someone you love—a person of your own blood—leaves this world, accepting it becomes very difficult.

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Week-2 : Remembering Through Healing

 
Hello @jakaria121, thank you so much for taking part in Steemit Challenge Season 28 Week-2. We truly appreciate the time and creativity you put into your entry. Your assessment, including feedback and scores based on our evaluation criteria provided below.

CriteriaMarksRemarks
Story start to finish4.6/5
Originality & Uniqueness2.8/3
Presentation0.9/1
My observation0.9/1
Total9.2/10
FeedbackGood one, you are right. Mothers do everything for their children but children do not understand their value until they grow. Tina learned her lesson the hard way.
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এজন্যই আমাদের উচিত বড়দের কথা সবসময় শোনা, বিশেষ করে বাবা-মা। কোথায় আছেন দাঁত থাকতে দাঁতের মূল্য দিতে হবে ঠিক তেমনি বাবা মা যাদের বেঁচে তাদের সুবর্ণ সুযোগ, তাদের কথা শোনার এবং চক্ষু শীতলকারী সন্তান হিসেবে গড়ে ওঠা, নেক সন্তান হিসেবে ধরে উঠা। আল্লাহ তাআলা আমাদের সবাইকে তৌফিক দান করুন তার নৈকট্য অর্জনের জন্য। আপনাকে অনেক অনেক ধন্যবাদ।