Sunday, 20 January, 2019, 7:44 AM
Home Literature

The Homecoming

Published : Saturday, 5 January, 2019 at 12:00 AM  Count : 551
Rassiq Aziz Kabir

The Homecoming

The Homecoming

Rafiqun Nabi used to live in a small neighbourhood of Mirpur. He worked for an electronic workshop as a technician which was only a step away from his home. His wife Rahima, a diligent woman, had the sole command of the household chores. And his daughter, Aklima, a six year old, was about to begin school.
Their lives were going as it goes for a typical lower middle class family; until one day, Aklima became very sick. She caught a severe fever and headache, leading to a state of anxiety for her parents.

Rafiqun Nabi went on to summon a doctor. It was just before evening when he left the house. Rahima was becoming very tensed because the sky had darkened and there was no trace of Rafiqun Nabi. The nearest hospital was about only 20 minutes away from their home and it had been 4 hours since Rafiqun Nabi left the house. Meanwhile, Aklima's situation was improving steadily and within 4 days, she completely recovered from her sickness. But Rafiqun Nabi didn't come back.

Ten years passed after that incident. Rahima was again married. Her new husband, Golam Rasul was quite affluent. He also never looked down upon Aklima and treated her as if she were his real daughter. They still lived in their old house in Mirpur because Golam Rasul's business place was very near. One night, Aklima caught a severe fever just like she did about 10 years ago. Golam Rasul wanted to go and bring a doctor with him but Rahima didn't approve of the decision because the memory of 10 years ago was still vivid in her mind. All on a sudden, someone was knocking their door. Rahima became quite surprised because nobody is supposed to come at this time of the day.

Anyway, she went on to open the door. After opening the door, she was bewildered and stood still like a stone as her eyes were bursting out of their places. She saw Rafiqun Nabi, her former husband, standing there with a packet of medicine in his hand. He had hair down to his shoulder and beard down to his chest. He looked like a caveman in the quest of hunting a deer. Suddenly, he broke the silence by saying," The doctor couldn't come, but I have bought every medicine as per his prescription. I am a little late because there happened to be a huge traffic jam on my way.''

The writer is a student of Dhaka University








« PreviousNext »



Latest News
Most Read News
Editor : Iqbal Sobhan Chowdhury
Published by the Editor on behalf of the Observer Ltd. from Globe Printers, 24/A, New Eskaton Road, Ramna, Dhaka.
Editorial, News and Commercial Offices : Aziz Bhaban (2nd floor), 93, Motijheel C/A, Dhaka-1000. Phone :9586651-58. Online: 9513959, Advertisement: 9513663
E-mail: info@observerbd.com, online@observerbd.com, news@observerbd.com, advertisement@observerbd.com,   [ABOUT US]     [CONTACT US]   [AD RATE]   Developed & Maintenance by i2soft