Picked up by a father and thrown to GOD!

Dusky, frizzy–uncombed hair, a half pant, almost broken bathroom slippers and an old t-shirt.....that’s all he came with! His small eyes filled with shyness and embarrassment never faced anyone in my family. He wasn’t Bangladeshi?  ‘This is Noor’, my father introduced, when he kept his head down staring at the ground! He didn't speak out a word for almost that evening when he first arrived at my house. This 9 year old first pronounced the word ‘baideu’ (which means sister basically ma’am). ‘No no don’t call me ‘baideu’, call me ‘MAA’......Those words of my mother still echo. And that’s how we four added one more member to our family.....NOOR, the fifth one!

He wasn’t Bangladeshi even if he was the son of Bengali parents of Assam. He wasn’t Bangladeshi even if he had that typical Bengali accent. He wasn’t! When the society is patched by the tags of caste, creed, sub-caste and all bullshit, you still never hesitated to eat in the plat that I left out. Never!  More than 8 years of togetherness and still the first look of yours aren’t forgotten. I guess I was your elder sister sometime, somewhere, in some-birth. I wonder how you can be 5 years younger than me; you were more perfect than me in so many works! Weren’t you? 

How will I repay you all that you did on our (me and my brother) behalf? My mummy was all alone and we were busy with our so-called career, she had only you near her to talk to, to share, to scold, to listen, and to call her MAA.  How can I forget NOOR?

You don’t have to shed tears today on knowing that you are going to die because you are suffering from a bloody disease called BLOOD CANCER. Please don’t! You did a great job dude, by making all of us your ‘slave of emotions’. Purely unpaid slaves!  My father will still shout for you before leaving for the office to open the gate to take out his car, my mother will still ask you what to cook for lunch, my brother will still call out your name when he watches a comedy scene in the TV and I will still plan the trip for you that you always wanted me to do. I could not bring you to Delhi and show you India Gate Noor. I am sorry!

Please don’t die now, let me earn a bit more and fulfil your dream of ‘air travel’. Please do not die now, papa still need to teach you driving. Please do not die now, mummy still need to buy you the FM station with earphones, also teach you to read those fat books that you always wanted to read. It is so soon for you to die Noor, we cannot be without you! You said you never saw your mother but got MAA as the best gift of God, then why you want to leave so early? Please don’t, we need to re-pay you so much! There are still many unfulfilled promises waiting for you....Please do not die!