DP Daily Prompt: Four Stars Post By Ranu
I grew up in a large family.My father was an assistant secretary in the ministry of defense,my mom was a housewife.I was a very curious child. My Dad or Mom or my siblings,always had to explain in detail, my why questions. My eldest brother was amused by my constant questions.More than once he reminded me that, “curiosity killed a cat”.It did not make any difference. I did not change.
I don’t know how old I was when I started going to school. I probably did okay in school. My Dad did not hire a tutor for me. He did hire one for my older siblings. I had to get up early to catch the school bus.It came to our gate at 6 a.m. My teachers gave me a lot of homework.One day I was unable to complete it. I did not know what the punishment will be,so I stayed home.That morning the bus driver kept on honking,I knew Dad will ask,’Ma Ranu ‘, aren’t you going to school?’I quickly said,”Dad I am cold”. My sister yelled,’it is not a reason to skip school’. I thought Dad doesn’t mind,who cares what Khuku thinks.

Dhaka (Photo credit: eGuide Travel) I had to think of an excuse fast. So I said, ‘Abba I am cold’. My big sister would yell out and say, ‘That’s no reason to skip school’. I did not reply. I thought as long as Dad has no problem with it,why should I care what Khuku thinks.
My Dad died suddenly,we had to move to our original homeland,Bangladesh. We were not thrilled with the move and no one cared what we thought. I finished school and took admission in a local college. I attended it for two years. I told my big Sister I want to study in Holy Cross College in Dhaka. Arrangements were made and I was there another two years and completed my Under Grad. degree.
My next move was to get admission to do masters degree.I wanted to study Economics,my sister thought I was not hardworking enough to pass the course. I took admission to study history. I did well and took admission for B.ed. course.After completing the course,I taught for three years. I then applied for a scholarship,fortunately I was successful. I studied in London,England for a year.
I got married and came to Canada.I am a Canadian citizen.I live in St. John’s, Newfoundland,Canada. Here ends my boring story.
Dear Chaman,
Thank you for sharing. I wouldn’t say it’s a boring story! It is a very nice one and you are very fortunate masha’Allah (we all are in our own ways). It is lovely to see how you developed and how you always had that ‘curiosity’ within you. Unfortunately, as elders we do not give as much time as we should to our little one’s, answering their many questions and encouraging their creativity!
I love your journey btw! You started in Bangladesh, went to Europe and ended up in Canada! That’s really amazing masha’Allah.
Much love and best wishes,
Shaidi
Thank you,I didn’t want to make it long. The daily prompt was such,I could not finish it shorter than this.
I thought about using someone else,but I know myself better, so I took this route.
All the best to you.
Chaman
awhh well thank you for sharing! 🙂
Thank you.
Chaman
Thank you so much,Shaidi.It’s always a pleasure to read your comment.
Chaman
Thank you for visiting and reading my story.
Chaman
Dear Ranu,
Thank you for sharing this story which, to me, is very far from being boring.
All good wishes,
robert
Thank you Robert,you are very kind and I always appreciate your comment.
my best wishes to you.
Ranu
Thanks for your encouraging comment.
Ranu
This is so interesting. Now I know you better How nice! My father’s family were originally from Newfoundland and I visited beautiful St John’s. Great post~
Thank you Cindy.My daughter asked me whether you were from Newfoundland.I didn’t know then.
Well pleased to know your roots.How nice!
Ranu
Thank you so much.I am delighted to know your father’s family is from Newfoundland.
Ranu
Sorry about my long absence. I am trying to catch up now. This story does not sound boring at all (referring to one of your lines). There is a progression in it, and a natural flow.
Wow, thank you,this is all I can say.
Regards,
Chaman
Thank you, Republic of Rumi.
Regards,
Chaman