DP Daily Prompt: Futures Past

As a kid, what did you want to be when you grew up? How close are you from that vision?

I love talking about my childhood, in my early years in school,I had no idea what I wanted to be when I grew up. I was always concerned about the present,one of my weakness was ‘homework’, if I got it done it was great, if not what kind of punishment will I endure, especially when nuns are your teachers. I didn’t wait to see I took matters in my own hand, pretended I was sick. Some days my excuse was it’s too cold, or I had a headache or stomach ache.

While it satisfied my father it didn’t my big sister, she’d scream at the top of her lungs accusing Dad for spoiling me.Then there was my big brother who’d sit by my side and with a broad smile would ask,”what was your excuse today?”

I of course would reply, “Do not talk too much big brother.”

This excuse of mine went on for a while, my father never questioned me, I’m sure he knew I was making an excuse to skip school.

When my father died the whole thing changed in my life , we moved to my parents city, my brother bought a house for us to live. There was no fooling around with school, big brother was at the helm, not knowing what he’d do made me very cautious, I started thinking about what I wanted to do when I grew up,the idea of teaching was on the top of my list.

I studied as much as I needed to get through in school,in college the pattern didn’t change, when I stepped in the university it suddenly dawned on me, I must study seriously or I’d fail the courses. I worked hard, my teachers were pleased with my performance, I was slowly reaching the top of the ladder of success, big sister of course was not ready to believe me but my teacher’s did which was more important than what my sister thought.

My final step to success was an education degree, which I was able to get without much trouble. My sister thought I shouldn’t tell anyone I have an education degree, people will make fun of you she said!

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DP Daily Prompt: Shake it Up

It’s kind of ironic that I am supposed to write about my twelfth birthday. For starters I did not have a birthday party. I remember a few days after my birthday, well, I can still visualize the day as if it happened only yesterday.

On the twenty second day after my birthday, my father’s condition suddenly worsened . We were playing outside completely unaware what was happening inside the house,until I heard a loud scream. We rushed inside, my Dad was on the bed trying to say something to my brother, who was holding my Dad’s hand and telling him not to go. After a few minutes all was quiet,my eldest brother was on his way to get a doctor,by the time he came with the doctor, my Dad stopped breathing.

The doctor examined my Dad and said , “I am sorry, it’s too late!” My brother asked him how much was his fees.

He looked at him and said, “I do not take money from a dead man.”

Our home was a scene of sadness ,my Mom was crying and reading the Qur’an , my sister kept crying and said, “I am so sorry I wasn’t home when he died, I couldn’t say goodbye to him.”

We were numb we did not understand what death meant, I and my younger siblings did not realize it was final, Our Dad will never come back.

Then my brother wanted to know from our mom, what should we do next. My mom wanted us to leave the place and go to Bangladesh our original home.

The preparation took six months. We left Rawalpindi by air. We stayed in Dhaka for a few days and went to my maternal grandpa’s village. We lived in his house for almost a year, my eldest brother went to Comilla a small town to buy a house for us to live.

We moved to Comilla which became our permanent home.

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