Ifter

 

Slamalaikum brother, a little sarben that seat is mine.The ramadam is back one year after.This month your life mistake and recover to pray of allah to the change. All the Muslim are pray.

I looked up and saw a man with a strange look like a black, skinny man pointing to the seat next to me. 
I quickly responded to the salute and made room for him to enter. 
The man's body felt cold as he touched the man's body as he entered. 
I got a little scared. 
The man seemed to understand, and the mysterious smile gave a smile. 
I looked at the man for a while and sat back on the other side. 
He left the bus.

After a long time I am going to my grandfather's house. 
Due to various problems in the middle did not go a few years. 
This time I left as a result of getting a big holiday. 
There is no one at home except grandparents and two distant cousins. 
There used to be a lot of people. 
We also used to go there at different times. 
Those memories peek out from time to time. 
I didn't have much fun.

-Brother, are you going to grandma's house?

Suddenly the man asked a question. 
Somewhat surprised, I replied,

- Yes, how do you know?

- No, I see you in that house a couple of times. 
Isn't your grandfather's name Karim Uddin Bhuiyan?

-Yes, do you know my grandfather?

- I used to go to that house, but now I don't go.

I thought to myself that many people would come to the house then, it is not possible to know everyone anymore. 
One of them