How are you all? I hope you are all doing very well by the grace of God. I am also doing very well by your prayers. I am going to start today's new post by greeting and congratulating all the brothers and sisters of 'ccs' on my behalf. In this post, I will highlight the difficult times I had while staying in Dhaka city with my sick father. I have already presented a few posts, today I will present the difficult moments of February 15th. So let's see this post of mine and you will know my painful feelings.

I had already mentioned in my blogs that my sick father was treated at Meherpur Kushtia Hospital and when things didn't go well, he was sent to Dhaka Birdem Hospital. Meanwhile, a lot of money had already been spent. I came to Dhaka city on February 13th with a lot of fear and pain. When I came to Dhaka city, I faced many villages in front of Jahangirnagar University. After that, I had a hard time getting admitted to the hospital. Then, February 14th, the World Valentine's Day, was passed through a lot of pain and grief. The next day, the 15th, came. I woke up in the morning. Since I don't sleep much, I had to sleep on the floor in the middle of the patients' beds. You can understand how sad it was to be in the middle of the patients with such a sad feeling. After waking up, I had to freshen up and give my father medicine. Then, I was handed a receipt to bring medicine. And another receipt was handed to me to pay for some tests. I went out with those receipts. Then I deposited the money and went to the hospital counter.

Then I followed the slip on which I was asked to buy three injections for my father and went to the other side of Dhaka Shahbagh Square, that is, to cross the flyover and go to the other side. After crossing the flyover and going to the other side, I noticed that the pharmacy from which I buy injections is not yet running. So I stayed on the flyover for some time. Then when I saw that the pharmacy was open, I took the medicine from there and came back to the flyover.

With the medicine in hand, I started looking around the Shahbagh square in Dhaka in the morning. I took a few photos to relieve some of my sadness. Because I had not only refreshed myself after waking up, but I had also done a lot of things in the meantime, and seeing the pain and suffering of other patients with my own eyes, I felt a little bit of despair. So I looked at the outside environment for a while and tried to calm and strengthen myself. You can see that the quiet city never stops. When the road is a little empty, it seems like a quiet city, but the sound of vehicles around it is always going on and the traffic jam increases as time goes by. It was exactly like this that was happening in my heart. Whenever I came to the outside environment, I felt a little peace, but whenever I went inside the hospital, the pain in my heart increased while seeing my father's suffering and helping him.

Anyway, after that, I was given the injection by the nurses who were giving me the medicine. After helping me with various things, I was able to calm myself down by taking a bath in the bathroom next to me. And like this, the morning time passed and the afternoon time approached. Once again, I had to see the doctor to give my father medicine and get his sugar test done. I continued to help him one after another, focusing on my father. But in this difficult moment, for once, no one from my in-laws asked how my father was doing and how fresh his mind was. If his loved ones ever give him courage, he gets a lot of peace.

Then I had to bring bread from the hotel for my father's food. Since the doctor had strictly forbidden me to eat rice, I had to freshen up and get my father ready and then come down from the six-story building. After eating at one of the two restaurants nearby, I had to pack food for my father and come back to my father. My father kept waiting for me until I returned to my father. Since my big toe had rotted due to diabetes, I was suffering a lot at the moment. When we arrived, two days were government holidays, for which there was nothing to be done. I had to give him an injection to stop the rotting. That's why the cost was a little higher because it was a long time.

At the end of this day, I got a good feeling after seeing the Food Panda seller. I often see this food for sale online in advertisements in Dhaka city but I have never seen it with my own eyes or bought it. I saw a boy standing in a corner preparing things. He can deliver this food to the people who ordered it at their own homes. It really surprised me. Many students who come from far away do all these jobs in Dhaka city to earn their living along with studying. They don't have time to stand and talk to other people for two minutes. They are so busy. They have to cross traffic jams within a certain time and deliver the food to the orderer. And this food has to be delivered door to door, that is, by calling the numbers of different buildings and reaching their doorsteps.