NUEVO CONCURSO | "Una imagen, una historia

Assalamu Alaikum
Dear brothers and sisters, how are you all? By the grace of God, I hope you are well. I am also well by the grace of God. I have come to you today. Today I want to tell you about Una imagen, una historia. hope you like it. You will waste your valuable time and watch the whole post.

Today i just going to join New Competition "Una imagen, una historia"" #worldofxpilar community.

First of all, I would like to express my sincere gratitude and appreciation to the respected founders of this community, Sakal Admin and Moderators who organized such a beautiful competition. I enjoyed the competition very much. A picture has a story to tell. I was very happy to see the story behind the picture. Each of us has a beautiful story behind our pictures. I became interested in participating in this competition. Because in our real life, many stories are hidden behind a picture. Stories that sometimes bring tears to the corners of our eyes, and sometimes bring a smile to the lips.

A picture is not just a picture captured on a mobile phone, but behind this picture are hidden many smiles, joys, sorrows, and many emotional moments of life. A picture reminds us of many memories of life. It reminds us of life-changing moments. When we see some pictures, our feelings are awakened. The photography that I have presented to you today is the scene of boiling rice in a rural environment. Behind this photography is a real experience of my life and an emotional story.

The story that I want to tell you behind this picture is a very strange and painful story in my life. Which you will understand if you read. In this photograph, you can see an elderly woman cooking rice with some dry straw. In our rural area, when rice is brought from the field in winter, it is threshed, soaked in water for five to six days and cooked in a large pot like this. After cooking the rice, it has to be dried well for five to six days.

I was five years old at that time. And my sister was three years old. There was no one in our family except my father and mother. Father had gone to work in the crop field. And mother was alone at home. It was winter then. We had new rice brought from the field. To cook the rice, both parents soaked it in water. Then one morning, both parents took the necessary steps to take the rice out of the water and cook it. Mother was putting rice in a large pot and cooking it with dry straw. There was no one else at home, father had gone out to the crop field.

My sister and I are sitting next to the pot for cleaning the rice. We have been cooking the rice since morning. While cooking rice, my mother got very tired. And my sister and I were very hungry. My younger sister was crying a lot for food. Since my mother was alone, she could not leave the work of cooking rice and go home for food. When my sister started crying even more, my mother told me to keep an eye on my sister. She should not go into the fire. Saying this, my mother went to the dining room to bring food.

It was a little late to bring my mother's food. In the meantime, I started playing with dry firewood. While playing mischief, suddenly the dry firewood caught fire on my sister's clothes. When I saw that my sister was on fire, I was very scared. I was very scared and kept quiet for a while. Then I tried to put out the fire. But the fire would not catch. When my mother saw me bringing food from the house, my sister was on fire.

My mother ran and tried hard to put out the fire. But the sad thing is that my sister's body was burned almost 90% of the time. Later she was taken to the hospital. She was admitted to the hospital. The doctor treated her a lot. But after fighting for life and death for 10 days due to 90% of the body, she left this world. My sister's death has silenced our entire family. My sister died because of my mistake. I have lost my sister forever.

Even now, when I see the scene of boiling rice in the village, this painful scene of suffering comes to my eyes. When I see the scene of boiling rice, tears come to my eyes. The story of the hardships of life comes to mind. I can never forget this story of losing my sister. When I see such a scene, the story of suffering comes to my eyes. Behind a picture, there is a story of laughter and joy.

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Category	general writing
Camera	realme C55
Post Created	@ah-agim
Location	Bangladesh

Thank you very much for taking your valuable time to read my post to the end. If you get my encouragement and inspiration, I will present more such photographs, InshaAllah. We will talk about other topics at another time. Until then, everyone will be well. Stay healthy, take care of your health. I express this hope as I bid you farewell.

May you all be well. My love and congratulations to all of you.

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