My Voice

Today, I had a long journey to my Dad's homeland, It's far away from city area and transportation in the area is only your feets. At half past 7, I reached there 1st by taxi then by boat to the village. I met with some of my old relatives there, they greated me warmly but I had to go for Eid prayer thats why I told them that I am gonna come just after the prayer.

I went to the village market nearby the grave-yard and Eid field where people gather to pray Eid prayer and there is a small primary school between the market and the yard. Both the yard and field is surrounded by the paddy and corn field. Oh, another thing our village is fully rounded by a small river named The Titas, My name is kept after it's name by my Dad.

Meanwhile the prayer came into end within 2 hours. Then I visited my father's grave and cleaned it up. Too much rainfall and rough weather made the upper level go deepper, though I prayed at my best,''May God pardon both of my Dad and me and all the people who already left and who are waiting to left this world someday.'' Amen.

Now I am finished writting about today's trip.