Khela Ghor, Play House Volume VII

Nur Alom

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Volume VII of Nur Alom’s Play House continues the story of his struggles. After ten years living in France, he returns to the land of his birth, Bangladesh. Much has changed in his family home: his father has been killed, his reading hut is gone, the house has deteriorated, many of the trees are gone, and his sister-in-law Koruna, who now more or less rules the house, does not like his being there. She encourages others in the family to scheme against him, to get him married off and thereby to get all his wealth.

What follows is a long series of efforts by Koruna and her allies to marry him off, cheat him out of his wealth, and prevent him from returning to France. Will he ever get back to France?

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• Publié par: Edilivre
• Date de parution: 17 juin 2021
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9782414526864
• Langue: English

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Dedication
To Julie and Dominique Bertrand.


Nur ALOM with his friends on the day he became a French Citizen
Introduction
The pain of losing and the past can never be forgotten. People don’t get what they want, and they get what they don’t want easily. The joy of power is fleeting and the longing and pain of not getting power always makes people cry. The words of the past are a reflection of the next life of man.
Just as he left his homeland and spent his days in sorrow, so he returned to his homeland and was filled with joy. The pain of losing is not filled with anything. In the midst of this pain, Koruna finds an opportunity. But the victory of truth is forever. The truth can never be suppressed. So everything is clear to people today.
Where are the criminals today? Those who are having an illicit relationship with Koruna used Koruna to harm me. But Koruna could not stand the greed and sacrificed her youth for the greed of my wealth. She will surely suffer the curse of seizing wealth by alienation. God is the best judge.
If Koruna had once thought of herself and her sons and daughters, she would never have committed such a heinous crime. She crossed the border and became reckless. Koruna’s father is similar. There are all kinds of similarities with parents. People say that children are like their father. That which Allah has ordained for man. This beautiful world is made ugly by cruel people.
By saying goodbye to my father forever, Koruna and her parents have occupied this house and ruled. And now it’s my turn to say goodbye forever. If you can send me away forever, then mercy is all-pervading. Mercy will reign peacefully with her parents, brothers and sisters. Koruna will live with her lovers without concern for her husband.
Those who have made this beautiful world a playground are playing a game today. Syed Motahar, Syed Abul Khair, Kazi Mahbub, DB Aminul, Fazlu Khan, Khalil Sikder: when and how do they wish good luck? Their game is not over yet. Why are people so helpless to respond to these games? How long can these people wield this sort of power? The punishment for these lies is eternal truth.
The lives of these filthy people are cursed. And they will die under this curse. God knows best what their life will be like after death. As long as these human-like inhumane people survive, they will create unrest among peaceful people and keep the society dark.
Nur ALOM
Play House VII
I live in France, without telling Dominique and Julie that
I was going home to Bangladesh after ten years in France.
My mind was always anxious about the death of my father in the dark black fog.
The absence of my father makes my mind cry all the time.
My heart falls asleep crying for not being able to see my father.
The relentless sadness of my father’s death continues to haunt me.
My family house is not the same as before, and I am overwhelmed by how it changed.
The house mourns the death of its father.
I don’t see anyone here except my mother.
Dad left us crying.
I have come home to experience joy in the faces of my family.
But my mind wakes up crying.
After losing my father, my mother seemed to want to follow him.
Those with whom I spent my childhood, adolescence and youth are all gone.
My little reading hut is no longer there.
There now is no flower and fruit ceremony, not even under the mehendi tree.
There are no vegetables growing in the garden.
But, as the mind was happy to see the family, so was the joy of eating with them.
There is no father, there is no mother, there is no work.
The shady house is in a bad condition now, and I miss everything.
Our farm had been full of cows, goats, ducks and chickens.
Hearing the call of the rooster, it could be understood that it was time for Azan 1 .
Seeing a cockfight indicated that guests were coming.
To greet the guests, a chicken is caught in a net between the houses.
The joy of chasing a rooster no longer occurs.
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