Brother, I'm sorry, brother.
Brother holding two legs, brother, and not Miren brother,
Brother, I am fasting, and brother Amuna ,,,,,, !!
The two stopped at Rosa's words,
Where is your house
- In Kalabagan slum.
- Do you steal from the mosque? How big is your heart?
The man next door said,
Why did the brother stop? Den and Koyda, they steal in the month of Ramadan, they kick in Salar. Why do you steal and fast again? Do not pass the place of lies?
Saying this, Barabar put another slap on the ear. The boy sat against the wall with his hands on his cheeks. The Imam came down from the second floor at the sound of crying and shouting. He saw people gathered in the courtyard of the mosque. Iftar party in the mosque of the area today, that event was going on in the mosque.
Imam went ahead and said- what happened here?
People started saying sir I am catching a thief! You bastard!
Imam Sahib went ahead and saw a 12-13 year old boy sitting against the wall, the boy's whole cheek was flooded with tears, the color of his skin was black but the lines of injury were clearly visible.
The boy became even more frightened when the Imam came forward. This time he is not free, his hands and feet are shaking.
--What are you doing? See?
The man next to him handed over the polythene bag and said, "Look, sir, look ... he is arranging Iftar. I'm holding hands in the acre!
He took the polythene in his hand and saw half a kilo of jilapi, 6 apples and some dates inside.
The master said- so why are you beating the people like this? Does anyone kill a child like this?
This time the excitement of the people stopped a little.
The master asks the boy- what does your father do?
The boy regained some relief. He said- he used to fix the bicycle, his father was ill so he didn't work. The lord gave me a hug. I haven't stolen a day before. In a few houses, not a single grain was helped. Later food at Dehi Mosque. I took Tuila to take her home. I'm sorry I made a mistake.
People from the side are saying, these are all lies, they have been caught and now they are polite.
Huzur said- Let the end of Iftar be, if he sees the truth and lies, he will be informed and warned. Give the boy some water, he's panting a lot.
He handed over a bottle of water. The boy replied- I am fasting!
Imam Sahib looked at the people with a slightly annoyed face. He made the boy perform aju and sat next to him and made iftar.
After Iftar and prayers, Imam Sahib took the two men and the boy to the slum. In a tin house, the boy's father is sitting outside the door.
Hearing all this, the father raised his hand to slap his son on the cheek. Huzur interrupts and says- he has been beaten enough, he is not dead anymore.
The father cried and said, "Believe me, sir, I did not teach this to my son." Dhaira has been my illness for several days. There is no work, I can't feed Polapango properly. But I never thought I would steal Pola. He is not that pola.
The boy's sister came out to say these things. The girl will be 6 years old.
The sister extends her hand towards her brother and says in a soft voice- brother, Jilapi Anonai ?? Tumina aizka jilapi anba kaicho ??
There is no word on the brother's face, he is standing silently.
Meanwhile, another 4-year-old sister came running from the house - brother, not her, not her, give it to me first, to me.
Raising his hand, he said to his brother's face in silence for a while, "Brother, have you eaten alone?" Don't bring it for me ??
The brother cried when he heard about his younger sister.
The two sisters entered the house upset. The younger sister got up on her mother's lap and cried. The mother comes out with her face pressed.
Maya has been trying to eat jilapi for a few days now, Ogo Baap's illness. There was no money left, so I sent Polatar out to the house to get some help. Little people don't understand, so they're making mistakes. He took the food in front of him and took it away.
Meanwhile, the baby girl is crying with tears in her eyes and complaining to her mother- mother, brother Aizakao didn't bring jilapi too, brother Amago is just lying!
The brother is standing with his head down
Suddenly the sister noticed that her brother's shirt pocket was wet!
Brother, what is in your pocket? Saying this, he put his hand in and took out two jilapis !!
Brother, are you bringing? Two sisters smiled!
The brother is now scared to death! The man looked at the two of them in a frightened manner and said, "Sir, I did not steal this." He looked at Huzur with hopeful eyes and said, "Believe me, Huzur, this is my share of jilapi. I was keeping my share for Iftar during Iftar. I really didn't steal it, Huzur.
Everyone is standing still, Hazur pulls the boy to his chest, holds his head to his chest and starts shedding tears.
We have made a mistake, we are raising our hands against your son, forgive us.
The man took the wallet out of his pocket and handed it to his father.
One emotion creates a dense environment,
They could not stay in shame for long, everyone said goodbye and left quickly.
Ramadan is not the name of breaking the fast by arranging colorful food on the table in the drawing room.
"Iftar is the main occasion to put food in the mouths of all the foodless."