MUTTAKIN RASHID ALVI
"Will she tie up my shoes when I grow old?" Mashpia’s father, Mr. Mamun was muttering. He had just reached home safely after a busy day in the office. His house was close to a river named Surma. It was almost midnight. His wife had a long hassle with him as he was very late that night. After entering into his daughter's science laboratory, he saw a small bed. He went to sleep on it.
The laboratory was smelly and unsuitable to stay. There were many mosquitoes moving around. Mashpia went near her father and said, “Papa, my room is free from flying insects. Please sleep there tonight.” Her father replied, “No need of that. Just spray the mosquito killer. That will be enough for me.” After saying that her father fell asleep. Mashpia was a great listener to her father. She searched for the insect killer all over the house. But eventually, she failed to find it.
Mashpia, feeling her father’s discomfort, brought a blanket and placed it over her father’s body. She knew that mosquitoes were perturbing her dad. So, she had sit next to her father and kept her eyes sharp. If there was even a single gnat on her father’s corpus, she would daunt it away. The whole night passed like this.
The sun rose. Sunrise offered a celestial perspective. The water was quite calm, but the motion communicated by the currents was so outstanding that although there was not a breath of air stirring, the river heaved slowly with a grand and majestic motion. It was 5.40 am when Mashpia’s father, Mr. Mamun woke up. He saw that her daughter was sitting very close to her with a paper in her hand. He asked his daughter why she was holding it and why she was there. She replied that she couldn’t find the insect killer anywhere in the house. She added that she wanted to save her dad from mosquitoes and so she was there to do the duty of a great daughter. At this, Mashpia’s father became very pleased with her and prayed to Almighty for her success in life. And after about fifteen years, she got herself a chance to read in the University of Harvard. She didn't want to leave her family. Eventually, she left. One year later she wrote a letter to her father saying, “Papa,please sit on my favorite chair,
No longer you miss the way you caressed my hair.
Papa,don't worry about the times I stumbled and fell,
Now I can take my steps pretty well.
I found someone to fix the lose boards,
Having fun doing the household chores,
Papa, I finally realized that I'm okay,
I agree with you, really it's better this way.”