Teenage boy commits suicide

A teenage boy committed suicide at Ghechua Badejama village in Jokiganj upazila on Saturday as his parents refused to give him a new mobile phone set. He was identified as Iqbal Hossain, 15, son of Altabur Rahman. Family members said Iqbal, a class IX student of Jobed Ali High School of the village, hanged himself from a branch of a tree near their house at around 1.00pm. On information, police recovered the body and sent it to Sylhet MAG Osmani Medical College Hospital morgue for autopsy.

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