The story of T O R U
Tofazzal Hossain
The story of TORU is a inspirable story about my life in which I have described about my family's lower condition, how I spent my childhood life, how I spent my educational life, which made me different from all the people, why I named my story as TORU, why I named my blog site as "toru's blog" Please read attentively.......
Date of birth
I was born in 2000, 30 December.
Family's condition
There are six member in my family : Father, Mother, Two brother, One sister & I.
Father: His name Md. Nazrul Islam. He is a rickshaw driver. He is about 55 years old. He earns a little money. He is only earnable member in my family.He leads a simple life. Though he is poor, he like to help the poor as he can. He always advise me to abide by social rule.
Mother: Her Name Mst. Sabina Akter. She is 50 years old. She is a housewife. She also the same character as my father.
Older brother: His name is Md.Uzzal. He is 23 years old. He is mental. Suddenly he attack anyone or try to waste usable things.
Younger Brother: His name is Md.Tofayel Ahmed, age 12, reads in class 8.
Only my little sister: Her name is Mrs. Taiba Akter, age 8, reads in class 3.
About myself : I amMd.Tofazzal Hossain , age 18. Recently I have admitted at Govt. Shahid Sohrawardi College for higher education on Physics.
I always try to display myself differently. Sometimes, I appear as a poet, story writer, Scientist, singer, recitor and so on. But generally I display myself as anArtist , because, I love art.
Father: His name Md. Nazrul Islam. He is a rickshaw driver. He is about 55 years old. He earns a little money. He is only earnable member in my family.He leads a simple life. Though he is poor, he like to help the poor as he can. He always advise me to abide by social rule.
Mother: Her Name Mst. Sabina Akter. She is 50 years old. She is a housewife. She also the same character as my father.
Older brother: His name is Md.Uzzal. He is 23 years old. He is mental. Suddenly he attack anyone or try to waste usable things.
Younger Brother: His name is Md.Tofayel Ahmed, age 12, reads in class 8.
Only my little sister: Her name is Mrs. Taiba Akter, age 8, reads in class 3.
About myself : I am
I always try to display myself differently. Sometimes, I appear as a poet, story writer, Scientist, singer, recitor and so on. But generally I display myself as an
Childhood memories
Event number one:
One day I was playing with my cousins near by the canal which is behind our house. The canal was full of flowing water. There were about 10 children under age of 10. Some of them were naughty. One's name Rasel and other's name
Mamun. Rasel stole Cigarette from his father's pocket the previous day. He was the leader of the team. He proposed to smoke, almost all member agreed but not I. Mamun told that he never tested the tasty of cigarette. All began to smoking. So according to their proposal, I also started.
Suddenly, my father saw our activity and chased away. Without I, all member of the team left away across the canal by swimming. Because, then I didn't know swimming. So, I was caught by my father. He brought me home. Firstly, he washed me, because my body was full of dirty. Then he asked me smilingly,"Dear son, what are these in your pocket? "Lollipop?"
I replied in the negative and said that these were cigarette.
He exclaimed with funny, you knew it's name?
Yes, father. He again asked me,
"Do you know how it take?" I replied it is secret for me, Mamun forbade me to say. My father said,"if you tell, I will give you red shoes." I was fond of red color. So, I agreed to tell that matter. He again said, "if you show me piratically, will give you toys." Then, I started to show greedyly. No sooner had I shown, he started torture with bamboo-stick. From this day, I don't take smoking and reproach bad friends.
Memory number two: Long days ago, My father cameback home from driving rickshaw, at that time, I requested him to buy a shirt and a pant. Though his income was BDT. 100 taka only, he agreed to buy.
In the afternoon, i went to market with him to buy those things. At first, my father entered to a shop where they sells old clothes. I requested my father again and again not to buy those things from the shop. But he didn't ear to my speech. He showed me a red shirt. Actually, I was fond of red color.
He asked me,"Do you like this shirt? "
I replied, "Yes, father" "But it is old!" He tried his best in different ways to manage me, because he had a little money then. He said,"Do you know who wore this shirt?" "No, father." Then he told,"Rich man's son wear this. They use it some days and after donate this to their worker's children. After that these worker sells to market. Now you can use rich man's shirt."
Then I agreed to buy that shirt. That shirt was sold by BDT. 60 taka. So, for short of money we couldn't buy a pant. After seven days, he also bought an old pant but that day I didn't requested him not to buy old pant.
Memory number three: When I was about 6 years old, I was playing with other childrens. Suddenly, I noticed that one children was eating red fruit. I didn't know what it's name was. Then, I asked the children,"what it's name?"
He said,"Apple."
Then, I cameback home and requested my father to bring Apple. Then he agreed to bring. The next day, he brought red fruits and managed me telling it's name apple. But I noticed that children's Apple was strong but my Apples were soft. After that I asked father what type Apple it was. Then he said me,"It is poor's Apple."Finally, I knew that it were Tomatoes.
Memory number three: It was 2005, I was only 5 year old. Generally, students are to be admitted at school in Bangladesh when their age is up to 6. But my father admitted me at the age of 5. The head master of primary school didn't want to admit at this time. He said my father,"Your son is too little to study and to pass in the exam."My father said,"Please give him an opportunity, then i try my best for pass." After that my father taught everyday carefully. I also overcame every task with a good performance. Finally, I made a good result in the final exam and my position was first. Then my father met to the head master and said,"How is my son's performance?" The head master said,"Really, your son is a BLACK DIAMOND." After the year, in every class, my position was first. I love my father very much.
Suddenly, my father saw our activity and chased away. Without I, all member of the team left away across the canal by swimming. Because, then I didn't know swimming. So, I was caught by my father. He brought me home. Firstly, he washed me, because my body was full of dirty. Then he asked me smilingly,"Dear son, what are these in your pocket? "Lollipop?"
I replied in the negative and said that these were cigarette.
He exclaimed with funny, you knew it's name?
Yes, father. He again asked me,
"Do you know how it take?" I replied it is secret for me, Mamun forbade me to say. My father said,"if you tell, I will give you red shoes." I was fond of red color. So, I agreed to tell that matter. He again said, "if you show me piratically, will give you toys." Then, I started to show greedyly. No sooner had I shown, he started torture with bamboo-stick. From this day, I don't take smoking and reproach bad friends.
Memory number two: Long days ago, My father cameback home from driving rickshaw, at that time, I requested him to buy a shirt and a pant. Though his income was BDT. 100 taka only, he agreed to buy.
In the afternoon, i went to market with him to buy those things. At first, my father entered to a shop where they sells old clothes. I requested my father again and again not to buy those things from the shop. But he didn't ear to my speech. He showed me a red shirt. Actually, I was fond of red color.
He asked me,"Do you like this shirt? "
I replied, "Yes, father" "But it is old!" He tried his best in different ways to manage me, because he had a little money then. He said,"Do you know who wore this shirt?" "No, father." Then he told,"Rich man's son wear this. They use it some days and after donate this to their worker's children. After that these worker sells to market. Now you can use rich man's shirt."
Then I agreed to buy that shirt. That shirt was sold by BDT. 60 taka. So, for short of money we couldn't buy a pant. After seven days, he also bought an old pant but that day I didn't requested him not to buy old pant.
Memory number three: When I was about 6 years old, I was playing with other childrens. Suddenly, I noticed that one children was eating red fruit. I didn't know what it's name was. Then, I asked the children,"what it's name?"
He said,"Apple."
Then, I cameback home and requested my father to bring Apple. Then he agreed to bring. The next day, he brought red fruits and managed me telling it's name apple. But I noticed that children's Apple was strong but my Apples were soft. After that I asked father what type Apple it was. Then he said me,"It is poor's Apple."Finally, I knew that it were Tomatoes.
Memory number three: It was 2005, I was only 5 year old. Generally, students are to be admitted at school in Bangladesh when their age is up to 6. But my father admitted me at the age of 5. The head master of primary school didn't want to admit at this time. He said my father,"Your son is too little to study and to pass in the exam."My father said,"Please give him an opportunity, then i try my best for pass." After that my father taught everyday carefully. I also overcame every task with a good performance. Finally, I made a good result in the final exam and my position was first. Then my father met to the head master and said,"How is my son's performance?" The head master said,"Really, your son is a BLACK DIAMOND." After the year, in every class, my position was first. I love my father very much.
Student life
When I was in class 2, a girl was liked by me. Her name is Ruma. I mean, I loved her. But I couldn't propose her directly. But the matter was clear to her because of my eye-conduct. In the last year of primary school, I also couldn't tell that I love her. When I was a student of class six, I usually went their house. Day comes and goes, but couldn't propose directly.
Finally, I got a change at the time of J.S.C exam. I regularly went their house to give her suggestion for the exam. Because of educational help, her all family member accepted our friendship. After that I went their house regularly. One day, she requested me to make a routine for daily study. I accepted her request. Next day, I went their house with a routine and a love letter. When I gave her these, she told me what I gave her extra. Then I said her, "it may a valuable thing, take it secretly." Then I cameback home. After the day, she collected my phone number, then called me. She said,"I also love you. But can't tell to you for shame. I understood your eye-language First day." Then my love story started. From that time, she called me by the name TOMA. It means (TOFAZZAL & RUMA)
What is TORU?
TORU is a conjugated name. The name divided into two part. One is "TO" that means TOFAZZAL & another is "
RU" that means RUMA. So toru's story means our love story.
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