My Weekend

                   My weekends are always the same. Watching televisions, doing homework, helping my mom, cleaning my bedroom, playing cards with my yonger brother and sister or reading story books. At first time , I liked the way what I have to do all over the weekend. Because when I was in Bangladesh, I didn't have that much time to play or opprtunity to read story books. If I want to read the story book I have to hide the book very cleverly. Because if my dad realized that  I was raeding sroty book, he would scolded me or bite me with a stick. It doesn't mean my father is cruel! All the parents thought that reading story book is wasting time, we can memorize our text book instead of reading story book, so that we can do  very  well in the examination!

                However,gradually it gets boar to me. Always doing the same thing seemed very monotonius to me. I started to thingking what can I do to get rid of these monotony works. Then a few days ago, my cousin named Nazmul suggested me that I can goo to the www. freerice.com and play a game which can help me to learn new  english vocabulary words or it can help me with my science subjects. He told me it's fun game to play. He also suggested me that I can sing up in Face book by thye internet. Theose were a great idea to spend my leisure time. Now, I learned new things from freerice.com and I like to chat with my in facebook! Now sometimes I chat with other people that I don't know. But the only problem is there are many false account in facebook, which can irritate you if you're not careful. But I also think it's a g way to know other people.

      

   

A Memorable Eid than Ever

            Mily is the youngestchild of her parents. She always wish to get what she wants at any cost. As the Ramadan goes, eid is knocking at the door. Every body is pretty exiting about eid shopping. One of her friend already bought her dresses for eid and some of her friends were started to plan how would they celebrate  their eid.
              " Dad, wher we'er going to shopping mall? Eid is coming"! Dad just moved his head a little. then mom said, "Honey, don't worry. We'll go next weekend." But Mily wasn't happy, she gasped. "I want a really beautiful dress, which would be the finest dress among all of my friends." Her parents know Mily's type. they just looked at each other.
              Two days later, they went to the shopping mall. Mily took a long period of time to chose her dress. " Honey, I know you liked it, but it's pertty expensive. You should know our condition. I already made the budget for this month. You have to chose another one. I'm extremely sorry." Mily looked so much disappointed. Her large eyes filled with water. After a while her mom said to her dad, " we shouldn't dissappoint her. This eid comes once a year. We'll redo our budget." Mily's dad wasn't very happy but he bought that dress for mily to make her feel good. Within five minutes, they stepped down into the 1st floor. Mily suddenly saw another dress which is pretty than her dress. then she told her parents to buy that dress too. her father stared at her. " We can't provide two expensive dresses for you!"   
              But it's mily! she didn't want to hear anything else. She cried the whole way. When they got home they saw somebody was sleeping  in the empty space which is infront of their house. Her father shouted to the strangers. There was an old woman and her two grand child. They were shiking and looked so scared.
Her mom asked them why they came here. The old woman answered them that they came from village in searching of livelihood. " Their parents are died", the old lady pointed to those two little girls.
             Mily felt very sorry for them. She thought herself, " how do they live without their parents? They don't even have foods, clothes!"
             Suddenly she realized that God give us a great gift when we born and it's our parents! They are like permanent shelter over us! She also realized that there are lot of people in the world who doesn't have food to eat, no home to live.
             She felt very regreat that she did one-two hours ago. She went to her mom and shouted," Mom! Dad! I don't need two dresses for Eid. I'll  share my other dresse with these two little girls. Eid is for every body to celebrate."

            

A Memorable Event

       This story is about my favorite teacher, Mr. Shaha. During that time, I was in Bangladesh and read in 8th grade.
       Mr. Shaha was a math teacher. He was very nice with us but we always feared about him. He had a husky voice and we usually didn't make noise in his class. One day, when he entered our class, he looked very upset. We didn't have that much courage to ask him what happened. After a while, when he finished checking our homework, some of my friends and I decided to ask him that why he was upset. Then we asked him very quietly with a little fear.
    But he was silent first time. We noticed that he looked like crying. After a moment of silent, he told us that it was the same day that when his father died in during he was fought against the Pakistani armies to gain our independence in 1971. He told us the whole story how his  father died. It was a terrible story but it was also about a brave fighter. " I proud of father, who sacrificed his  precious life to give an independent country to the new generation", said Mr Shaha.
   There are there millions of people sacrificed their lives in our independence war against Pakistan. We bowed our head with deep respect. We also feel proud for our brave freedom fighters who gave us a beautiful and an independent country in exchange of their lives.
      We congratulate Mr. Shara, as a son of a brave person and told him that, "It's a matter of proud, not to worry."