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Star Diary

Crook with a hook

Nowadays, people do not hesitate to spend a huge amount of money on security. Most of the residential apartments now provide exceptional security by installing high-tech security systems. As a result, the loud choir we use to hear in the middle of the night when a thief would break into an apartment has vanished. However, necessity is the mother of invention; the thieves have come up with new ideas to tackle this. It would not have come to my knowledge until the other day while I was rearranging my room I realised that few of my clothes and other electronic devices have disappeared and surprisingly I found that the windows I had locked before sleeping were open in the morning.

When such things occurred a few more times, I decided to talk to our building's security guard about it. I could not believe my ears when he told me that the crooks use a hook to pull the clothes through the window and use a magnet tied with a string to steal small metal objects. On hearing about the genius of these modern thieves, I was amazed, as this type of theft has proved that the human brain has the ability to overcome all barriers.

Rahim Abu Ali Sajwani
North South University
Dhaka


The Pride of a Freedom Fighter

A few days back I was going to college by rickshaw. I was in a hurry since I was getting late for my class. So, it really annoyed me when the rickshaw puller was pulling the rickshaw very slowly. I requested him to pull a bit faster. But he did not pay me any heed. Suddenly I noticed that the rickshaw-puller was pulling the rickshaw with only one hand. And the other sleeve of his shirt was blowing in the wind. I was worried that he might have an accident any time. However, he managed to safely drop me off at my college. Then I gave him a note of Tk100 and told him to keep the change. But, he was unwilling to keep it. He returned me the changes and said; "Ami akjon muktijoddha maa, mehnot koira khai" (I am a freedom fighter; I work to earn my bread).

Hats off to this freedom fighter who does not want to live upon others' mercy despite being a handicap. If I ever get a chance once more to meet him, I will never forget to salute him.

Sharmin Akther
Departmentof English
Chittagong College


Where is our sense of humanity?

The other day I was passing the Mohakhali TnT slum area by rickshaw; I was in hurry to catch my class, as I was already late. That is when I saw an old man walking with the support of a stick; he looked so tired. Suddenly he slipped and fell to the ground. This incident happened just beside me. Some rickshaw-puller ran to him to help him, and I was just watching. Everyday I see how people live in the slums. But I have no feeling for them, as I am used to seeing this since childhood. But after passing that road I suddenly asked myself, "What have I done? I should have helped that person!" Then I realised that I had no humanity left in me, otherwise I would have helped that person. I felt very ashamed.

Kazi Aurnab
Dhaka


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