The light of the evening is shining, the rush to return home one by one is evident in the eyes of the people. The busy streets of Dhaka are gradually becoming empty. At that time, the rickshaw driver Hassan's eyes fell on an old woman, standing on one side of the road. A saree worn on her body, a look of helplessness in her eyes.
Hasan pulled his rickshaw a little to the side and asked, "Mother, where are you going?"
The old woman sighed and said, “Father, I will go to Mirpur. But I have no money. The boy left home a few days ago. I haven't heard from him for a long time." A strange tone of despair can be heard in his voice.
Hasan remained silent for a while. His own condition is not very good either, but looking at this old woman's face, how his mind was lifted. Her mother's face was exactly like this when she left. He couldn't control himself anymore.
“You get up Amma, I will take you. There is no need for money,” Hasan said in a soft voice.
The old woman was a little surprised. Few people expect such sympathy at this time. He slowly got into the rickshaw. Hasan started pedaling, but a thousand thoughts were running through his mind. His own body was tired after the day's work, but looking at the old woman's face all the fatigue flew away.
The road to Mirpur is quite long. A cold wind blows in the street, but both are silent. Hasan sometimes looks at the old woman, the old woman is also lost in his thoughts.
As they passed along the road, they reached a tea shop. Some workers are sitting there talking. Hasan took a break and said to the old woman, "Mom, would you like some tea?" I am bringing tea.”
The old woman looked surprised. “Are you really such a good boy? Nobody does anything for anybody these days. But you have gone through so much trouble for me.”
“Mom, you are like a mother. It's nice to be able to do something for you." A smile appeared on Hasan's face.
Hasan brought two cups of tea from the shop. They both started talking while drinking tea. The old woman said that her son used to have a very good job, but suddenly everything changed. Lost his job, got addicted to drugs and one day ran away from home. Since then the old woman spends her days alone.
"Dad, you are also suffering a lot," said the old woman sympathetically. “My blessings will always be with you. You will do very well in life, see.”
Hasan smiled a little and said, “Mom, I don't want much. Just want some peace at the end of the day. Even if there's a lot of sadness in life, if you can help someone a little bit, everything seems to be okay."
They finished the tea and got back in the rickshaw. Gradually came closer to Mirpur. The old woman got down in front of her house and looked at Hasan. Tears welled up in his eyes.
"Father, you don't know how much you have done me today. Even my own son never thought of me like that. I will always pray for you.”
Hasan could not say anything. He felt that all his tiredness and pain had been erased today. The old woman blessed him, and slowly walked towards her house. Hasan sat in his rickshaw and looked at the old woman for a while, then took a deep breath and went down the road again.
It was getting late at night, but a kind of calmness was working in Hasan's mind. Today is different from other days. He knows that a common man like him can do something for others. A little compassion, a little help, can make a big difference in someone's life.
Thinking this Hasan started pedaling again. There are more tasks to be done at night, but his mind is much lighter today.