Street beggar

A street beggar is a person who begs and earns his livelihood in a street is called a street beggar. He is a common face to us who is seen sitting, standing or lying and begging for a coin. He generally chooses a bus stop, railway station, over bridge, a launce or a steamer terminal or a market place where many people gather together. He is seen with patched up and torn clothes and his hair also seen unbrasehd as well as without oil. His clothes are very dirty and bad smells emits from his dirty clothes. Some of the street beggars are blind, lame or crippled. He has a bag hanging his shoulder or a plate with his hand. When he sees a passer by passing beside him, he stretches out his hands or his begging bowl for a coin. He tries to draw the attention to the passers-by by raising various kinds of voices and sometimes reciting some verses from the holy Quaran. If someone gives him a coin, he prays for him. Some passers by passed him being disturbed his loud voice.  He begs from dawn to dusk and returns to home whatever he gets. With his small income he supports himself and his family. He often passes his nights under the open sky. So the life of street beggar is not pleasant at all. So, we should rehabilitate them and stop encouraging them. So that he can lead a normal life with honour and dignity.  And we should make it possible for the street beggar to take part in economic activities.

My childhood memories

One can hardly forget one’s childhood memories whether pleasant or painful. Variety of things happened in a person’s childhood. Many things happened in my childhood as others. But I can still very few of them. I can remember my happy days with my parents. I also can remember a very special event that was my first day at school. When I was six, my father got me admitted into our village primary school where I spent five years. On the first day when I entered the school compound with my father, the children were playing themselves here and there. My mind was troubled with fear that I might not be quite free and easy in their midst. But when my friends received me cordially, all of my fears and troubles were dispelled. My heart began to beat first when I was taken to meet the headmaster. But his smiling and gentle words put me at ease. He used to inspire me to do well in the examinations. After that time he loved me very much and he became my best guide. Though I left the school I couldn’t forget him. I feel very much excited when I remember my childhood memories. And I also think that if I were child again.