I came back to my empty small apartment…I just took off my shoes and lay down on my bed. I did not know what to do. I was alone. I cried my hearts out. Did not know when I fall on sleep. I woke up in the evening. Then I realized that I had to call back Bangladesh to let my wife and parents know. I picked up the phone and told them that I was OK and reached USA safely.
I did not have any strength left. All I was thinking about her…I wanted to know how she was doing. I wanted to know how she managed. I wanted to know how she started living…I was thinking that why not I gave her my address and telephone number….I fell back on sleep again. I did not know what happened.. Read more »








May 9th, 2012
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