Educational story, who should be given more respect

Bismillahir Rahmanir Rahim

When I was in Dhaka a few days ago, one afternoon while I was having tea in a small hotel, suddenly a girl entered the hotel. If the girl is too old, she will be 25. The owner of the hotel said yes. The girl said, what is there to eat with rice? The owner of the hotel said the name of everything in the hotel. The girl said, how much is only rice and pulses, the hotel owner said, thirty rupees. The girl said then just give rice and pulses.

I'm looking at the girl, and listening to the two of them, the girl is beautiful to look at, but looking at the girl, it is clear that the poor defeated girl, with a file in hand, various documents in the file, it is clear that she may have gone somewhere for an interview. The look of fatigue is evident in the look.

After a while the owner of the hotel gave the rice with dal, but gave a piece of fish and fish curry on the rice, the girl said I don't want fish. The owner of the hotel said, "I forgot. Please eat. Bill pays thirty rupees. If you don't eat, I will lose this food."

The girl started eating. After a while a call came on the girl's phone, the girl was talking on the phone with her mother, she said, yes mother ate, the interview was very good, did you take medicine? Sumon has returned from school, the job will be mine, mother, we will not have any more trouble. I noticed tears in the girl's eyes. I understood that they have come to Dhaka to work, their lack of family. Respect and love for the girl increased a thousand times.

The girl ate rice and left with the bill, I will leave too so I went to the hotel owner to pay the bill and asked him, did you really give the fish by mistake, the hotel owner replied, no, I gave the fish on purpose. The owner of the hotel further said, "I have a daughter like the girl. After listening to her, I realized that she is in a lot of trouble, so I made this mistake." Just looking at the profit? Sometimes you have to make mistakes like this.

Listening to the owner of the hotel, I thought to myself, who should be more respected, the girl or the owner of this hotel?

Then a word came to mind, the war who understands the thing, knows how to pay the price of the warrior's sweat, the warrior's hunger.

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