Maybe a very common event, but it brings tears to the eyes, it feels good, in love! An expatriate Bangladeshi has written such a wonderful story for you today.
“It's a sunny morning, Hem Hem, like every day, standing on the pavement of the street, many women and men are distributing Bibles to passers-by, preaching the message of Jesus. Standing next to him, Amigo is hawking, walking and selling a bundle of socks, small hand towels, and a large bag hanging in the other hand, with nothing but Genji underwear.
A few days ago, Amigo crossed the border from Honduras to Mexico through a broker with a small amount of money, so he has no legal documents, and because of the lack of legal documents, he can't get a job anywhere, so he wanders the sidewalks buying cheap things from the wholesale market in downtown Los Angeles. Living by selling.
Amigo is not his name, it means my friend or my friend, the word is Spanish, there is a way in Los Angeles to address strangers on the street. I bought a dozen black and white velvet socks from him for five dollars, more than three and a half hundred rupees in Bangladesh money, but the price here is very less than the market. When I handed him a ten dollar bill and said, 'Keep the change' Amigo looked at me in surprise, I turned away and walked away, blending into the crowd as I walked, because I didn't want Amigo to see the tears welling up in my eyes. , I didn't want to tell him that I am from the country where he is selling the product. I didn't want to tell him what he had said to his customer a moment ago and my chest swelled with pride.
I am walking like a wanderer on the sidewalk, Bangladesh is a soft bundle like velvet in my hand, a long history in my chest. Car horn, bus sound, noise of people are ringing in my ears a little while ago, broken, broken, wrong, good English words said by Amigo "This is not from China, this is come from Bangladesh, this is good, China thing no good, Bangladesh thing very good".
There is a commotion inside me, the waves of the Pacific in my chest, the red green is gradually reaching the pavement from all levels of this elite empire on the banks of seven seas and thirteen rivers, thousands of miles away, the red green is encircling the city to the port, the locality to the town in its loving embrace. Made in Bangladesh is now a global brand in itself.
Dear red and green you keep flying, keep flying for eternity, keep flying in every corner of this planet, in the sky in the air………………
Photo and text “Saiful Alam Chowdhury”, we thank him from the bottom of our hearts, for writing so beautifully, for sharing it with all of us.
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