Chapter Seventeen- Social Work Begins

Another day, Ateef was working for an article at the office. Suddenly, his phone was ringing. After few seconds, he finished the article and picked up the phone. He heard a familiar voice.

"Hello, Ateef" said Shadhon.

"Who is it?' asked Ateef.

"It's me Shadhon and I need your help" said Shadhon.

"Shadhon, you are alive? Wow! I have to see you. By the way, where are you?" asked Ateef.

"I am somewhere in the slum. Probably, New Avenue" said Shadhon.

"What help you need?" asked Ateef.

"We want to distribute the clothes to the poor but in secret" said Shadhon.

"Why is that in secret?" asked Ateef.

"According to the religion, it has been told that we can donate something to the poor people in secret. After a month or a week, we can announce it" said Shadhon.

"Sure, we can do it!" said Ateef.

At night, Ateef came to the slum. People were sleeping at a time. The shanty area was empty. He saw Shadhon, Salam and Shamish in the bazaar. Ateef smiled and came near them.

"Hey guys, how are you? Long time, eh?" said Ateef.

"We are fine, man. Yup, a long time. Anyways, how is our sister-inlaw?" asked Shadhon.

"She's fully recovered, man. She's so happy when I took her home; she was surprised to see the change and modification. She kissed me and hugged me tightly" said Ateef.

They laughed with joy. They made some plans about the donation. After they worked hard all night, it was dawn. They slept at the tea stall by putting their heads onto each other.

It was morning, 7 o clock- cold but the sun was about to rise. A child woke up from the floor. She yawned by going outside. She saw a basket full of clothes.

"Ma, look! New clothes!" cried the child. The mother went near the child. They became joyful and excited to see such clothes in the baskets. Most of the slum people were also excited to know about the donor but the quarter (Shadhon, Ateef, Salam and Shamish) remained silent about it.

A month passed after the distribution of the clothes. Tahmeed came to announce the employee of the year. He was also nervous to read the card that the name was written. It might be one of his favorites among the workers. When he announced Salma, she went too excited but when everyone glared at her, she sat down. The employee of the month was Mathin. Everyone, even Mohona was surprised.

"What is the cause of that?" asked Mohona.

"I went to the slum secretly. I found Shadhon-the thief was donating clothes in the slum. The suspicion got me out when I overheard of him talking about Mathin. I realized that it was her idea to transform him into a better person. I know that thief can mend his ways" said Tahmeed.

Mathin smiled.

"Thank you, sir. I will also thank the supporting family and my lovable Shadhon because of their support. My friends, Mohona and my other colleagues, thank you for your support. Nowadays, people are addicted of the technology but some have a heart. Some criminals can mend their ways if they know how to mend it. Therefore, it is a thank you note for all of you" said Mathin.

Meanwhile, Shadhon ran the shop actively. He announced that if the dues are not given by any chance, the shop will be closed. Most got scared of his antics but most respected him. After Shadhon came to Mathin's house, there was no one except Mathin. She was sitting in the bed, calling him. Shadhon came to bed. Mathin seduced him that made Shadhon happy but he was nervous at the same time.

"Shadhon, I want to say something- will you marry me?" requested Mathin.

Shadhon thought twice. After that, he realized his love towards Mathin. He accepted it. After he married to Mathin, five years passed. Mathin was pregnant. When Shadhon was about to take her to the nursing home along with Ateef, they went inside to the operation theatre. Ateef went out to call Sara about their child but was shot by one of

Ghani's men. When Shadhon went to see Ateef he cried "ATEEF!"

"Don't worry about me. Sarah will be stronger than ever before. Beware of D.M. Ghani" said Ateef in his last breathe. An hour later, a baby boy was born- it's me. My father- Shadhon named me Ateef Rahman after the famous journalist.