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When I studied at Bogra Jamil Madrasa, I used to study there as a resident, from there I used to come home on leave sometimes, especially on Thursdays I would come home from Madrasa on leave, there was a chance to come home once in a month, although the mind wanted to come home every week, but Madrasa There was no leave from, that's why he didn't come home.

I usually came home in the first week of every month, because then my father got salary, and from there took money for my living expenses to Madrasah, coming home once in a month sometimes I didn't have money with me, and money was not easy to get at that time, Had to come home and take the money.

Once I wrote an application to come home with leave, but the application paper was too short, when I submitted the application paper for leave, it got canceled, I felt very bad, because I will come home after a month, I felt a different joy in my heart. But when my application got rejected, I got a lot of pain.

After submitting the leave application I was getting ready to go home very happy, but after some time I got a call from the Madrasa office, and was told that your application has been rejected, I was very distressed, and asked why the application was on such a small paper. Wrote, there was no place for him to sign my application, so my application was rejected.

Then I was informed by the Madrasa office that you will not get leave this week, then it was a lot of trouble, because I specifically applied to the Headmaster of the Madrasah, he asked me to write another application, and write it very nicely, after writing the application Ask to apply for leave by submitting it to the office.

By that time it was noon, I used to leave Madrasa in the morning when I came home, but after performing Zuhr prayer that afternoon, I wrote another leave application, and the headmaster signed the leave application, and then submitted the leave application to the office. Grant leave, and come home. It felt so much better when I got a vacation. It felt like suffering was followed by joy.