‘He stole my heart’
GMB Akash, Photojournalist
I married a thief, Brother. Please don’t laugh. I am serious and not joking! My marriage is nothing less than cinema!
I saw his face for the first time when he was seizing my money and the prescription I was carrying to buy my father’s medicine.
My father was admitted into the central hospital in very critical condition.
That evening after receiving my salary as a housemaid, I was on my way to buy medicine carrying my purse with my hand with the prescription inside. Suddenly someone come in front of me and seized everything from my hand and ran away! It happened so quickly that I couldn’t think about anything and started crying loudly while sitting beside the road! Lots of people started gathering around me. but no one helped me! I don’t remember how long I was crying like that.
That night I couldn’t go to hospital to see my father with empty hands! I returned home and could not sleep the whole night thinking about how will I be able to face my father the next morning! Early in the morning I went out to go to the toilet and when I returned just outside my room I was completely surprised to see a packet full of medicine and all my money along with the prescription at my doorstep! I couldn’t believe my eyes! I asked everyone who lived near my room about it but no one saw anyone in front of my room!
The next morning again, outside my room, I found a packet full of fruits. Like this, for the next 15 days I got different things related to my father’s illness in front of my door. I started to stay awake at night to catch the person, but I couldn’t. However, one night I was determined to catch him, so I was waiting for him outside my room at some distance. When he arrived, I was standing behind him!
He said when he seized my money and when everyone was seeing me crying sitting beside the road, he was in that crowd. He felt very guilty and decided to quit his activity as a thief. He said, ” During my whole life I never knew what a father was nor what family was. When I saw you crying for your sick father, I understood what love is!” The very next day he started working. He told me that everything he bought for my father is with his working money! With the way he tried to apologize to me, I could not help but forgive him and fell in love with the thief. For the last 5 years we have been happily married. As a street child he was never loved. Now we love each other a lot. We work together and now I really believe that it is only kindness and love that can change a human heart…
(Collected from his Facebook page)