"One Picture And One Story Week #94".

How are you all? I hope you are all well.Alhamdulillah! I am fine too.Today I am here to participate in the "One Picture And One Story Week #94" competition organized by my dear @suboohi Ma'am at the Steem For Pakistan Community.Thank you dear ma'am for organizing this wonderful competition.In today's competition, I will tell you a story about the pain of not being able to meet a beloved teacher, which has been intertwined with my life.Let's get started.

I was a 2nd year Alim (H.S.C) student at the time.My skills in Arabic grammar were excellent.That's why my beloved teacher, Dr. Mozammel Haque, loved me very much. He even called me father-in-law in a tone of affection.When he affectionately called me father-in-law, I would become emotional and happy.

Once, during Ramadan, he said he would visit my house during class breaks.I was overwhelmed with joy after hearing my beloved teacher's words, so I called my father and informed him about the matter.My father told me then, "It's good news that your teacher will come to visit, but if he comes during the month of Ramadan, we won't have the opportunity to entertain him much."So, you should bring your teacher for a visit after Ramadan. I agreed to my father's words and told my beloved teacher about my father's thoughts.

He was happy to hear his father's words.He would occasionally check on his father's physical condition.But! Suddenly, due to the political situation in the country, he left for Malaysia without informing anyone.I was very saddened and distressed to hear the news.I was waiting for my beloved teacher to come back and bring me home.Last month, after fifteen long years, I received news of my beloved teacher's return to the country.After many attempts, I was able to contact him. He assured me that he would come to visit my house.I am still waiting to meet my beloved teacher. This wait seems to never end.