It was raining cats and dog outside. Mr. Liakat Husain was sitting on his favorite brown wooden rocking chair beside the window of his room and turning over the pages of album of his young life. Suddenly, he stopped. He starred at a photo of the graduation day from Dhaka University. How beautiful those days were! How handsome he was! His jaw was so good enough. What a great look he had taken! In the next photo, with his friends, he was second from left. In his right side Farooq and in left Mosharraf and Arafat. All but Mosharraf is alive. Mr. Liakat took a deep breath; his time had come to leave this world. 70 springs had been passed away from his life. Mr. Liakat started his professional life by joining as a Magistrate of East Pakistan in 1966 and continued his service until the liberation war started. After the liberation war he joined to the Bangladesh secretariat as an assistant secretary. In 1976 he became District Commissioner of Mymensingh and secretary in 1982. He retired from his job in 1994. Since then, he is living with his only son Javed Husain. Mr. Liakat touched his cheek. There are deep wrinkles in his face. He took his stick and with a little bit of stress, he stood. He had to take breakfast because his most lovable grandson Fahim was asking him to join and the kid came to him, taking his hand like a guide. “Don’t you have school today, Fahim?” Mr. Liakat asked. “Yes, but its raining outside, Grandpa “, Fahim replied. “And it’s better not to go there. It’s just a place of pain”, the kid added. “Grandpa, why do you always wake up early? You don’t have school or office like papa and ma has or University like Faria apu has. So why do you always wake up early?” Cackling with delight Mr. Liakat replied “Vaia, I have to give my present to the Allah and if I wake up in late he won’t take my presence” “Then why don’t I give my presence to Allah? “, the kid asked. “You have not grown up yet to give your presence to Allah”. “No, I’ve grown up; I can give my presence in school.” “Well, that will be good”, Mr. Liakat replied. “Now, let’s have breakfast” he added. Mr. Liakat then sat on his cane chair for breakfast. Mrs. Javed delivered him bread and fruits and butter. He quitted the fatty foods since he got heart problem and turned into completely vegan (who doesn’t take fish, meat and eggs). Mrs. Javed has just noticed her son. “Fahim, why don’t you get dressed for school?” she asked. “It’s raining outside, Ma and I can’t play if I go to school”, Fahim replied. “Get dressed up right now.” Mrs. Javed asked him, looking fierce. Fahim looked at Mr. Liakat and he said, “Go, get dressed up, Fahim.” “You both are irritating.” Fahim told with sobbing. “Why do you force always that little boy? “ Mr. Liakat asked Mrs. Javed while spreading butter over the breads. “You might have let him to take his decision.” “But Pop, he yet to get matured,” she replied. “He is just eight now. Even he can’t bag for school.” “All of this is done by either me or Fariha.” she added. “Yes he’s too young but you may let him to choose his decision. He’s growing and you have to make him capable of taking decision.” Mr. Liakat added. “It’s just excuse of missing classes,” Mrs. Javed continued. “And missing class can’t be tolerated and pop I don’t want to argue with this please,” “Fahim are you ready?” she asked. “Yes” the kid replied. Mr. Liakat got off the table. “You haven’t eaten the bananas, pop” Mrs. Javed asked. “Well, I feel pain in my gut” he replied and took a sit in living room. “Have you yet got today’s daily Pop?” Mr. Javed asked. “No” he replied. “Probably the hawker is late due to heavy raining outside”. “Hmm, it’s too heavy.” Mr. Javed replied. “Javed, could you check my blood pressure? I don’t feel good enough.” “I feel pain in my gut and its difficult for me to breath” he added. “I’m on my way, just hold on a minute.” Javed left for bring out the pressure meter. Checking pressure Javed said, “140/100,” “Take a little bit of rest, Pop.” “Here’s your daily” Javed handed over the daily to Mr. Liakat. “A passenger carrying vessel sunk in Meghna last night,” Mr. Javed continued, “Terrible news indeed”. “Bring my glass, son.” Mr. Liakat asked. “You better to take a rest now, pop. Your pressure is high” Mr. Javed suggested his father. Taking the daily he just stood with his stick in another hand. He moved to his room and lay down over the bed. Fahim had already left for the school. In the daily there was news of a road mishap too, took place in the previous day at noon at Dhaka-Aricha Highway. Mr. Liakat remembered the death of his dearest wife along with his daughter in the same highway six years back. Mrs. Liakat (Rokhsana) was dead in the spot and his daughter (Jesmin) at the hospital. Tears rolled down from his eyes. Putting the daily beside his head and the glass over it he eased his battered body in a comfortable way over the bed. After about two to three hours he woke up. With coughing heavily, his face turned into a scared look. His eyes were looked that those might have trying to escape out. With a little bit of stress he stood, used his black long stick for balancing him. He moved to the bathroom. No sooner had he put his feet in there than he vomited. A few drops of blood passed through it. He lost his balance to stand. He neither could stand nor stay there. In the mean time, Fariha heard his coughing sound. But when she got his grandpa he already had fallen in the floor of the bathroom. He was unconscious. Fariha spread some water drops over his face. No response was found. Then she checked his pulse. “Yes, he has”, Fariha thanked to the God. Then she and their maid Sharifa pulled Mr. Liakat and made him lay over the bed. Fariha called her father using her cell phone. After about 10 minutes Mr. Javed picked up the phone. “Pop, Grandpa’s condition is not good. He has vomited with blood.” “You better to take him Hospital and I’m coming.” Mr. Javed said and then called her spouse to go immediately to the Hospital. In the hospital doctor first shifted him to ICU (Intensive Care Unit). “What’s the condition Doctor?” Fariha asked. “He has got a hit behind his head and the alveoli of his lung are completely damaged. And this increases the resistance to the blood flowing to pulmonary vessel,” Doctor continued, “You’re too late.” “But don’t be panic. We might have overcome this problem. Pray for us.” Fariha became blenched and started sobbing. Mrs. Javed had already noticed her daughter and she had nothing to realize that her father-in-law got serious dieses. “What did the doctor, say?” she asked her daughter. “All are damaged.” she replied. In the mean time Mr. Javed too reached there with his son and other relatives and colleagues. “What happened to pop?” he asked “He had a hit behind his head and a problem in lungs.” Fariha replied. The other relatives were whispering to talk to each other and some were recited verses of the Holy Quran. In between, a nurse had come to them and asked,”We need one person to talk about the patient to the doctor.” Mr. Javed looked around him. All of them were looked at him. “I’m gonna talk to the Doctor.” he said. “Follow me.” the nurse told him. The Doctor told Javed that his father got sense back but he couldn’t ensure him about the overcome the Atlectasis (the dieses that Mr.Liakat then battled with). Through the window Javed waved his hand to his father and Mr. Liakat replied back with just moving his right hand. Mr. Javed turned around and asked the doctor what the best they could do. “Well, as a doctor I would like to give you a suggestion and do that you better to take him to Singapore it in this week,” Dr. continued. ” And you are too late. So please consider my suggestion to take him to Bamrungrad Hospital in Singapore.” “Treatment of Atlectasis is impossible to run in Bangladesh.” Dr. continued. “You better to leave today; he is now quite free from danger.” “But if anything happened?” Javed asked. Dr. with a smile said,”Bro, trust me, Keep a 25 to 30 age Man here and come tomorrow.” Javed asked his nephew Mahmud that whether or not he could stay here that night. “Sure”, Mahmud replied. Javed left the hospital. His family had been sent to the home by relatives. In the next morning, Javed moved to the hospital alone and tried to find the doctor. Mahmud was there. And he informed that last night condition of Mr. Liakat was danger. About half an hour passed, doctor came to the hospital. Javed followed him. Entering his room and then taking the report of last night he said, “His current condition frightens me, Mr. Javed.” Javed too was tensed about this situation. Dr. continued, “We noticed that his two lungs are completely damaged. It’s too a obstacle of air to breath and he couldn’t breath properly.” he continued, “We tried our best to provide him oxygen but it would not make him better.” As he finished, a nurse came to the doctor and said,” Sir, condition of patient of bed 9 become worse.” It’s not even a minute to pass Javed talked to the doctor. He along with doctor moved to the ICU where he aw that body of his father lay in rest. Mahmud too was there. Mr. Javed pulled the door of the ICU and entered. The frequency of Mr. Liakat’s breathing is decreasing. He was uttering “La-ilaha-illalah….” And finally it stopped. Mr. Javed just held his father’s hand and felt a little bit of pressure over his own hand and after that no more response he got from his father. Doctor came to him and said, “It is 1125 now, I declare him as dead.” No move of Mr. Javed. Just a few drops of tear rolled down from his eyes. The old man is dead. His father is dead. Mr. Liakat Husain is dead. Death is an inevitable thing. But Mr. Liakat’s death is completely unexpected. Mr. Javed kissed in the forehead of his father and left the ICU wiping his eyes.