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Don’t be like me, my son
When my son turned fifteen, he said, “ I'm going to be like you, dad” I should have been happy but got scared instead and replied, “ Don't be. Don't learn life lessons too late like me.” I did the same mistake following his granddad. I teach my sons life lessons in proper time.
I was born in a typical lower-middle-class family in a Bangladesh village. When I was a child, my father taught me, education was the identity of a person; you needed education if you wanted to be someone distinguished in life. You have zero goodness in you if you don't get an education, he said to me.
My teacher in primary school taught me, that hard work was the key to success. You had to concentrate on your study and work hard if you wanted to do something in life. Otherwise, you would fail in life.
Both my father and the teacher taught me, money could not bring happiness. It brought only anxiety. They told me, rich people could not sleep well because of the anxiety of losing money. Poor people slept well without anxiety and lived longer than rich people.
My father had lived his life following all the words he taught me. He valued education that much that he had…
