Chapter-3

My parents were searched but their whereabouts were not found. Not getting it is normal. If they had so much love for me, they wouldn't have thrown me in the dustbin. However, the police searched the area to see if the newborn mother was found in any house! But it cannot be said with certainty that those who have abandoned me will be from this area.

I thought I had a permanent shelter in my life. The first two days I had no shortage of care. On the third day Neyamatullah's wife Jayatunannesa said to her husband, "Who did you bring?"

You mean, like, saltines and their ilk, eh?

The child cannot be understood as a boy or a girl.

What about him? Boy or girl, where is our difficulty?

At the bar! We took a child foster, boy or girl do not know? What should I call him? Boy or girl?

Neyamtullah stared at his wife and then said, give her name Mumtaz. It can be the name of either a boy or a girl.

I finally found a name. The name is not bad. But I do not know whether it is a boy or a girl. Among them many policemen of the police station came to see me along with their wives. Not just seen. Many of them brought gifts for me. Some clothes, some toys.

I thought my husband and wife's argument with me was over. But not at all. One night Jayatunannesa said to her husband, "The man you brought is not a man."

You mean, like, saltines and their ilk, eh? Neyamatullah asked half asleep.

She is a transgender person.

Hijras are not human? He asked in his sleep.

Jayatunannesa said, "I took her in my arms because we have no children." I thought God combined. But now it seems I can't accept him as a child.

Neyamtullah's sleep was shattered by these words. Said, where is your problem?

I will not tolerate a transgender person calling me mother.

I just called you aunt instead of mother.

Understand that all the problems will be solved?

I do not see any problem in this.

You are the OC of a police station. Do you have any intelligence?

Was before marriage. Not anymore.

Jakge. I don't want to talk anymore. You bring him somewhere.

Where to give?

Send it to those who telephoned and wanted to take care of him.

Neyamatullah's voice changed, do you understand what you are talking about?

What did I say was bad?

Look, I have an honor as an OC. I have announced that I will adopt this child. IG gave me a letter praising Sir. The country's newspapers and magazines have blessed me. Television channels have broadcast reports in my name. Read the editorial of 'Nutan Alo' about me, what he said. In this case, I will hand him over to others, it can not be.

You will tell the newspaper, you are not taking it as a transgender person.

Then someone will take? If I don't keep it, why would he? Let me be clear, Mumtaz will be here. He will stay in this house.