How are you all? I hope you are all doing very well by the grace of God. I am also doing very well by your prayers. I am going to start today's new post by greeting and congratulating all the brothers and sisters of 'ccs' on my behalf. The day of Valentine's Day on February 14, 2025, was very painful for me. And today I will present to you in this blog how intense that painful moment was. I hope you will read my blog and know the details. So let's find out how the day was for me, friends.

On the morning of February 14, I woke up and looked around and saw diabetic patients with rotten throats all around me. When I woke up, before opening my eyes, I thought I was sleeping in my room. But no, I was sleeping on the floor between two beds in ward number 50 of the six-story building of BIRDEM Hospital in Dhaka Shahbagh. I was sleeping in a place where various sick patients had made dirt and dust everywhere, and I was sleeping, overcoming mosquito bites. I never sleep outside the mosquito net. Now I have to sleep with it open and it is dangerous. Anyway, I woke up and saw that the people of each patient were taking care of them. I fed my father and I the medicines prescribed by the doctor at the specified time. Then, after my father was taught the medicine, I took them out and presented them in front of the sisters for injection. And this is how my busy schedule began on the morning of February 14.

Since I was told that my father would receive his morning injection after eating, I left the medicine behind. And brought the food in front of me. The injection would be given after eating, so I quickly went to the pharmacy.

I walked past the car parking lot towards the flyover. There I saw a lot of flower sellers. Then I thought why there were so many flower sellers here. Then I thought that today is February 14, World Valentine's Day. Once due to illness, I forgot everything. I told my beloved that on February 14, I will take him for a walk in special parks of Meherpur. But where did fate bring me? It is 250 kilometers from Mirpur to Shahbagh in Dhaka. How many people are busy buying flowers, and on this day I am tense about my sick father. And my beloved is waiting for me in the village house. What more could there be to suffer. Meanwhile, my father needs to undergo an operation on his leg. He said that he will have to stay in the hospital for at least 6 days.

I went out on the road with tension in my head to buy medicine. I had forgotten to leave the prescription. So I headed towards the hospital again. I got on the elevator to the sixth floor. Then I took the prescription again and went outside.

There is no problem of much traffic jam in the morning. So I could cross the road very easily. Because this place is in such a situation that you have to stand for 5-10 minutes to cross the road. Anyway, I reached a pharmacy. Then I bought the specified injections from there for 2500 taka, three pieces.

Then I stood there and took my selfie and was surprised. I came to Dhaka city on February 13. Before that, I had hoped to take my father to Kushtia city several times. The doctor there could not do anything good for my father, so he sent him to Dhaka. So you can understand that I was subjected to mental tension and harassment on the way for 10-15 days before that. That is why my face is quite broken. I was surprised to see my face. What a beautiful, round face I had, but I could not recognize my face due to tension. I went ahead to the fruit seller. I thought of buying and eating fruit but I saw that the money might be less. Despite my desire, I did not waste my money by buying and eating fruit. With a troubled mind, I tried to cross the road again and go to the hospital.

I had to wait for the elevator when I got to the hospital. His photo is kept opposite the establishment of the Birdem Diabetes Center. I remember this person with respect. Maybe this person created this institution one day to keep diabetes patients alive using his honest feelings. That is why today people from different parts of the country come to his hospital to survive.

Then I returned to my father and had breakfast. Then, while taking care of my father, the morning passed into afternoon, and then afternoon into evening. From feeding my father, giving him medicine, taking him to the washroom in a wheelchair, and doing various other things, the day seemed to pass. In the afternoon, I remembered again that today is World Valentine's Day. So, towards the end of the afternoon, I told my father, "Dad, I'm going to go outside for a bit." My father was lying down then and gave permission. I walked onto that flyover again, feeling helpless.

Standing on the flyover, I kept looking at who was who at Dhaka Sahabagh Chattar. Here, different leaders stand at different times and give speeches to achieve their interests. For a long time, I kept watching the movement of lovers on February 14th. How many men and women are walking along the road in their own way. They are celebrating this beautiful day by exchanging their love. And I remained speechless, watching the tension of my helpless sick father.

At one point, I noticed that not only on the road, but also on the flyover near me, many people were exchanging their love with flowers. Many were recording videos to post on Facebook, YouTube or TikTok. When I noticed all these things of theirs, I felt quite ashamed. For a while, I felt like I lost my mental pain. Then again, the tension was working in my mind about my father's surgery, a toe being amputated.

At one point, I noticed that quite a few people like me were standing on the flyover. Maybe they were having some kind of trouble. Maybe someone had a breakup and was not there on Valentine's Day. Or someone had taken a sick patient like me to the hospital and was standing here to get better. As long as I stood there, I noticed the presence and departure of people from different classes on the Metro Rail flyover.

Then, thinking of my father again, I quickly moved towards the hospital. Because it would not be right to stay outside for a long time seeing sick people. As long as I was outside, there was at least some peace in my mind. Then, when I started moving towards the hospital one step at a time, thousands of thoughts and tensions started coming to my mind. In this way, I moved towards the hospital again. This is how the whole day of February 14, 2025 ended.