It's me

I am Abul Kashem, a kidney Transplant Recipient from Chittagong, the largest of the two sea ports in Bangladesh. My grandma gave me a nickname which my primary school head master denied to include. So, officially I am Abul Kashem, but my mother still calls me Minto. My only maternal aunt still affectionately calls me Minta. Minto or Minta all these terms carry no specific meaning although filled with a sense of deep love and affection.

My official name Abul Kashem is an Arabic term. There are hundreds of people in Bangladesh, West Bengal, an Indian state adjacent to Bangladesh and Pakistan named Abul Kashem, Abul Hashem, Abul Hasan, Abul Ahsan and so on. When these people visit Middle east or any Arabic speaking country they may find a difficult time at the immigration counter to explain about their real entity because Abul means father of..... So, Abul Kashem means father of Kashem, Abul Hashem means father of Hashem and so on .

The holy prophet of Islam was known as Abul Kashem also because the name of one of his sons was Kashem, but he had other names too. The problem arises here. One may be repeatedly told to tell his real name or explain his name as appeared in the passport. To avoid this I hope my reader’s will vote to select a new pen name from the under mentioned list or any new name. My suggested names are :-
A.K Mintoo.
٭٭Abul Kashem.
٭٭ Kashem Mintoo or any new name.

I want to include all participants names in this diary. For that will enable me to be more and more free and frank to open my heart. Anyway I am the father of three. Two sons and a daughter whom I love too much, but show too little. The eldest son is a merchant navy cadet, the younger son and the daughter are high school students in their tenth and ninth grade respectively.

I feel another aspect of my entity must be clarified. I have two addresses, one called the permanent address and the other is called present or temporary. I now live in Chittagong in a particular area at a rental house. It my temporary address. If I move to another area or city my temporary address will be changed, but the permanent one will remain unchanged. This is fact in case of so many people here.

This has contributed towards rise of a big social problem in Bangladesh. With huge migration of rural people to the urban areas over the last six decades and the ever growing process of landlessness many families had to leave ancestral homes, but still carry the address. My problem starts here. People of my ancestral home call me an alien, while people of my present city of stay also treat me as non local. So my real entity is that I am a pure Bangladeshi with two addresses. Whoever wants to send me any letter or parcel please send it to my present address. Otherwise it might be lost.

I have few more aspects to disclose. That is I have two minds. One being the conscious mind and the other is the subconscious one. The second one is probably because of the my human existence. I have three kidney’s and three eye’s also. The first two eye’s are visible. The third one is not visible so it is free from the risk of being attacked by cataract or glaucoma. One can only feel it if he has have an inquisitive mind. My third eye often sees human lives in a real life situation and therefore, it inspired me to open the windows of my heart.

A K MINTO