"Utho!"

(Ekhane porar aghe jao porte Luk 7, 11-17)

Ei robibarer Shushomachare ekta shundor kahini porchi. Jishu ekdin Nain shohore dekte peiechilen je ekjon bidobha tar ekmattro cheler deho nie koborstane jacchilen. Jishuke keu kichu jigghesh kore ni. Tini nijei oi maer choker jol dekhe tar cache ghie take shobche boro upohar diechen. Sheta holo tar cheler punorutthan. Oi bidobar jonno er cheie ar ki beshi dhonshonpot takte parto?

Cheletike Jishu ei shoktishali kothati bolechen: “Jubok, ami tomake bolchi, utho!”, ar oi cheletio mrittu teke punorutthan koreche. Ki shundor kotha! Jishur cache mattro pawa jae ei jibon bani, je bani amake notun kore o shujogh dee abar shuru korte ar ekta jibon.

Ajke Jishu amakeo eki kotha bolte chae: “Tomake bolchi, utho!”.

Hote pare je amio oi jubeker obostae achi. Shomboboto ekta dukker jonno, otoba  ekta koster jonno nirash hoie ghelam ba amar paper karone Isshorer kach teke dure ghelam. Tokhon ami amar shorire jibito takhleo ontore mritto. Er karone shuie achi amar jibone, kono iccha ciara, shopnohin, nirasha nie. Dekho! Jishu amake teg korchen na kokhono! Amar kache astechen o boltechen: “Utho!”. Tar mane holo: “Dharao! Amar shonghe cholo! Teg koro tomar karap chinta o bebohar o nirash ar amar upore tomar bisshash rako! Chere dao tomar bichana, tomar oloshota o shartoporota ar amar shonghe shobaike bhalobhasho!”.

Ami jibito jokon bhalobhashi o Jishur shonghe achi. Tokon amar jibon shokolke ujjol kore ekta tarar moto.

Jishur ashirbade bhalo takho shobai.

fr. Fabrizio