A Letter From Bangladesh (Recycled)

Note : This is a recycled post, I thot I could share this joke *again* with those who never read it before.

Before I go on to the main story, Lemme fill you in with a lil backgroud of the person i m gonna tok about. He is my ex bangla worker, his name is Mathiur but we all call him by his nick name which is "Mati".

Mati, isnt very bright even tho he told me he graduated from university when he first approach me for a job, he cant read and write that well you see, nevertheless he is a hardworking employee and that i hafta agree on.

One day Mati come to me with a letter that he wants me to read to him, he told me he cant read and he need me to explain to him the content of the letter. So, i took the letter from him and begin reading it. It appear that the letter is from his mom from his home in Dhakka.



This is the content of the letter :

My Dear Mathiur,

I am in a well here and hoping you are also in a well there. I'm writing this letter slowly, because I know you cannot read fast. We don't live where we did when you left home.

Your dad read in the newspaper that most accidents happen 20 miles from home, so we moved 20 miles. I won't be able to send the address as the last person who stayed here took the house numbers with them for their new house so they would not have to change their address. Hopefully by next week we will be able to take our earlier address plate here, so that our address will remain same too.

This place is really nice. It even has a washing machine, situated right above the commode. I m not sure it works too well. Last week I put in 3 shirts, pulled the chain and haven't seen them since. The weather here isn't too bad. It rained only twice last week. The first time it rained for 3 days and second time for 4 days.

The coat you wanted me to send you, your Aunt said it would be a little too heavy to send in the mail with all the metal buttons, so we cut them off and put them in the pocket. Your father has another job. He has 500 men under him. He is cutting the grass at the cemetery.

By the way I took Bahur (daughter-in-law) to our club's poolside. The manager is bad. He told her that two piece swimming suit is not allowed in his club. We were confused as to which piece should we remove?

Your sister had a baby this morning. I haven't found out whether it is a girl or a boy, so I don't know whether you are an Aunt or Uncle.

Your uncle, Khaled fell in the nearby well. Some men tried to pull him out, but he fought them off bravely and drowned. We cremated him and he burned for three days.

Your best friend, Begum, is no more. He died trying to fulfill his father's last wishes. His father had wished to be buried in the sea after he died. And your friend died while in the process of digging a grave for his father.

There isn't much more news this time. Nothing much has happened.

Love Mom.

P.S : Mathiur, I was going to send you some money but by the time I realized, I had already sealed off this letter.

By the way, Mati is no longer with us, he went back to Bangladesh last year and all of us missed him dearly!
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