I slammed the door behind my back. I needed some time alone to think what had happened a few minutes ago. I had a big argument with my mother, more like a fight. I never though I would have dispute with my mother on such an issue. The cause of our fight was Yaba, the drug everyone has been talking about lately.
While watching Ekushe Shomoy, suddenly my mother asked me, "You never happened to have tried any such thing have you? And even if you do, out of curiosity, you would come and tell me right?" I was puzzled. It took me a while to understand what she was saying. Before I could say anything, my mother said, "Whatever you do, don't hide from me. I am always here to help you."
I could not take it anymore. I felt as if I was nothing but a miserable Yaba addict who was cheating on her family. The thought of my mother not being able to trust me was terrifying. "Mom, I am not into drugs and you know that. Why would I do something like that. Don't you trust me?" was my reply. "I do trust you," my mother replied. Then she added, "But you may never know. What if any of your friends are involved." "Ow so now you have problem with my friends as well. What is wrong with you? Don't you trust me?" I screamed at the top of my voice and saying this I rushed out of the room.
I sat alone in my room. Was my mother losing faith in me? What was happening? I was not caught with that disgusting drug. Then why would she ask me all those questions? And what made her think I would take drugs!
This is just one story. I know may boys and girls have faced the same situation as me. A brilliant student at IBA says, "I used to go to Gulshan to play billiard. But now I am no longer allowed to do so, because my parents do not trust my friends. I am totally house arrested at this moment."
All the parents are afraid now. Suddenly there is a gap between our parents and us. We are paying the price for someone else's mistake. The Yaba addicts have not only ruined their lives, but now they are making our lives miserable. Come on, "tui yaba khabi kha, tate chillay kan amar ma? Yaba khabi kha, more jabi, ja." But either ways get off my back.
Later that night, my mother came to my room. She said, "I did not mean to hurt you. I do trust you. All I want is you to be safe, that's all." At that point I felt miserable. Our parents are in a constant anxiety because of us. And now this Yaba problem is like adding desert to the main course. Our parents do not deserve to suffer like this and nor do we.
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01-21-2008, 02:26 PM
We don't deserve this 
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