I am a student. I love studying and I want to continue my studies. But suddenly in my life, one time Baishakhi came. As I continued to play hotch, family problems, the financial crisis came to my attention. My father is a farmer, so he earns only a small fortune from our lunch box. He can no longer help my reading at all. I am studying in B.A 2an year so I can not afford to pay for my own education and to study. He is joking about asking for help. No one wants to extend their hand to help. It's just days to wipe away tears. In fact, the poor can dream but the dream can not come true, the only reason for that is money. I have come up with so much hope that if someone thinks of this brother or child as a helping hand, then I will be grateful all my life. And praying to God is a grave life like mine.