I do not understand what to say and what to start with. Only the eyes are running water. It seems that whoever is above wants a mother's moan to reach him. The boy's name is Tasin. My son and he attend the same section of the same school. This time it falls in class six. At St. Joseph's School. As you know, there are schools in Bangladesh that are admitted on the basis of merit and there is no plan for admission to different schools in St. Joseph's School. And this school has many costs to survive. Like my son, this boy also went to St. Joseph's School and passed the PSC exam. He has been diagnosed with cancer. PSC told the mother with the test that you do not worry mother will not be able to put a pen in my account. He goes out like this and three hours of testing in one and a half hours. At times we are surprised. The most surprising is that he used to read a reading once and was asked to read it twice. It would not be wrong to have a comma in the test. Once a day, writing one-on-one is impossible. The teachers were a bit surprised to hear that Tasin was your handwriting and laughter. Small in class but taller than everyone. Today, when I went to the hospital and found that I was lying down on sleep medication. And his mother wept bitterly. I became speechless what to say or what to do when my hands and feet were shaking. Bhabhi said that he could not bear the pain of the future, I can bear all the pain and when I cried for cancer I could not bear it. I could not stop this mother's cry. Tasin, or doctor, in all sense, speaks in English with his parents and then says what you are saying, I understand that I am a student of St. Joseph. I will be going to school since January, with new books in the new class why the doctor says such a thing. The doctor also cries. No matter who the child is, he is no different to every parent. I said its treatment is possible in Bangladesh. The doctor says take him out as soon as possible. But his family does not have the ability to do as much as we can, and if this money is not left, will this talented child go away? I can't even think of that. His mother said that I had not kept her for a day for eleven years today. He says that when I go abroad for a job, you give your father time. How do I live without a boy? The same goes for saying crazy. I know I cannot take all of this responsibility alone. I will be the one who helps you to give this boy a new life. Never in my life did I want anything like this. As a child, I am asking all of you to raise a helping hand. This talented child will survive if we move forward a little bit. How much money we spend. If you raise your hand for this little boy, this innocent child will survive. Come and raise the hand of humanity.