Motihari : a pearl necklace | a town of flowing river | childhood memory | a story by saem
In my childhood memory, i see no big houses, but a breeze of air coming from all around. That is from the river named Motijheel. This Motijheel has surrounded our town like a necklace of pearl and so this town is called Motihari. I see from my childhood eyes, few motorbikes and just some buildings. This town is centre in everyway. A political centre for empires and democracies. A market centre for villages surrounding from everywhere. A social centre for migrant villagers nearby to have a raised standard of living. The essence has not faded to this day. I see through my eyes while i still love it. I do not remember any communal violence though waves passed. May Allah, almighty keep our city a peaceful. This city has doctors studied from London to village hakims who have knowledge of local herbs. We have all the Malls and Cafe and Junction. Come one day to our city!