Once I was coming to Dhaka from Khulna by a launch. It takes two days to reach Dhaka by launch. The weather was fine and the sky was clear. There was no cloud. The river was calm. The launch was moving smoothly. We all the passengers were in a jolly mood. We were enjoying the beautiful natural scenery on the either side of the river. The rays of the setting sun fell on the river and the water looked like pearls. There were small waves on the river. Every wave that dashed against our launch increased our thrill and joy. Suddenly after the sun set the weather turned foul. There were deep dark clouds in the sky. All on a sudden a storm rose. We all the passengers were terribly upset. The launch was not every big. Again there was no life boat in the launch. The storm caused the river water swell. There were heavy waves which dashed against the launch. It seemed to me that the strong waves might cause rift in the launch. We all were thinking that we might meet with watery graves. So we began to take the name of the almighty Allah.
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