He hid his profession from his daughters. What happened when they found out will leave you in tears

Idris, a daily-wage street cleaner said that he was ashamed to tell his daughters what he did for a living, so he told them that he was a labourer.

When one becomes a parent, a lot of things change, and one has to adapt to these changes, to ensure that their child doesn’t suffer. Parents go to great lengths to ensure that their children get everything they want and stay happy. While some might not be able to give everything, they do try to do anything that’ll make their children’s lives comfortable.

This story is about a father, who sacrificed a lot to give a good life to his three daughters. Bangladeshi documentary photographer GMB Akash tells this man’s story, via a Facebook post.

The father identified as Idris, who despite all odds, ensured that his three daughters got a good education and were not dependent on anyone.

Idris, a daily-wage street cleaner, told Akash that he was ashamed to tell his daughters what he did for a living, so he told them that he was a labourer.

“Before I went home I used to take bath in public toilet so they did not get any hint of the work I was doing,” Idris told Akash.

His dreams almost came true when his eldest daughter finished her schooling and got admission into a college. However, when he was supposed to pay admission fees, he realised that he was falling short on cash. Due to fear that how he would face his loved ones, he sat next to a pile of rubbish in tears. This is when something extraordinary happened.

After work all cleaners came to him and sat beside him and asked if he considered them as brothers. Before he could answer, they handed their one day income in my hand. When he refused to accept the money, everyone confronted by saying, “We will starve today if needed but our daughter has to go to college.”

Thanks to their generosity, Idris’ daughter is now all to set to graduate from college. Moreover, on finding out what their father did for a living, his daughters made him quit his job and took part-time jobs themselves to support the family.

Here’s the full text:

“I never told my children what was my job. I never wanted them to feel shame because of me. When my youngest daughter asked me what I did. I used to tell her hesitantly, I was a labourer. Before I went to home I used to take bathe in public toilet so they did not get any hint of the work I was doing. I wanted my daughters to send to school, to educate them. I wanted them to stand with dignity in front of people. I never wanted anyone look down at them like everyone looked down at me. People always humiliated me. I invested every penny of my earning for my daughters’ education. I never bought a new shirt, used the money instead for buying books for them. Respect, which is all I wanted them to earn for me. I was a cleaner. The day before the last date of my daughter’s college admission, I could not manage to get her admission fees. I could not work that day. I was sitting beside the rubbish, was trying hard to hide my tears. I was unable to work that day. All my coworkers were looking at me but no one came to speak. I was failed, heartbroken and I had no idea how to face my daughter who would ask me about the admission fees once I back to home. I am born poor. Nothing good can happen with a poor person that was my belief. After work all cleaners came to me, sat beside and asked if I considered them as brothers. Before I could answer they handed their one day income in my hand. When I was refusing everyone they confronted by saying, ‘We will starve today if needed but our daughter has to go to college.’ I cannot reply them. That day I did not take shower. That day I went to house like a cleaner. My daughter is going to finish her University very soon. Three of them do not let me to work anymore. She has a part time job and three of them do tuition. But often she took me to my working place. Feed all my coworkers along me. They will laugh and ask her why she feed them so often. My daughter told them, ‘All of you starve for me that day so I can become what I am today, pray for me that I can feed you all, every day.‘ Now a days I do not feel, I am a poor man. Whoever has such children, how he can be poor.”

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