by Shahriar Foisal (ORCiD: 0009-0002-2255-5747)

There lived a family consisting of three members, Akbar, Fatima and their son Imran.Their
house was surrounded by various trees and bushes. Akbar had a successful business. They
had everything, but the most important thing in their life was their son Imran. He was their
only child. They loved him very much. They took good care of him when he was small. They
always said, Imran will make us proud one day. He will become successful in life.
Gradually, Imran grew up. His parents gave him everything: toys, books, clothes. They
wanted to give him higher education more than anything. Because Akbar believed that
money can be lost, but knowledge never goes away. So when Imran turned six, Akbar
admitted him to one of the best schools in the city. Every morning, Akbar used to drop him off in
his car. In the beginning, Imran felt a little uncomfortable to cope up with the new
environment. As time passed, Imran got some friends and became comfortable with the
environment. Imran was a good student. He was curious, polite, and hardworking. All the
teachers of the school liked him. His mother waited till he came, then she served him food.
After lunch, Imran starts talking about his day and how everything went.

Thus several years passed by then Imran grew up. He did well in every class and won many
awards. After completing school, Akbar admitted him to a renowned college. He also got
good results there because of his hard work and consistency. Imran always had everything
he needed. New clothes, books, a laptop, etc. He loved his parents because they used to fulfil
all his wishes. He knew how hard his father worked and how much his mother cared for
him. After graduation, the whole family was happy. Akbar threw a big party and invited
everyone. Though Imran’s father always wanted to see him as a highly educated person so
he decided to send him abroad to get higher education.

Fatima prayed every day for his success. Finally, Imran got a scholarship abroad. The family
was very happy. Fatima was proud but also sad. She said to Imran, “How will we be able
to live without you, my son, who would talk with us every day like you used to do?” Imran laughed
and said, “Don’t worry, I will call you everyday.”

The day he left was very heavy for them. They came to drop him off at the airport. Thus, after
a long flight, he reached his destination. Life abroad was hard, but Imran worked very hard. He
studied late at night and tried to do his best. After a few years, he finished his studies and
got a good job. Hearing this, Akbar and Fatima became very happy. In the beginning, Imran
called them often and showed them his new apartment and office. But slowly, he became
someone different. He gradually stopped calling his parents. Sometimes he says that he is
busy, sometimes he’s not feeling well. Time passed.

Imran rarely called. He sent money sometimes, but the warmth and love were gone. Fatima
sat by the window, hoping to see him. Akbar was quiet. They were thinking that what had
happened to our son was not like that.

Years went by. Akbar and Fatima grew old and weak. The house became quiet and empty.
Fatima called Imran many times, but he never answered. One winter night, Akbar became
very ill. The doctor said he needed care all the time. Fatima tried to take care of him, but she
was also weak. Months later, Akbar died quietly in his sleep. Fatima cried all night. She
buried him with the help of neighbours. The house felt emptier and sadder. Fatima grew weaker
and weaker. She could barely eat. Grief and sadness gradually broke her, and thus she
passed away.

After some days, Imran heard the news that his parents are no more. He was in shock. He
couldn’t even see them for the last time. A few days passed, and he lost his job. His whole life was
scattered within a few months. He had to return to the country. When he came back to
his home, it felt lifeless. At that moment, his childhood memory began to haunt him, and he
could understand how he treated his parents in the moment when they needed him the
most. He could understand everything, but it was too late to repent.

For Citation/Reference (APA):

Foisal, S. (2026). Transformation of Love. JMAG 1(1). https://jmag.jaamir.com/transformation-of-love/