AMINAH- Based on A True Story (2019)

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At daytime, people like Yesmin and three other people- a conservative priest, a businesswoman and a TV cable operator were sitting around the rooftop. Their chairs were rounded off as a part of meeting. They looked a bit complaining with a vibe of an angry mob.

"I cannot take this girl, she's a witch!" screamed the priest.

"She's so irritating! And arrogant too! What the hell! Air pollution" exclaimed the snobbish businesswoman.

"She even cuts the cable in our apartment!" angered the cable operator.

The noise pollution in the meeting even disturbed the complaining element like Yesmin. She was so disturbed that it was hard to calm down the 'angry mobs'.

"Silence!" Yesmin screamed.

The mob calmed down as the leader commanded.

"Look, we have our anger on Aminah. Could we not give a threat to Mr. Jabbar to get her out of the neighborhood!" said Yesmin.

Yesmin did not only hated Aminah but also attempted to get her out of the neighborhood most of the time but failed by her husband or otherwise, Mr. Jabbar's family. She also thought of murdering her but her brain also thought of the consequences. To be honest, she was envied of her kind nature and extremely loathed her for the problems that she unintentionally caused. The meeting that held was the final time ever to give a complaint against Aminah in the neighborhood.

After the meeting was done, Yesmin, the snobbish businesswoman, the priest and the cable operator marched through Mr. Jabbar's house. When Yesmin knocked the door, it was opened by Jabbar and his wife who stood behind him.

"Oh, Yesmin! What are your complains against Aminah?" asked Jabbar.

"That young lady is possessed by a jinn! She should be hanged!" shouted the priest.

"She even disturbs me by knocking the door and wants money! She even smokes cigarettes outside my door!" said the businesswoman.

"She even plays with my daughter every day and pampers her with chocolates and other gifts" said the cable operator.

Mr and Mrs. Jabbar were so disturbed about the complaints that he got upstairs along with the angry mobs.

"Yes! That's working" whispered Yesmin joyfully.

Mrs. Jabbar knocked the door loudly. As Aminah opened the door, she got shocked to see the mobs.

"Oh Mr. Jabbar, how have you been?" said Aminah awkward.

"My dear Aminah, I think you should leave the neighborhood. I am sorry to say that" said Mr. Jabbar in the lower tone.

"But I have no home! You are the only hope that I had been sheltered" wept Aminah.

"We might tolerate that but would the rest of the neighborhood tolerate that?" said Mr. Jabbar.

Mrs. Jabbar forcefully grabbed her shoulder and was about to throw her out of the apartment. The people around the neighborhood were gathered around to see Aminah's madness.

"Please brother, I don't want to go.... I don't wanna go" sobbed Aminah as Amelia who was rolling on the floor.

One of the people saw her continuing hysteria that some young uneducated people were laughing at her. Some even teased her rolling on the floor, crying.

"Look at the mad cow!" laughed one of the children.

That situation made Aminah a lot miserable. She was crying and was kept reminded of herself as a child weeping on the bed. What Aminah wanted was love and care but the world was not kind with her except for the few parts whom she never noticed due to her illness. The infant in her still wanted to explore herself other than becoming the puppet of the society. On the further note, she wants to be a normal person who was against the so-called 'perfect society'.

Until, she continue to role, Dr. Jehangir ran into the gathered crowds. He saw Aminah who was sitting on the floor. She was continuously sobbing "Please... this is my home! I have no other home!"

The people were continuously enjoying it as if they saw a monkey dance. Therefore, Dr. Jehangir commanded "STOP THESE CHARADES! YOU BLOODY RASCALS! "

The crowds went into silence. Soundless noise stopped their 'entertainment'.

"Are we fucking watching the feast of fools here? So, Mrs. Yesmin, we meet again" said Dr. Jehangir. "I overheard your conversation in the grocery store when we first met. You are the one who wants to sack Aminah from 'your' neighborhood that you could rule one aren't you? Do you think that Aminah is the only retarded person in this neighborhood?"

"Yes, sir, she disturbs us every time" said Yesmin.

"That's the childish excuse to get her of the house. Do you watch telenovelas? Trying to be like a Mexican vamp? Well, I should say that you are the 'real' mentally retarded person in the neighborhood" said Dr. Jehangir.

"NO! I AM NOT RETARDED!" screaming Yesmin overdramatically.

"Don't be a Soraya Montgomery, bitch!" said Javed, Yesmin's husband who came to the crowds along with Jehangir.

Flashback-The first time Dr. Jehangir met Yesmin was on a supermarket. She bought some huge blocks of cheese and eggs that actually made her fat. Yesmin was bumped by Dr. Jehangir's shopping cart. His dazzled appearance mesmerized her. In contrary to that, her chubby body was nothing compared to Dr. Jehangir's appearance. She kept complementing her and was introduced herself. Furthermore, she even wanted to have an extra-marital affair with him but Dr. Jehangir's psychological reading was so different than others that her true self was already confessed. Until then, Yesmin talked to a friend about Aminah, Jehangir realized her intentions.

Back to the present situation-

"She's a witch! She should not be here" said the priest.

"Well, what did the Holy Books said about mental illness? Have you forgotten about it? I think your Madrassa teacher taught you well but not that much" said Dr. Jehangir.

The priest put his head down when he realized his mistake. He even got his mouth shut.

"But she wanted some money on drugs and smokes cigar every night!" said the businesswoman.

"So what? You could instead invite her to tea, so that she might at least get rid of her aggression! I understand your concern about it but that's okay. Then why don't you send her to the rehab, yourself? You have a lot of money!" said Dr. Jehangir.

The businesswoman got her mouth closed and was humiliated by his answer.

"But...she pampers my daughter so much that I want her to stay away from her" said the cable operator.

"Oh, you uneducated guy! What world are you from? Normal or abnormal world! You are the person who should not abuse your daughter that way! Come here kid- tell the truth" said Dr. Jehangir.

An innocent child stepped out from the circle of the people. She was weeping out as the flower petals were dropped. The silence went much more with her innocence.

"Yes, uncle, my daddy hits me whenever he comes home, drunk. But sister Aminah/Amelia always make me happy. She is a child, like me" said the cable operator's daughter.

Dr. Jehangir held Aminah's arms and softly pulled her up from the floor.

"To my conclusion, please be kind to her. She might be lost somewhere but she wants to be someone like you. You just rejected her, just for her insanity? We, the Bengali people cannot take the mental illness seriously and we must from now on. To further tell you, As long as I am here, she must stay in the apartment and she is currently under my treatment" said Dr. Jehangir.

Then Dr. Jehangir and Mr. Jabbar took her to her apartment and kept her in the safe place.