I was born on Friday, 14 August, 1935. My life is a story of unusual developments.

My life is also a chronology of non-formal events. My father and grandfather were the men of uncommon features in belief, practice and preaching. They were well off.

My father died when I was 13.

Suddenly the River Meghna eroded our all property including the home and the grave of my ancestors, and I became a destitute with 5 members of family only to shoulder the entire burden as I was the eldest issue of my father.

Then starts the un-ending journey of adventures that is still in motion, without any recess.

Sindabad had sit for his voyage in his small canoe from the river bank with widowed mother, three brothers and one brother as the lone sailor, as he is the eldest.

Where is the scope for formal education, for a floating rafter?

Non formally, he pipped into the dormitories of religious Madrasahs, general education and political vicious circle.

No where he sensed the sense and sanity. Every where the devils prevail in the gab of diversity.

So, the thirsty ran to Arabia, the land of Abraham and Muhammad (SAW) for a glass of water, where he found that the mirage has taken over the oasis. But he found the miracle of the missing link of the souls.