Answer the questions from the following story.

Ameen is seventeen when the war breaks out. One Monday, after supper, he announces he will go to war. Sonabhan shrieks in surprise. You want to leave me alone?

It won't take long, Ma, he assures her. I'll be back soon after the training.

That night Sonabhan cannot sleep.

After sun-up, she opens the duck coop. The flock streams out, stretches and quacks around her for their morning meal. She takes longer than usual. She mixes water with rice husks in an earthen bowl and puts it down. They gobble it up in five minutes and head for the pond.

Ameen has let out the chickens by then. He lifts his 12-week-old cockerel, Moti, and sits on the veranda. During his breakfast he doesn't strike up any conversation. Having noticed Sonabhan's puffy eyes, he knows not to mention last night's subject. He casts his glance to the side, down at the cockerel eating rice in silence.

Today is haat bar, market day. Sonabhan has arranged the things Ameen will take to the bazaar to sell. Two dozen eggs, a sheaf of areca nuts, a bottle gourd. The bazaar is about a mile away.

Ameen wears his short-sleeved floral shirt over his lungi. He whistles as he looks into the cloudy mirror to comb his hair. Placing the rattan basket on his head before setting off, he hollers: I'm off, Ma.

Sonabhan watches him go along the bank of the little river. For the first time it occurs to her that Ameen has grown up. He has reached the height of his dead father, has his long neck and straight shoulders.

In that moment, Sonabhan realizes it's not the war, it's the fighting that Ameen is fascinated with. Like his dead father, he is crazy about bullfighting, cockfighting and boat racing. The same stubbornness flows in his blood. Once he decides on something, nothing can stop him.

Her little son! Now a man. Even up to his fifteenth birthday barely a day passed without neighbours appearing with a slew of complaints. Sometimes one or two turned up from other villages. They peeked into the house and asked, Does Ameen live here?

Sonabhan would sigh. What did he do?

Your son stole my date juice! Emptied the juice pots hanging on the date trees!

Sonabhan would sigh again. Then ask the visitor to pardon him. She hated saying that she'd raised her son alone. If she could spare them, she would bring half a dozen eggs and hand them to the visitor: Please take these for your children.

At night, Sonabhan climbs out of her bed, clutches the hurricane lamp and tiptoes into Ameen's room. She stands by his bed, looks at her sleeping son. He snores like his father. He has her light skin and button nose. She touches his check. His broad forehead. She suppresses a desire to lic beside him. Like the old days, when she slept cuddling her baby.

Ameen is excited about fighting, just like his father. He thinks it would not take long to return. (আমিন যুদ্ধ করতে যেতে চায় কারণ সে লড়াইয়ের জন্য অধীর। সে ভাবে এটি খুব বেশি সময় নেবে না।)

Sonabhan mixes water with rice husks and gives it to her ducks. They eat it quickly. (সোনাভান ধানের তুষের সাথে পানি মিশিয়ে হাঁসদের খেতে দেয়। তারা এটি তাড়াতাড়ি খেয়ে ফেলে।)

Ameen takes eggs, areca nuts, and a bottle gourd to sell at the bazar. These are arranged by his mother. (আমিন বাজারে বিক্রি করার জন্য ডিম, সুপারি, এবং লাউ নিয়ে যায়। তার মা এগুলো গুছিয়ে দেয়।)

He wears a half-sleeved floral shirt and a lungi. He looks in the mirror and combs his hair before leaving. (সে হাফ-হাতা ফুলের ছাপার শার্ট আর লুঙ্গি পরে। বের হওয়ার আগে সে আয়নায় চুল আঁচড়ায়।)

Sonabhan feels sad because she often has to apologize for Ameen's mischief. She dislikes explaining that she raised him without his father. (সোনাভান দুঃখিত বোধ করে কারণ তাকে প্রায়ই আমিনের দুষ্টুমির জন্য ক্ষমা চাইতে হয়। তিনি এই ব্যাখ্যা দিতে অপছন্দ করেন যে তিনি তাকে তার বাবার সাহায্য ছাড়াই বড় করেছেন।)

She realizes Ameen has grown up and is like his father. He is tall, stubborn, and loves fighting. (সে বুঝতে পারে আমিন বড় হয়েছে এবং তার বাবার মতো হয়েছে। সে লম্বা, একগুঁয়ে, এবং লড়াই পছন্দ করে।)

Sonabhan considers Moti her child. She becomes very protective of him. (সোনাভান মতিকে তার সন্তান মনে করে। সে তার প্রতি খুব সুরক্ষামূলক।)

Ameen notices Sonabhan's puffy eyes and avoids the topic of war. He does not want to upset her. (আমিন সোনাভানের ফোলা চোখ দেখে এবং যুদ্ধের বিষয়ে কথা এড়িয়ে যায়। সে তাকে কষ্ট দিতে চায় না।)

Neighbours complained about Ameen because he would sometimes steal date juice from their trees. He. did some other mischief's, causing trouble for others. (প্রতিবেশিরা আমিনের বিরুদ্ধে অভিযোগ করতো কারণ সে কখনও কখনও তাদের গাছ থেকে খেজুর রস চুরি করতো। সে আরও কিছু দুষ্টুমি করতো, যা অন্যদের জন্য সমস্যা তৈরি করতো।)

At night, Sonabhan quietly enter's Ameen's room, looks at him while he sleeps, and touches his cheek, feeling a desire to cuddle him like when he was a baby. She feels emotional remember his childhood. (রাতে সোনাভান চুপচাপ আমিনের কক্ষে প্রবেশ করে, তাকে ঘুমাতে দেখে, এবং তার গালে হাত রাখে, আর তাকে শিশু সময়ের মতো কোলে নিতে ইচ্ছে করে। তার শৈশবের কথা মনে করে সে আবেগপ্রবণ হয়ে পড়ে।)

The rooster is called Mr. Moti because it is special and dear to Ameen's family, especially to Sonabhan. She treats it like her own child. (মোরগটিকে মি. মতি বলা হয় কারণ এটি আমিনের পরিবারের কাছে বিশেষ কিছু এবং প্রিয়, বিশেষত সোনাভানের কাছে। সে এটাকে নিজের সন্তানের মতো মনে করে।)

The story is Bangladeshi because it reflects rural life, local traditions, and a mother's struggle during the liberation war of Bangladesh in 1971. (গল্পটি বাংলাদেশি কারণ এটি গ্রামীণ-জীবন, স্থানীয় ঐতিহ্য, এবং ১৯৭১ সালে বাংলাদেশে মুক্তিযুদ্ধের সময় এক মায়ের সংগ্রামকে তুলে ধরে।)

Yes, cockfighting is a traditional game where roosters fight each other, and people bet on them. (হ্যাঁ, মোরগ লড়াই একটি ঐতিহ্যবাহী খেলা যেখানে মোরগগুলো একে অপরের সাথে লড়াই করে, এবং মানুষ এ লড়াইয়ের ওপর বাজি ধরে।)