A village in Jashore. At the start of the monsoon, seventy-year-old Habib Dadu was planting a jackfruit sapling in a corner of the yard. His grandson Sajib asked: 'Dadu, a jackfruit tree takes years to fruit. Will you get to eat any?'
Dadu smiled as he pressed down the soil. 'That mango tree in the yard was planted by my grandfather. I grew up eating its mangoes. I'm planting this for you and your children.'
He added: 'As long as a tree gives shade, birds rest in it and people eat its fruit, there is good reward with Allah — even when I'm gone.'
Fifteen years later Sajib cut the tree's first jackfruit and shared it with the whole neighbourhood, then stood by his grandfather's grave and prayed for him.