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By Shibbir AhmedMarch 16, 2015 All the stories of the dark path / The story of the haughty life / The story of the genes The true story / The story of the life / The story behind the screen Leave a Commenton

Today I want to tell everyone about some real things in my life, I know no one will like it and then I want to tell some real things about my life.
I was very quiet when I was young, everyone used to caress me and I was the youngest of brothers and sisters, my father had a hobby to make me a master but my master did not like me at all, then he admitted me in madrasa I was studying for five or six months
Then I ran away from the madrasa. Today I am telling the real story of my life so I know how it feels to say the words, however I was admitted to the school and from then on my life started.
Good day, tomorrow is the beginning of my SSC exam but I didn't have any tension, it was the biggest mistake of my life, I used to chat a lot before the exam, my friends all used to smoke cigarettes but I didn't eat. One pull was the biggest mistake of my life. Life is wrong.
Today, I feel very bad to say these things, then he says, everyone likes to say the real thing, so I'm talking about the real things in my life, just a week before the start of my exam, then a big jamela hey, but it was not supposed to happen. Done, one afternoon I went for a walk on the river bank with my friends. I had a lot of fun. It was night. It was hot in the summer. I am not saying anything real in real life.
I saw who was coming towards us. I came slowly. I couldn't see well. I came closer. Then I recognized him. I asked our acquaintance. With a stick in their hand, they said I am coming to kill you. My friend Sadli laughed and said will you kill us? Without saying a word, they hit Sadli on the head. I was completely surprised. They didn't listen to me either. The first fight of my life after growing up. The troubles of my life started. No one else looked at me with good eyes. Everyone in the village knew I was a bad boy. But they were our friends. After this genjam, another step of my life started anew. I became bad. I couldn't think of myself. A few days later, I took all my friends and beat them. The case is that in the end I paid the fine.
There were many more mistakes in my life that I can't say today. Everyone can understand if I think a little bit what was wrong in my life. No words are coming out of my mouth. No reality is hidden. When something is done, many things are reproduced
I wanted to do a lot of things to them but nothing really happened. I was bad to people. People used to talk a lot behind my back. I can't say anything today. Stay. I'll tell you what's going on in front of me. I really like the real things in my life, so I tell the truth.
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Valbasha's story: That wall was Minti's friend
By Imtiyaz AhmedOctober 16, 2014Love Story / Dark Love Story / Pride Life Story / Emotional Facts / Love Story Leave a Commenton Love Story: That Wall Was A Friend

Valbasha's story: That wall was Minti's friend
Wrote: Afternoon sparrow
The last bench of the class is empty. The girl has not been seen for a few days. I look back again and again to pick up the theorem explained by Biman Sir in the geometry class.
We were in a group of good students in class. We used to come to school regularly. I used to take homework in my notebook. I was overwhelmed by the praise of the teachers.
We sat on the front bench. Minti sat on the back bench.
He often comes to school late. One beanie had ribbons and the other beanie. The school dress is dressed in kalevadra. People with a strong temper. When it was five minutes late to come to school, Ya Mota Dander used to fall at home.
Minti is a quiet girl. She comes to school, sits quietly for seven hours. In the tiffin hour, when we run around like a rabbit, the girl looks at the sky through the back window of the classroom.
No one can talk to him. He seemed mysterious to us.
The day I first got admitted to this school and came to class, I could not find any other place in the classroom and went to sit next to him.
- Is anyone else sitting here?
At first the girl didn't seem to understand. I told her something and then she shook her head to the right and to the left.
- What's your name?
- Please
- My name is Jahan
Hearing the name, the teeth sparkled between Minti's lips.
I wanted to talk but couldn't. Minti is an unadulterated listener but I don't know how to talk. I got tired of asking questions.
As far as I knew, her parents died when she was a child. Grandmother had people. Grandmother lives with her uncle at home. Aunty doesn't love him so much.
As I was talking, I thought that the girl was very quiet.
One day, in the third period, the Bangla class of class nine science branch did not happen. It was raining heavily. Everyone in the class rushed out! I let go of my hand on the second floor veranda, I was trying to catch the rock, I was picking it up and stuffing it in my mouth.
In the meanwhile I came back to the desk to take my water bottle. Suddenly I heard a soft sound and looked back and saw Minti standing by the window grill and smiling alone. It was as if she was talking to someone.
I went to him in surprise.
- Who are you talking to?
Minti turned her head and became pale as soon as she saw me. She said in a frightened voice, "Nowhere with anyone."
I was shocked. I came closer and looked out of the window. Nothing is visible except the sky in a cloud of coal-colored chill.
Suddenly I saw the begging roaring. Not realizing what had happened, I let out a scream and hugged him.
- This is the request!
# #
On that day, Minti was taken to the medical by ambulance from the school.
What an illness he has. Everyone in the class was saying the girl was crazy.
I was very upset. It seemed like everyone should go see him once.
After school, I sat on the back bench wondering what to do. As I stared at the sky, I suddenly turned my eyes to the corner wall next to the bench. Something written in small letters. I started trying to read the wrinkles.
Couldn't read better. Written on a soft pencil.
Reading the broken handwriting caught fire in my head.
"Well, when you sleep in the middle of the night, kneeling on your mother's chest, how much joy do you sleep?" I called all the gods and goddesses of the world and you know how much I cried. Why no one listens to me. I will be in a lot of trouble at night. A lot of trouble. ”
"Ogo Thakur, take me to my father and mother Moni."
"If Grandma hadn't survived, I would have jumped off the two-story porch today and died."
A lot of pain. No one loves me. Will this wall be my friend? ”
"Deyalbandhu, I went to tell my grandmother yesterday. She called me a prostitute. You see, I cheered when I heard your words. ”
"Hiron slapped me. I was wearing his tip when I went to Soma's house. Uncle grabbed my throat yesterday. He said if you tell anyone, they will slaughter me. ”
"Why are people so cruel?"
One writing after another is gone. There is no way to separate. As I read, I bit my lip and managed to hold back my tears. No one has ever seen the scribbling of an unreal teenager across the wall. No one has come here, no one is sitting next to the girl.
"Uncle gave me a lot of pain yesterday. He gave me a bite. There was blood, I got pain. Why isn't the school open on Friday? Why isn't anyone at home on Friday afternoon? ”
"I love you"
“Why are you so good? Will you caress me a little friend? Love a little? ”
“A wall is my friend. Lakshi friend. ”
"Minti is a bad girl"
"Walls, walls, sad walls, why don't you go to school so early?"
It was no longer possible for me to read.
I ran out of the classroom. He ran, crossed the second floor, crossed the first floor, left the corridor and went to the middle of the field.
I threw the school bag and cried. A huge blue sky. I dipped my face in the green grass and started crying. A Friday afternoon is floating in my imagination. The little girl named Minti is trying to hide like a frightened bird in a corner of the house. A black hand is hugging him, the little girl is trying to escape with frightened eyes. Can't breathe. A hand is throwing her body on the bed .. holding her face .. face like a pressed flower ..
I whispered, O God, why not my little sister?
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Love story: Rain and a black feeling
By Imtiyaz AhmedOctober 15, 2014Love Story / A story of haughty life / Love novel / Love story Leave a Commenton Love story: Rain and a black feeling

Love story: Rain and a black feeling
Wrote: Sultan Azam Sajal
-What's here every day?
- Nothing.
-Don't you mean anything? I see the time when I leave the house, I see the time when I enter the house. What's the problem?
- No problem.
-Then, let's not look here.
- Yes, that's right.
Rehnuma no longer saw the light-skinned, bushy-haired boy who had been standing there every day since the bush. At first I liked the thing, but later I know why it seemed empty. Suddenly a feeling for the boy began to arise in Rehnuma's mind. Day by day it began to grow. One day she realized she had fallen in love with the boy.
He was returning home like every day. Suddenly he sees the light-skinned, bushy-haired boy walking by, with a girl, holding hands. Rehnuma recognized the girl. I do not know why? He lives in the flat next to him. Rupavati daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Rahman.
After seeing the scene, Rehnuma ran to the room, closed the door, pulled the tool in front of the mirror, and looked at herself. He has a very black face with small eyes, light hair on his head and a snub nose. Who would love such a girl in this fair and lovely lover world.
Humayun Ahmed was right when he said that the definition of beauty in this subcontinent is fair complexion. She may be Tara, she may have a stuffy nose, but she is still beautiful. Because his skin color is pale.
Rehnuma can't think of anything else. Crying comes down my throat. She cries, she cries uncontrollably. But that's not about not getting the man you love, it's about your appearance. In line with that, it started raining profusely. The window glass is blurred. There are dotted water droplets, meaningless designs painted, just like in our society.
Suddenly the door opened. Rehnuma's mother Raina Begum entered the room. Seeing the tearful Rehnuma, he understood everything. Because, he is familiar with such a scene. Ever since Rehnuma realized this, she has been crying like this, crying, maybe crying.
Rehnuma sees her mother and tries in vain to wipe away the tears. Kens didn't get his mother's sunshine, why he got his father's black, there's no end to his frustration.
Raina Begum stood next to Rehnuma and said, "My marriage was of the type 'Oth churi tor biye'." As soon as I came back from college, I found out that the recipient had come to see me. When I came from a completely familiar world after two days of marriage, I was terrified. The people of your grandfather's house were whispering that I had married your Kaltu father out of love. Hearing this, I went to your grandmother and said, look, people love to see beautiful faces. Your black son has no face, no face.
Your grandmother smiled at me without any hesitation and said, "Look, mother, you got married leaving a book." I got married leaving dolls. As time goes on, people will learn to value their own choices. There will come a time when boys and girls will not have the “Oth Churi Tor Biye”, it will be according to their wishes. And my son's skin color may be black but his mind is very white. Maybe your idea is to see you and like you. But no, he didn't see you until he got married. See and it will enlighten your life. The bus of light with the darkness. There is no darkness, no light. Again, light does not just give life like a tree. It also takes away life like an insect. So you have to choose the right light, the inner light, the light of the mind.
I realized the importance of those far-sighted words in your grandmother's smile. Look at Mr. and Mrs. Rahman in the flat next door, Mr. Rahman loved Mrs. Rahman, by looking at her face, and Mrs. Rahman loved by looking at Mr. Rahman's money. Today, even after 20 years of marriage, they do not live in the same bed. There is love in appearance, not in money-prestige, there is in mind-belief.
Rehnuma speaks this time, but still she is walking in the world with her face.
- Look, when the power of vision becomes weak, the world also becomes weak, it does not mean that the world becomes weak.
-But
At this time Rehnuma's father entered the house, is the mother-daughter mixing khichuri here? Hmm? What matters is why my beautiful princess's face is heavy?
Rehnuma says, Dad, I'm beautiful, who told you that?
- I said, your mother said.
- Look, Dad. No matter what one says, it becomes true. What everyone says is true. I'm not beautiful. When I went to say kut, Rehnuma cried again.
Rehnuma's father took care of the whole matter and said, I will tell you a story. A Teko man was reading a paper in a park. At that time a fly was sitting on his head again and again. Finally he got annoyed and rolled the paper and hit himself on the head and tried to chase away the fly. The fly was not going away, on the contrary, he was getting pain in his head. At one point he thought, and decided that focusing on the smallest enemy would do more harm than good. So he gave up the thought of killing flies and focused on reading the paper.
Now this fly is what you think of yourself, the paper is your thoughts. You are hurting yourself by fixing your thoughts on that one thing but it is not driving your life. It doesn't matter what you are, it matters what you do.
Raina Begum said, you become a tree in front of the light, do not become an insect. Believe in yourself. Just as no lock is made without a key, there is no problem in the world that has no solution.
Rehnuma wiped away the tears and said, I will try.
Rehnuma's father said, this is my lucky daughter who understands herself. Now let's get wet in the rain.
- Tell me, Dad! What will people say?
- Did people come and wipe away the tears when you were crying? Or did you wipe yourself?
- Personally.
-Then the thought of thinking about people is eliminated for the time being.
Artificial people like Mr. and Mrs. Rahman in this artificial city saw three people celebrating the rain. Seeing that, there was a lot of violence in the minds of people with eternal mechanical minds. Some people are forever jealous of the happiness of others.
But in the midst of a thousand jealousies, the three souls are looking for happiness in the pouring rain. Rehnuma is no longer having a hard time with her own black feelings, now she is slowly realizing that only one feeling cannot be the expression of all feelings. Just like one cannot live with oneself, one needs another, one needs another family, one needs another society. However, the glass is still drawing rain design, but there is no reason to waste time.
Because, not with the brain, but with the heart.
[We live in a society where caste discrimination is rampant. Women are probably the biggest victims of this discrimination. They are tortured from the time they are born to the time they are born. The most terrible inequality is of course the color of the skin, and it is the responsibility of the social structure to take this inequality to a terrible level. These girls are always inferior to themselves. But they do not know, they are no less. This is my attempt to give them a little courage and a little vision, this story.]
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Ghost story: It was 2 o'clock in the night on a street in Naogaon city
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The incident took place on a road in Naogaon city. It was about 2 o'clock at night. A CNG driver admitted the incident. His name is Habib. Habib was returning home with his CNG. He suddenly saw two middle-aged gentlemen begging him to stop CNG. Seeing that, he stopped and a master spoke to him.
Sir: Brother, we are in great danger.
Habib: Do you know what happened?
Sir: A friend of ours is standing in front with a corpse. We have to go to the village in front with the body. Can you deliver us
Habib thought for a while. He felt pity for them. He spoke again.
Habib: I will deliver it to you.
Sir: Thank you.
Saying this, the two got into the CNG. Going a little farther, Habib saw another
The lord is standing with the body. The body is wrapped in cloth. Habib came in front of him and stopped the CNG. Then the two masters got down and took the body of the three masters. Then they asked Habib to drive CNG. Another lord started talking to him.
Huzur: How long will it take to go to the front village?
Habib: About 40 minutes.
Sir: You will not look back. The condition of the body is not much better. You will be scared when you see it.
Habib: Well sir.
Then Habib started running CNG. But he felt the attraction of seeing the corpse but he did not dare. 5 to 6 minutes later he heard a strange noise. An unknown fear engulfed him. She leaned back with the front looking glass to allay her fears. What he could see is why, none of us can ever think. He saw the three lords eating the corpses like vultures. Someone's heart, someone's drinking breast blood. Seeing that, he screamed and fainted.
When he regained consciousness, he was admitted to the hospital. Bandages all over his body. He was rescued from a canal on the side of the road in the morning. Now she is healthy. But after the incident of that day, he still does not go out with CNG in the evening. He is still haunted by the events of that day.
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Love story: Mayawati and a blue
By BLACK Blog | Www.Blog.Black-Iz.ComMay 23, 2014 Life Story / Emotional Events / Love Story Leave a Commenton Love Story: Mayawati and a Blue

Neel is not among us, I can't accept the matter in any way !!! Today, at different times of the day, I read his blog and Facebook posts. The boy used to write the difficult words neatly !! Every writing was very emotional, passionate, loving and every writing was full of love for Mayawati. I have read the writings before, but today those writings seem like a huge diary. Carefully arranged in leaves, morning, noon, various times of the night. What a great, what a colorful !! One word is like a poem or a wonderful melody !! Much like the whistle of a train, a melody that rips through the chest. The caressing moments are wrapped like dried roses in the pages of the diary. Surprisingly, I turned the pages one by one. Today the leaves are like a huge desert, filled with zero sadness !! The leaves looked so white, so white !! It seemed that the newly widowed teenager was staring at the pride of losing everything, her loved one had gone to infinity. Who is so arrogant, does not know teenager, only knows that all the colors of his life have become white… white !! Just like the pages of a diary. The white part of the teenager may not be colored anymore, the pages of the diary will not be colored. And the train will not run away by blowing the whistle !!
Neel's smile was beautiful, holy like a baby !! Honest, pious, stable, calm, extraordinarily talented man. A man who wants to be free from the bondage of work, the chain of greed and power. Neil had the potential to grow up, he couldn’t be anything. Neel was a beggar of love. The poor have nothing to lose, so maybe the courage is a little too much. This statement was proved by Neel. The dream is the one that will never be fulfilled. Blue dreamed of a society where people would be known for their talent, ability and honesty. He wanted to become a little bit human through the attempt to touch that elusive dream. Neel believed that there was no such thing as a side stone. If there is anything called the true side stone, it is the human heart. Wanted to be a blue tree, I don't know if it could be a tree. He wanted to spread his roots like a banyan tree and be close to his loved ones. She wanted to touch life. Is love really so terrible !! The world has really changed, the definition of all eternal feelings has changed. We are the only ones revolving around the centerless circle. I'm not even looking for a center - let's go as it is.
You hear Mayawati, hmm I'm telling you - are you crying? Nah, be careful not to cry !! Shut up. No words. Not a word. A man gave his life to let you know the extent of his suffering and yet so many vajra vajra? Feel the man's pain once in a while. Now be a little quiet. You will have time to speak. Don't run out of energy today and become a goldfish. Once someone is sitting quietly next to the people in distress, the suffering of those people is reduced a lot. But everyone says that they can't hear their own words, how can they listen to others. Do you know that you are a coward? Fearful people are the ones who hurt other people in the world. There are some people in the world who are born with extreme fear. Violence takes the form of not being able to control one's fears. In a sense, these people are still primitive animals. These people can be compared to any wild predatory carnivore. Civilization is the name of controlling fear. What made you so proud? There was no arrogance in the love of that man !! Or did you tell a friend of ours that the responsibility of eliminating or pulling the blue is in your hands alone? You really couldn't pull the blue, you ended up. The man who won the battle of life lost to you of his own free will, and you call him a loser ?? You were his endless paradise, the means of surrender. People who give up voluntarily are never losers, they win by winning over others.
Is love a toy? I played the will, I broke the will? If someone says I will break up two days after the start of the relationship, is it acceptable to keep the relationship? If it is thought after the start of the relationship, then why did you start the relationship two days ago? Maybe the only problem with feeling selfish is that he doesn't have feelings. I was surprised - what kind of love? Feelings go away in two days? Is it a form of love? That's what love is for corporate people like you? Doesn't a man's heart tremble to absorb all his love like a mindless executioner and push him towards death? The truth is we are getting lost !! Getting lost inside myself, going as far as I want and throwing away the sense of humanity, everyone is thinking, "Why me, let him change, let him start changing, let him start… blah blah blah". It is not possible to be happy by pushing Lakshmi's hands and feet, but unfortunately we try that all the time. This is how we cheat with our loved ones, with ourselves. We may not feel guilty for cheating with others! But at the end of the day, looking at yourself in the mirror, you don't have to spit and hate !! I pray that everyone can correct themselves. Love is like love, love is all love in the world.
Neil, you may have had a hard time, people who understand have never learned to understand you. But believe me, everyone has learned to understand the intensity of your love by losing you. We are proud of the honesty of your love, deep respect. Blue Be good where you are, the way you are. May the best love in the world be around you. Let me know your love, let me know your respect.
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