Some love are not based on colour II
In the market, walking somewhere, Again sometimes standing in front of my college. One day when he came back from college, he stood in front of me and said, Ferry why can't you love me What's wrong with me? What if you love me? I said softly where are you? Where else am I? You are fair, tall, beautiful to look at, I don't agree with you.
I see that ugly, And that's why your mother doesn't like me and says black. If you think about it, a girl like me can't go with you. Ranju: I go with you more. And if you look me in the eye, you will realize that you are the best beauty in the world to me. I laughed when I heard this, Sundari and I hahaha.
Ranju: I didn't say anything funny here. Listen, will I marry you? And it is my responsibility to persuade my mother. You don't have to worry about your mother. I stood and listened to him. He said again, What if you don't accept my offer of love? Then look, I will die after taking sleeping pills. There is no point in living in this world if you don't belong to me.
I started liking her a little bit so many days so I agreed to love her for fear of losing her that day. Our love started from then. This is how our naughty sweet love was going on. Bishon would have liked to see his caring. I used to forget all the neglect and pain my father used to give me. In His love. He meant to me that father is a little like that.
This is how our day went. Suddenly one day, I was surprised to hear him at the end of the year of the relationship. Losing the language to say something, I have become speechless. If he still remembers that day, he gives thorns to the village.
Ranju: Look, Khenya, it is no longer possible for me to continue my relationship with you. Me: You're kidding me, aren't you? Ranju: I didn't come here to have fun with you. I am thinking about what I am saying. Khenya: I don't believe that. Ranju: My mother will never marry a black girl like you.
So we should separate beforehand. Khenya: You said you will convince your mother? Ranju: I don't want you anymore. My last meeting with you today.
What he says is, I hugged his legs. Please don't leave me. I can't live without you. That day Ranju Bhai pushed me and said, I have never loved ink like you. You are not worthy of me in any way.What do you say? Ranju: Did you have a brain? If someone offers you love, give it back. There is so much ink like you. Is it acceptable at all? So my friends are betting on you.
You said, if I can break your arrogance, everyone will give me twenty thousand rupees. So I thought I was getting so much money for free, so I didn't take it. Since I have free time even in the office, can I pass the times with ink? Khenya: It broke my heart for a little money. Are you human? Ranju: You are doing this more, but I said that you have not heard the end of the relationship, so I have to tell you everything.And then if you stay behind me, your body will be cut off, but I will not give it to my friends. Listening to him, he wants to die in hatred. But suicide is a great sin so I backed away from that path. Kiri has come from varsity and is lying down. Is the body bad? In my mother's words, I came back to reality from imagination. I turned to the other side and wiped away the tears. As if the mother does not fall in the eyes. I: No, mother looked so tired, so I'm lying. Ma'am, your father will leave with your marriage this time. Your mother could not do anything for you. Seeing the sad face of the mother is causing great pain.
Now I am sitting in the living room. I am a girl from the middle class. But looking at the room I am sitting in now, it will not be difficult to understand that it is for the rich. Because looking at everything in the room, it is understood that it is a room of elegant and tasteful people.
I got married this afternoon. I heard my husband's name on Qazi's face before I confessed. His name is Zahid Khan. Have your own business. Hearing the name on Qazi's face, I looked at him for a moment. This man is also beautiful to look fair than Ranju Bhai. The father of one child cannot be understood. I looked at him for a moment and lowered my eyes.
When I came to this house, I heard from my mother-in-law that she liked seeing me at the wedding of one of my relatives for her son. The mother has agreed to marry without seeing the boy for her choice. The mother-in-law saw the child of my husband's previous house.
My mother-in-law said that from today it is your child. I called the baby. What a beautiful baby to see. He did not tell you his name. His name is Jihad Khan. Son of Zahid Khan. Age four years. I am surprised to think that I am a second year honors student. From today I have become the mother of a four year old child.
Sometimes someone loses some real imagination. Me: How are you baby? Jihad: I'm not a babu. I am jihad. Well are you my mother
I: Yes, father. My mother-in-law talked more. I did not see any arrangement in this house on the occasion of marriage.
My mother-in-law put me in the living room. I've been sitting here ever since. And I'm wondering what to listen to, God knows.
A little later a man named my husband came. Zahid: I will tell you something, listen carefully, and you will be younger than me, so I am telling you. I am sitting quietly waiting to hear him. Zahid: I have seen my son with you. Me: Yes.
Zahid: Jihad from today and my mother's responsibility is yours. Love them, take care of them. And instead I will take care of whatever you need.
But if my son and mother don't care, I won't think twice to get you out of this house. I could not think how to respond to his words. This means that I am left in their lives. He will take them out of their lives when He wills. One thing I noticed since coming here is that no one talks about my skin color.
My mother-in-law is like another mother to me. And jihad is my goal, a boy. If I stay with her, I forget that I am her honest mother. And my relationship with him is like a normal husband and wife. Has given wife rights since marriage. But I do not understand whether there is love in it.
**A year later**
Jihad: When will mother and father come?
Me: Honey, your father will be a little late to come today. There is a meeting in the office, You sleep, honey. Jihad: When I fall asleep, when will I tell my father that I will go for a walk tomorrow? You don't understand anything mom?
Khenya: Oh, my clever target is gold. You sleep, I'll tell my dad to go for a walk tomorrow. It will be too late to come to Zahid's meeting and official dinner today.
So he told us to eat. So we ate with my mother. If I had not married Zahid, I would not have got such a sweet son and mother-in-law. And not such a good husband. At first I misunderstood him. I did. Later I realized that the deception of Jihad's mother had made the man stronger.
In this world, there are people like Ranju and there are women like Jihad's mother. That leaves the husband and the baby in the hands of another man. In fact, people are as soft on the outside as they are hard on the mind. Thinking about all this, he noticed when I fell asleep. Being asleep I am floating zero. But I was lying next to the boy on the bed.
So how am I floating? I look at it with light eyes, Zahid is carrying me on his lap towards the roof.
I: What are you doing, I would fall down? Zahid: If you do Maharani Narachara, then you will wear it. If you don't want to wear it, hold my neck quietly. Listening to him, I hugged his throat.
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Time
Over time, our emotions and feelings begin to change at the same pace. After a while, if we remember the words of the old days, we will smile unknowingly. I think how childish I would not be. I used to do it. I used to eat without being angry. But when I think of these things, I get a smile. I used to be so angry with my mother for all these simple reasons. And now I can't even try to eat without being angry. Then why should I just miss this meal.
One day I went to school and saw that my dear friend did not come to school for some reason. After one class I went home pretending to be ill. Because my dear friend is not in school, I don't like to be in school either. It doesn't happen. I don't even communicate with him on Facebook or on the phone. Suddenly I remember his words in a polite manner. It's not that I don't feel bad. But I smile when I think about it. He never missed school for me. But why did I do it !!
On that day, my mother was opening the old trunk and taking out the clothes for sewing. Suddenly I saw the school uniform. I became thoughtful for some time. I moved my hand for a long time. I think it will be like this when I see the e-school uniform of many people like me. I remember the school day. 10 am. Everyone is standing for PT. PT teacher is looking for those who did not come after full uniform. Finding out and punishing. How many times have I wished to wear a new dress after the Eid dress, then go to school one day. But that was impossible. Because without a uniform, PT would not let me stand there. And the question does not come up to the classroom. I'm done. After so many days, I was very happy to see the school uniform. If I could go to school again after the uniform. But the day I left, I never came back.
Once someone from the house next door came to ask for my dress. And my mother gave me a newly made dress to wear on my younger sister's birthday without asking. My very favorite blue dress. Silver lace. I cried so much that my eyes were swollen. The day I returned the dress, I cried more. Because I took my new dress and wore it so much that there is no way to understand that it is a new dress. And now if someone says I like the dress very much. If I can force it, I will wear it. I smile.
When I was in school, I had a crush on my elder brother at school. When I got up in varsity, when that elder brother proposed to me, he started laughing.
But when I was in school, I used to feel ashamed when I looked at it. Something was going on in my mind. In fact, as I get older, people's emotions, feelings, tastes all change.
I went to the school reunion. My girlfriend's 3-year-old daughter is dancing to the music. My girlfriend, of course, got married after passing school. I am clapping my hands happily. Will. When will the wedding invitation be given. I smiled and said that if I had not ruled so much in school, I would have had a love affair if I had not been married for so long. Sir and Ho laughed and laughed. I remembered about school. Stay away from talking like that, even when standing in front of Sir, he would start kneeling.
I met an old friend that day. At one point in the conversation, he told me that he liked me a lot when he was in school.
I couldn't stop laughing when I heard this. I smiled and said why don't you do it now? I heard that if someone says such a thing it means he still likes him. I said why have you grown up now? I laughed again. Then I was busy showing pictures of her only beautiful college student. I also made a little reputation. So that the poor person would be happy. Maybe the next day I would like to see myself with great interest. And after seeing it for myself, the rice in my stomach would not be digested until I told it to ten more people.
In fact, many things in our lives change over time. At the same time, we change ourselves. Some relationships change.
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Some relationships are not based on color
A while ago, Ranju's brother got married and brought his wife. While I was sitting on the verandah, my mother came and told me about Ranju Bhai's wedding.
Me: Hmm, good. Ms. Janis Khenya Ranjur Bauta is not very beautiful, everyone around her was saying: Ranju has brought the Danakat fairy. I am the fairy she is bringing, why are you telling me? And you were not told my name Khenya. We three sisters have no brothers. We don't have a brother so my father is very sorry. Of course mother never regrets about us.
M: I'm noticing that nowadays when you talk about Ranju Chetis?
Before, you were not like that, suddenly what happened to your mother?
Ranju Bhai's marriage has been fixed, since then their house marriage is discussed here in our house.
Who is he that talks so much about him?
He is no longer our relative.
Just a neighbor.
So what is there to talk about the marriage of neighbors?
Hearing these, my village became angry.
Why am I getting angry after hearing their mother's words for only a few days?
He repeatedly asks if anything has happened.
Khenya: Mother, how many times will I say one thing? You are thinking unnecessarily.
Nothing happened to me.
Saying that it was better if nothing happened, mother went inside the house from the verandah.
Today, the past is hurting me.
Their love of the year has become insignificant today.
For the color of my skin.
Yeah Al that sounds pretty crap to me, Looks like BT aint for me either
That's why everyone turns away when they see me.
I have become a burden to my own father.
I say black,
I have never received such affectionate love from him.
Of course mom always says,
You look beautiful.
You understand the drawn eyes, the sweet smile and the magical face.
Those who call you ugly do not have eyes.
I understand that she is the mother, so everything is beautiful to her.
Mothers do not find their children ugly.
But was someone in love with an ugly girl like me?
Was he really in love with me, or was it all his acting?
He remembers,
He had just finished the relationship, it was all acting.
Nah I can't think anymore.
I got up from the verandah.
The sound of music is coming from the house of Ranju brothers.
Well, why do I find these words toxic?
The sound of the music sounds restless, so I put my hand over my ear and the sound is coming.
So I turned on the mobile video and put the headphones in my ears.
Oh, I feel a little better.
Two days later,
Only the father has the right to make all the decisions in our house.
We are obliged to obey all his commands.
At dinner my father talked about my marriage.
When I heard about my marriage in my father's mouth, it was as if food was stuck in my throat. Having trouble breathing.
Seeing my condition, my mother gave me water.
I took water from my mother's hand and put it in my mouth quickly.
Ah, I would have died if there was more peace.
Meanwhile, the mother said to the father
Ms. would not have seen a little more.
I heard the boy has a child in the previous house?
Dad let out a roar
I will be your prince for this Kali Maiya.
My mother was scared, but she thought about me and said softly,
I would not have got married after finishing honors.
Dad: I see your courage is too much.
What are you talking about? Don't be shy, can you give me a boy so far?
Dichos two miya and this ink tar.
Whoever wants to take this ink of yours in Meyer is in the fate of seven foreheads in Tar Meyer.
I am used to hearing these words from my father's mouth from a young age.
Yet why is there so much trouble.
Nah, I can't eat anymore.
So when I got out of there, I heard,
The parents are telling the mother to get married next Friday afternoon.
Then mother and daughter will not make any color joke.
Well I'm not what people call black. I'm not in pain?
I can't even get the ball to enter the room.
Inside the chest, it seems that everything is coming.
Maybe it would have been better if I could have cried and cried.
But if I cried loudly, everyone would hear me, so I put my face on the pillow.
These tears are my constant companions because I have no right to be loved or to be good.
The next day at noon I would go home from varsity,
Meeting with Ranju Bhai at this time-
A beautiful girl is standing beside him.
Ranjuhare khenya that, where are you coming from? I have no intention of talking to this man who is standing silently. Ranju: Ira and Khenya are at home in front of us.
This morning Aunty Pais brought her daughter for you. And Kheya is my only wife Ira. Ranju put his hand on Ira's shoulder. Ira: How are you and did not come to see me? Khenya looks at Ira and looks at Ranju for a moment, lowering her eyes and thinking,
If people are so shameless, who can hurt someone else by laughing? Can't think what to say to such a person. So he remained silent without saying anything. Ranju: Well, the ferry will go now, it will leave our bus. I am going on my first honeymoon with my wife. I don't want to be late.
Without saying anything, the ferry ran into the house. Lying on the bed, I closed my eyes and wondered if there was any trouble left for me. Again the old memories are floating in front of the eyes.
Four years ago, on the last day of my SSC, Ranju Bhai came and said, Ranju: I can't turn around and talk. That's why I love you. I didn't say you were young for so long. But after a few days you will go to college, now you will understand the good and the bad, so I say. The ferry wants to get you to live in my world.
I didn't know what to say, I was never so attracted to love. Besides, I didn't get a love proposal because I was black. And they used to keep an eye on my body. But I have been watching him since he was little. But I could not think what to say.
So I went home without saying anything to Ranju Bhai. He has been behind me for almost six months. Wandering. At the corner of the alley of the teacher's house.
To be continued. Thank you.
Life in vain
One day while chatting with one of my very close sisters, I asked, sister, the dark circles under your eyes are so dark you don't notice! How dry the hair is, the filth of the face is gone. Canoe do not take care of yourself! Laughed and said, Anika tea, tea?
She did not pay much attention to my words. She made tea and handed me a mug of tea and said, well, Anika, you write !? I replied, Tuktak Apu. Canoe! Apu said, not like that! You know what life means Anika!
I said, I don't know. Because, to me, what life means, it can't be anyone else's. So I just know the life I see. Life is not the only life I see. Life has many meanings. She laughed and said, yes, Anika! Life is really like life.
(I'm trying to understand sister)
Life is bad, life is dishonest, life is selfish to life, life is life as it is, life is jealous, life means life is what it wants. I don't mean life. Life wants me, I don't want life! Even if you don't want to, you have to take your life away! The author's sister said that the canoe! I shook my head a little and said, sister, you are older, you know better than me! The forehead said to Kuch, Oops Anika, please don't say that so cold, I expect a lot of good things from you. I said, sister, life is so cold. Believing in life so cold emotion. Life is so cold !!!
Sister was surprised and said, this is why you like Anika. I said a word, and you explained something with words! I laughed and said, this is the last resource sister! I'm still alive because I can talk. Leave me alone. What happened to you! Why are you so careless?
That's it! There is silence. The eyes are tricking! Hut began to say softly, you know Anika, there was a time when I fell in love with your brother, then we used to go around in a rickshaw and eat panipuri at TSC. I used to buy bangles for 30 rupees and read bangles with my hands full. I used to buy big tips from the front of New Market. Your brother likes to have a big tip and a raised eyebrow with kajal in his eyes. I used to wear loose clothes. Your brother also liked it a lot. It was your brother's bad temper to hug and caress. I used to say, I'm tired, it will stink. You know what he used to laugh !? He used to say, what a stench in love again! Anika got married after ending a lot of love, pride and quarrels. Your brother would have noticed if he had smiled less at one time, why am I not smiling! Why are I talking less!
But look, it's been 8 years since the marriage, I don't get any more emotion in this flat, car, expensive perfume, expensive clothes.
Night after night, without sleeping, dark circles have accumulated under the eyes, I have become fat, I smell. The big press seems to be famous. It looks more like a slum. It is useless to wait without eating! Time has given me the patience to listen to these now. I'm not used to going to Anika's night party. I am a lover or wife waiting to cook rice. I am not a friend who swallows wine worth a thousand rupees, I am a lover who drinks water worth 20 rupees. Time could not change me from lover or wife Ray! Time has made the boyfriend who did only 3000 rupees tuition a huge businessman. And one of my sky moonlight has taken away from me! Smartness is what I don't talk about today.
Talking less and doing more work has made a home today. Today only silence is true. Everything else is a lie. I'm crying! Apu just closed her eyes and said, Anika will eat! Today I have made my own rice and rice!
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Wedding gift
Today is Reshmi's wedding. The house is full of relatives and people. Reshmi's father Afzal Hossain is a middle class farmer in the village and has six bighas of paddy land. Besides Reshmi, Afzal Hossain has two more daughters.
Afzal Hossain and Reshmi's mother Zulekha Begum could not be happy on the occasion of their eldest daughter's marriage. There is no peace until marriage.
There are enough reasons for Reshmi's parents to be worried. Earlier, Reshmi got married in three places. The date of the wedding was fixed in two places.
Beautiful enough to look silky, in her final year of honors, her father's condition was not very good, but for the first time she got married to a very rich man's son. They like silk very much but silk is crooked. The rich will not marry at home. Reshmi argued that I could not cope with such a rich man and that my parents would not get due respect there. My parents would have to keep their heads down. I would have to listen to the relatives of the in-laws saying that the poor girl is a village girl. I can't.
Later, when the date of marriage was fixed again, the date of the wedding was fixed till the day of the seal, then Reshmi said directly to the bridegroom without any hesitation and said that he would like to get the money of the seal at the wedding hall only if I get the full amount of the seal or not.
Reshmi's words shocked the parents of the pot and the pot, what a girl! Denmohar wants to get money in the wedding hall! This is a very greedy girl. This girl cannot be made the wife of the house at all. Twice in a row, Reshmi's parents understand that the marriage has broken down, but Reshmi will not listen to her.
Mamun and Mamun's parents came to see Reshmi last week. Mamun is a primary school teacher. Reshmi's parents have already repeatedly forbidden her daughter to say anything in front of the potter about Denmohar.
The pot party liked Reshmi very much, after the date of the wedding day was fixed, Reshmi cleared her throat and said, I have something to say.
Zulekha Begum was shocked to hear her daughter's voice and was trying to stop her by repeatedly gesturing but Reshmi demanded her without looking at her mother.
Mamun's parents did not pay any attention to Reshmi's words. On the contrary, Mamun's mother said, "Every girl has a right to Denmohar. It is their fair share. Mamun must pay Denmohar's money at the wedding."
Reshmi was happy to hear about her future mother-in-law and said with a little more courage, I will get a job after finishing my studies, then I will give some of my salary to my father every month. Do you have any objection? Another thing is that my father is trying his best to educate our three sisters and make them human. It is not possible for my father to give any dowry gift material. You can only take me as your wife and you will not get anything else.
Mamun's mother smiled and said, "Mother, your parents made you a man by teaching you to work hard. When you get a job, you have the same rights as we have. Your parents also have a right. We don't mind. We don't need any gift dowry. Mother, we Just want to make a good minded girl the wife of the house that will love us.
Reshmi and Reshmi's parents are happy to hear such words from Mamun's mother.
Today, Reshmi got married to Mamun. Mr. Kazi handed over one lakh rupees of Denmohar to Reshmi before the marriage was solemnized.
Just before going to his father-in-law's house after the marriage, he handed over the silk money to Afzal Hossain and said, "Father, with this money you will buy two cows and raise them in Pelepushe." Your age is so hard to work in the field. When the cows grow up, you will sell the cows and give them to the grocery store.
Everyone around her applauded Reshmi for her behavior and said that all parents should have such a girl in their house, and I applauded Mamun's parents, if every parent is against dowry gift and can educate the child then the custom of giving dowry gift from the society will stop.
(Silk house in our village)
A year ago one of my cousins Mehnaz came to visit our house. Looking for a pot for the last marriage to read Honors.
Suddenly in the story, Mehnaz asked me, has Apu Dulabhai paid your dowry?
Hearing his question, it seemed that I have not yet received the money of Denmohar!
I said with a little annoyance, no Ray has not given any name yet. Today I will actually leave the house after collecting the money of Denmohar.
Mehnaz laughed and said, "Apu, you got married thirty years ago. What is the difference between the value of money then and the value of money now? What is the need to collect that money now?"
Listening to Mehenaz's words, my understanding is that thirty years ago, there would not have been eight gold ornaments for 7 rupees, or there would have been paddy land for one and a half bighas, and now there will be no eight annas of gold for 8 rupees and doubt whether the land will be one hundred.
Mehenaz said, "Apu, I have decided that I will get the money of Denmohar first and then I will accept it."
Listening to him, I laughed and said, "Far, crazy, so is it again?"
A few days later, five people with pots suddenly came to see Mehenaz. Seeing the bride, they like it very much. On the same day, they will keep it intact and after a month, they will pick up the wife.
The potter's name is Zahid and he has his own house in the city.
All right Denmohar was set at three lakh rupees.
Mehenaz made it clear that he would give me the money first and then I would accept.
The pot party was surprised and said, I will pay when my wife is picked up after a month.
If Mehenaz doesn't agree with that, then it is clear that the marriage will take place after one month. If you don't pay the dowry after the marriage, then I will not be able to disturb the quarrel and I will not be able to break the marriage again, so pay the dowry first and then I will accept.
Zahid gently told Mehenaz that I had not brought so much money with me.
Go home and bring the money with you, if not today, you will get married tomorrow.
We explained a lot to Mehnaz but he did not agree to anything. The next day the pot party brought three lakh rupees and handed it over to Mehnaz and then Mehnaz accepted.
Mehenaz left the money in the bank. His argument is not sure when any danger will come, to whom should I reach out? Keep the money in the bank and it will be useful in bad times.
Seemingly silky, Mehnaz looks like a very stubborn girl. Many people look down on them for recovering the dowry money in this way in the wedding hall but I will say that he has done the right thing. Why should he give up the rights of the girls voluntarily?
I was surprised to see Mamun and Zahid really well educated and salute their parents from the bottom of their hearts. If all parents have children like them, then it is not too late for girls to have a good day.
A new morning II
Here you call people, people will gather outside the flat after hearing your screams from the nearby flats. Then they will all call the owners' association, they will come and break the duplicate key or the door. Then you will tell them all the facts. They will look for me. Someone will interrogate you. In the midst of all this, the night will pass, you will not commit suicide. Instead, tell me the story behind your suicide, I will leave. Then you can commit suicide in peace. "
Mr. Ghalib said in a calm voice. Listening to Mr. Ghalib, Mihika thought for a while. Then he said,
"You're really leaving! Don't interrupt!"
"Nah, I'm not going to interrupt. I'm not going to tell anyone about this."
"Really?"
Mihika said a lot like a child. Mr. Ghalib smiled and agreed. Mihika sat on the floor next to the bed with white and orange combination tiles. Then he put his hand on his knee. Seeing Mihika sitting, Mr. Ghalib dropped his cigarette from the verandah and sat down in a binbag a few yards away from Mihika. Then he said,
"Now start your story. I'm free with Rufaidar. Not father and daughter, we have a friendship type. You can simply tell me everything by putting yourself in Rufaidar's place."
Mihika listened to Mr. Ghalib without expression. Then he began to say anxiously,
I am Mihika, Maisa Rahman Mihika. Everyone calls me Mihi. I am studying chemistry at RBI. My parents' only child. My father is a banker working in Jamuna Bank Dhaka branch. My mother is a housewife. My parents live in Dhaka. I also lived in Dhaka with my parents. But HSC I left my family and moved to Rajshahi when I got a chance in RBI. My father bought this flat for me to live in. I started living here. It was very difficult at first to leave my parents and Shravan.
Who is Shravan?" Mr. Ghalib burst into tears. Mihika says calmly,
Shravan, my first love. I met him for the first time at the bus stop in the pouring rain one rainy afternoon. Then I barely pulled the class. Crow wet at the end of private. Waiting for the bus. Shravan will give HSC then. I was standing, my glasses were blurred by the raindrops, my migraine problem was so strong, I couldn't walk without glasses, so I was looking for a tissue to wipe my glasses, I took out a packet of tissue from my bag and saw that the tissue was wet like me. I was looking for a shop over there. Shravan may have noticed. He took a packet of tissue from his pocket. After that benefit, courtesy introduction, then talk, then love. The problem started, and that problem got me stuck in the middle of this rope.
To be continued.
Suicide has become a trend these days. Every day I turn to the newsfeed and see a few suicidal news stories. No story has ever been written about this. A plot came to my mind in a hurry. I wrote it down. The purpose is to stay depressed and give a message to people prone to suicide.
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Danger of black magic II
From first part. Then I went to two and a half thousand, from there I found out that my own brother has done such a thing 16 jinn or invoice, so that I can not get a share of the property. And Sumon's main purpose is to kill me. From there I went to my brother's house in Gulshan.
I go and shout a lot, then my brother insults me and raises his hand against me, he also comes to kill my husband. My sisters also came but no one was on my side. From there I walked home, before I could even enter the house, Sumon hit me on the waist with a wooden plank which caused me to fall down, standing on my chest and snorting like a snake, at that time I felt like I was out of breath.
Everyone grabbed Sumon and tied her with a thick rope. Tao tore off the rope and hit himself on the head with a large brick in front of him, dripping with blood. I was trying unsuccessfully to stop Dad and Dad from saying a lot.
He only says one thing over and over again, I will destroy you before I go. Then Sumon's father went to the fakir for two and a half thousand, but the fakir told him that he could not do anything. And here they are killing me and making me almost stupid. No one is coming forward for fear. Then I called the police with someone. The police came and arrested Sumon and released him after 7 days. After coming home, Sumon did not speak anymore. It was winter then. He wears a torn lungi and goes to bed on the street empty-handed. He looks at it with a dab dab but does not speak.
Then I went to Gulshan's brother's house again, I grabbed his brother's hand and foot, I don't need property, take care of my son, then I came to the village with my brother, brother gave amulets to Sumon and gave him water, I didn't know it to push Sumon to more death. . Sumon used to be like Bob.
Wearing water, amulets did not leave anything out. They had to drink water in secret. Then Sumon's father was a grocer. In the evening I went there out of curiosity as if something was glistening in the gab tree. A black snake from above hit me on the head and then the snake went away. I had an amulet on my body so I couldn't come close. I went home Uh uh sound came at night from Sumon's house I heard Sumon's father calling. Later I went to the front of the house.
Someone is whispering, I couldn't kill him, I couldn't kill him. Then there was the sound of kicking someone. After a while it became quiet and I went to my room.
Then it has been almost 6 months since Sumon could not speak. Then I went to Galimpur shrine, my throat was getting heavy in the street, my voice was like that of a man, I couldn't speak, my throat was fixed as soon as I entered the shrine, I went there and took an oath. I came out of the shrine with two dogs behind me, one black and one red.
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The Impossible
It was said that if there were twins, one child would be given to Neela's sister. And this is not the word of her husband Tarek, but of Neela herself. Her elder sister Nitu is childless even after 6 years of marriage. She has been hoping for a child for a long time. That hope turns into despair day by day. He got very confused. Seeing her sister's condition, Sapphire decides that if she has twins, she will give one to her older sister.
Sapphire became pregnant after two years of marriage. When I went to the doctor for a checkup, it was known that Neela had twins in her womb. The fabric is amazing. Is this even possible! Of course, Sapphire has always wanted her to have twins. He raised his hands and prayed to the Creator again and again. The Creator did not turn away. Sapphire's wish has been fulfilled.
Sapphire changes over time, even if the creator does not turn away. On the contrary, he turned his face away, on his own words. Talking to Tarek, he talks about twin children. What is the fear in his words, what kind of instability. There is a kind of anxiety about the unborn children in her womb. Tareq can understand that. But do not think what to do. There is no point in asking questions to Neela, there will be no answer. Honestly, Sapphire has wrapped herself up. Not just from the fabric, but from everyone.
‘Did you call Big Apu? ‘Yes. Suddenly an urgent task came. So I told her to take you to the doctor for a checkup. '
"You can't call her right now. ‘Why? Any problem? ‘I can’t give you any excuses. Forbid her to come. ‘Then who will take you to the doctor? I am stuck at work. ‘I will go alone. No one will be needed. ‘Sapphire. How can you go alone in this situation? Listen to me, go with your sister like today .... '
‘Not a word. If you want my good, forbid you to come. No one will come to this house unless I ask for it. This is my last word. '
Tarek can't speak. One thing is clear, Sapphire has changed completely. The panic inside him about his elder sister is no longer hidden. Tareq forbids Neela's elder sister to call. Although Nitu Apu insisted on coming, she was finally forced to give up.
The probable date of Neela's delivery has been fixed. A month later, he had a caesarean section. There is no end to Tareq's thoughts. There is also a lot of work pressure. Yet it is not wrong to make time for Neela. Stay as close to Neela as possible. The story is between the two. As many stories as the state, all. Tareq Nitu brings up Apur in the gap of the story. Sapphire carefully avoids it. Doesn't make the slightest sound about it. Tarek sighed. One call after another kept coming on his mobile. But is not received. Because Tareq has no words to say to Nitu Apu.
Tareq goes to town for a small job. After work, I had to meet Nitu Apur. Nitu's thousand questions. With Sapphire, with the children in Sapphire's womb. Tarek tries to answer as much as possible. Then he said goodbye and went home. But Sapphire could not be found anywhere when she came home. Searching the whole house did not help. There is no sapphire. However, a note written by him has been found. After reading that, Tareq was shocked. Stands like a stone. Not a hair can move. The note clearly states- ‘Tareq, I will not live a single moment without my children. I will never be able to hand over my child to anyone. It's impossible. Please never try to find me.
To be continued.
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Equal distribution II
He always had a small hobby in his mind. He then tells Tamal's father to pay the deposit, save some of our savings and apply for a loan. Even after all that, the money was drawn, then Shahana Begum went to her father's house and asked for the rest of the money. The condition of Shahana Begum's father's house was not very good, but they were well-off enough, they had two houses in Dhaka and two houses were enough to grow.
But when he goes to ask for money, he is shown different types of loans, then he gets angry and says, I also have a share in this house, explain to me my share. After that, the real face of everyone comes out, her parents are surprised and tell her daughter, two houses for their two sons and the boys will see their two sisters, they will come to visit their brother's house, eat all year round and take away their father's house property. The girls have no right to walk there anymore, then the brothers will never see their sister. They also say that you end up spending your share of money during your marriage. Shahana Begum is a very angry person, she just comes to tell her parents,
- Parents who can't see all their children with one eye, it is better not to give birth to their daughter.
After that he came home and cried a lot, and bought the place by selling all the jewelry of his father's house, father-in-law's house and he himself made some jewelry and sold it. At that time Tuktak also took a loan and rented out a few tin houses built on the land they bought, and the land was bought in the name of their husband and wife. And with the house rent money, his loan was repaid in two years.
But he stopped going to his father's house, and vowed in his heart that he would never look at his son or daughter differently. What they have will always be divided into two equal parts.
By renting that tin house she has met all the needs of her children. Once upon a time, when Tamal's father retired from government service, he started his own house two years ago, today the house is now five storeys high.
One afternoon, six months after Trina's marriage, everyone was sitting at the table drinking tea, when Tamal said to his parents,
- Amma Trina's room is very big and she has gone to her father-in-law's house now. What is the need to leave such a big room? I think I will break the wall in the middle and make our room bigger, along with the grass room, I will pay the cost, what do you say?
Shahana Begum was shocked to hear about her son. Then she said in a hard voice.
-Trina is married, that's right, so she has lost her right to her own house, why are you wondering? Even if Trina goes abroad, Trina's house will remain as it was. And no one will ever touch anything on the grass, even with his permission. Because none of you have done weed or anything so far. The wealth you have created will be according to your will.
That day Shahana Begum saw a kind of selfishness in her son's eyes, which he saw in his brothers. He didn't have his parents with him that day, they just protected their sons.
After that incident, Tamal was upset for several days, then Tamal's father was very upset
- Tell me what can be done, Shahana, the boy is upset, maybe he wanted to stay in a big open room with the baby, so he wanted to make the room bigger.
Then Shahana Begum says
- No problem, tell him to take the three-storey tenant and make the third floor as he pleases.
- If you say that, then Tamal's mother, then they will be separated!
-If you can't be good together, they will be different, it will be better to be like them.
- And listen, we shared when we built this house, didn't we?
- I will never hurt my children. They will all get the same, even after that, if the boy is unhappy with our decision, then we have to understand who the boy is. I have not been able to raise him in my education. Why do you still know that girls are so helpless in our society? This is because we start from the family with discriminatory treatment of boys and girls. If a girl does not get equal rights in her family, what will she expect in the outside society? We do not create divisions, at least not in our children.
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Equal Distribution
Shahana Begum is sixty years old, she has one son and one daughter. He married his daughter three years ago, and married his son about five years ago. Shahana Begum never discriminated between a boy and a girl. He always tried to give equal opportunity to boy and girl in all matters.
Before marrying his son Tamal, many people talk about marrying his daughter Trina, but he marries the boy first, according to him, the son will marry the eldest son first, the wife will come home, how happy she will be, after the girl finishes her studies, what will the girl do? If you want to enter, you will enter, then who will marry the girl.
There is another reason behind marrying a boy, of course, is that the girl who likes Tamal, the girl's parents were anxious to marry the girl, they say the girl has to get married before finishing school, otherwise the girl is old Once done, it is difficult to find a good pot.
Shahana Begum agreed to the marriage only with the boy's choice in mind, but when she was ready for the marriage, she asked the girl to wear the ring.
-Mom, I want you to finish reading after marriage. I will take all the responsibility of your studies.
A few days after Tamal's wife Nazia became his wife, while talking to her mother-in-law about the marriage of Nanad Trina, Shahana Begum did not like it at all.
One day Nazia tells her mother-in-law
-Mom, my mother has a good ingredient in her hand, she told me to keep a picture of Trina and biodata, she will let you know if she finds a good boy.
Then Shahana Begum got upset enough and told Nazia straight away
- Listen to Nazia, who will tell Bayain, I am not thinking about Trina's marriage yet. Trina will finish her studies first, start some work, then we will think about her marriage, and Trina may have likes and dislikes about marriage.
From the time of Shahana Begum Tamal's marriage, she realized that there was more discrepancy between the people of Nazia's house and their mentality. Nazia became pregnant before she finished her studies and did not finish her studies. Nazia's parents are very happy with the news, they say, this is the right time for girls to have children, and what will happen after studying so much? Their daughter doesn't have to work anymore. Tamal's only son does a good job.
Shahana Begum is also happy with the news of the arrival of a new guest, she is caring enough about Nazia, even after that she always notices, if she gives any advice to Nazia, Nazia talks to her mother first. She doesn't like this thing. Again, he thinks his daughter will do the same? Maybe the relationship between wife and mother-in-law came in this age, why? Losing more confidence?
During Trina's wedding, the same amount of money was spent on Tamal's wedding, she also noticed that Nazia was busy with her face while shopping. While buying Trina's wedding sari, Nazia said,
-Will we give mother Trina's wedding sari? Will not come from her groom's house?
Then Shahana Begum said very annoyed. Listen Nazia, I divided the money for the wedding expenses of Tamal and Trina equally. I spent the money for Tamal's wedding. Now I am spending the money for Trina's wedding. What has the sari given to us got to do with the sari that will come from Trina's father-in-law's house? I will give their two brothers and sisters one equal to the best of my ability, then they will follow their best.
Long before the onset of today's crisis, this society has been deeply ingrained in the society of creating divisions between boys and girls according to its benefits, a way of looking at boys and girls differently. What Shahana Begum saw in her time at her father's house.
Nineteen years ago. A friend of Tamal's father came to the house one day and said that a place would be sold, adding that there was no adulteration in the place and the price was lower than the market price. Shahana Begum lived in the government quarters then.
To be continued.
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A true story- Wedding
I was supposed to get married on October 23. But just a week before the wedding, on October 16, my marriage broke down. I remembered that I had resigned from teaching in the madrasa five days ago, just after the wedding day. After becoming an Alema in 2012, I was appointed to my own madrasa. I don't have the heart to describe the moment and feeling of leaving Madrasa after 6 long years. The sound of the students' vague and unpublished cries pierced their hearts. I got hit harder than October 18! Alhamdulillahi a'la qulli hal ..
I am the daughter of a middle class family. There are mother, brother and sister in the family. I am a fatherless orphan girl. Since others are small, I have to look after everything in the world. I was busy with my father's family and madrasa. It's been a long time but nobody cares. However, it would be a lie to say that I did not notice it completely, but I noticed that the marriage proposal would have been rejected because the girl from the poor house was not very beautiful to look at. Really! The bride has to look her best during this time, because of posterity more than anything else. Alas, I lacked these two invaluable qualities.
However, Alhamdulillah a proposal comes from the remaining Bhati area. Kamil and Takmil pass the pot simultaneously. He is also a local well-wisher. After seeing the people related to the pot and his mahram, I liked it and the wedding date was fixed. Wow! I was so happy that day. My marriage is happening then! I invited my girlfriends to the wedding. One by one the whole program, my madrasa, all the relatives got to know the marriage of such and such Alema Upper of such and such Madrasa, the marriage of such and such daughter The decoration was not my house but my madrasa. My students were happiest and they were suffering the most. Before leaving, I gave them the last training in a shy manner. I said goodbye with a mixed feeling of shame and suffering.
Only one week left to the wedding. The house is decorated and the family is in the throes of wedding shopping. October 17 is the shopping day of the wedding market. Some people from both sides went shopping. As there was disagreement between the two sides in the purchase, they were happy and unhappy and brought the purchase towards the end. Now all that is left is to buy my wedding dress (lehenga) and pot dress (suit-coat). They preferred low-cost clothing for me, but preferred high-priced clothing for the pot. Which is hard for my family. They need expensive clothes. Disagreement ensued between the two sides over the pot's clothing. At one point, the recipient informed there "Marriage will be naaaaa, canceled!"
I didn't suffer as much from the breakup of the marriage as I did from listening to the pot. The pot itself broke up the marriage. He passed Kamil, passed Hadith in Daora. It is also a small emerging speaker. She will need an expensive suit and coat for the wedding party. The prestige of the expensive man. Is there a premature bride in the country who has to spend her whole life with a two-penny suit-coat Deonawali? Highly educated people can demand so much wealth, there is nothing wrong with it! Hundreds of girls have lined up for the wedding. Prestige of the poor again! When the marriage is broken, the princes will come to marry the daughter of the poor! (?) Because the marriage is broken, the daughter of the poor will call me an angel! (?)
Let my tears not be a curse to anyone. My dream is for no one to face accountability on the Day of Judgment for being stuck in the thread of a little suit-coat. By forgiving everyone, I keep on counting the hours, waiting for someone to be miserable again. Which is being rejected by many clothed hujugoranis on the pretext of his lack and face. Either I continue to sharpen the weapon of prayer to be the lord of her paradise. One day he will come, he will come. InshaAllah.
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A new morning
The rope barrier is almost over. You'll have a rope around your neck in a minute. Well, what if I decide to die thinking?
Mihika looked around when she heard someone talking while tying the rope to the ceiling to hang around her neck. He followed the voice of the voice that had come a little earlier and looked at the door of the verandah. He saw an old man standing at the door of the verandah. Mihika did not recognize the man. Tonight he would see a stranger in his house and at other times he would shout and head home. But today the mind is not good, and not in the mood to shout so just frowned and looked at the stranger with a questioning look. Which means who are you? Why are you here? And how come!
The newcomer smiled when he saw Mihika frowning. He laughed and said, I'm Ghalib, Ahmed Ghalib. I live in the south corner flat on the fourth floor of the front building. I'm your neighbor.
Mihika was quite annoyed by the stranger's words. Ahmed looked at Ghalib, his face reddened with tears. Mr. Ghalib read Mihika's face and said,
"So what am I going to do, that's the thought, isn't it?"
Mihika looked at him without expression. Mr. Ghalib said again,
"Actually, I have a daughter your age. Her name is Rufaida. Rufaida and her mother went to Rufaida's nanu's house this afternoon. I was alone at home. I came back from the office a while ago. I came to the verandah fresh to smoke. I saw you sitting on the bed along the verandah. I thought I would talk to Rufaidar every day. Since he is not here today, I can talk to you. I came to your verandah thinking that you are preparing to commit suicide. I thought I would go back later. I thought again, when I heard the story behind the girl's suicide. "
Mihika looked at Mr. Ghalib with sharp eyes. At twelve o'clock in the night, a man of his father's age appeared at his flat on the verandah. Come and hear the story behind the suicide! Is this crazy or alien! However, it does not seem so. Looks rather quite a gentleman.
How old will you be? Fifty or fifty?
She is wearing her dasur patua, and black toes. The color of the skin is tan. Raw ripe beard in quadrangular jaw, quadrilateral frameless spectacles over two black moni eyes. A half-eaten cigarette between the index finger and the middle finger. However, since coming to the room, the cigarette is being decorated by hand, it is not moving till the face. Maybe the girl doesn't want to eat in front of anyone her age. If he had a true look in his eyes, if he was a naughty person, he would have lust or a terrible look in his eyes. Which this guy doesn't have.
Mihika sniffed and wiped the non-water on her cheek with the back of her hand and looked at Ghalib with bloodshot eyes. Then he said in an angry voice,
"Why are you here? Who sent you? Surely he sent that date! But no matter who the reader is, you leave here. Let me die peacefully. Otherwise no one will be worse than me."
Mihika started to fix the rope. Mr. Ghalib smiled again. Said
"Okay, I'll leave. I won't disturb you. Give me the last ten minutes of your life. Talk to me a little. I'll leave after ten minutes."
Mihikar is swinging his mood these days due to depression. It has become natural for the huthat to be wide on him. Today is his exception. Mihikar seemed to bleed at the words of Mr. Ghalib. Thus the mind is broken and eaten. He has been in excruciating pain and heartache for fifteen days. And as if not being tolerated. Where did you think you would close the diary called life with your own hands and cross over. Get rid of this pain. But what happened! Where did an old man come from and what strange things he was talking about! Going to end one pain, he faced another pain. There is no peace in dying! Nah, you don't have to think so much. I have to die. First this old man has to be chased away then a rope has to be tied around his neck. Thinking this, he said angrily,
"Not ten minutes and one minute if you're here, I'll shout and gather. Get out of my flat right now. Don't interrupt me, it won't be good."
Mr. Ghalib smiled when he saw Mihika's anger. He smiled and said,
"You're Rufaidar's age. So I'm looking at you through the eyes of a girl. You can call me Uncle. And yes, now if you shout and gather people, you will be harmed. I will have nothing. I will go to the top of the open porch railing to my flat. I exercise regularly." So when he gets older and his body is fit, it will take a minute to escape. No one will find me. Besides, you have no proof that I have come here. So what do you say, mother? That's it. On hearing Mr. Ghalib's words, Mihika frowned and said, What's wrong with me gathering people?
To be continued.
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Why the prayer is not accepted! II
You have to ask Allah to give your wife the right understanding. Even if He is steadfast in her position, you will not move away from your position. This is the question of Paradise-Hell. If the situation is strange, if she wants separation, that should be it. Surely, Allah will give you a good wife who will compete with you in deeds.]
The fifth thing is patience. Nothing happens without patience. Patience and faith are related to each other. The more you believe in Allah, the more you will have patience. The more you pray, the more you will not be accepted. Satan whispers to us, If you do, how many more will you call? Allah will not respond to your call even in life! By teaching such a mantra, Satan will want to trap you in the end. Then you will understand that this is your difficult test! A believer still starts praying with full faith; Allah will accept, He will not give back.
This is the burning proof of how hopeful you are for Allah. Most Muslims accept the rate before giving this proof to Allah. The question may be when will Allah's help come? 10 years, 20 years? How many times should this test be given?
In most cases, Allah's help comes after the end of patience. You would be surprised to hear that even the prophets were disappointed with Allah's help. They thought that Allah may be displeased with them. There are very few prophets who did not have to read in such a situation. It is not a fabrication, but Allah Himself has said, "Finally, when the Messengers despaired and the people thought that the Messengers had been given false assurances, My help came to them. In this way, whomever I want is saved. To avert my punishment from the criminals." Can't go "[Surah Yusuf - 110]
To say this in the Qur'an may mean that many of us may think that no prophet has been given as much sorrow as Allah has given me in life.
No, no human being has ever been tested in the way that the prophets did. Imagine who could have more faith in God than the prophets? Even the prophets were disappointed in God's test. Assured. Where is the limit of tolerance when people can think about Allah? But in this verse Allah says, "When they despair, my help came."
We pray and think God has to solve it now. Brother, are you a VIP? Who are you pushing so hard to solve? Do you have any qualifications? The words may sound harsh, but if I say it, I have to say Alhamdulillah once instead of every breath. Is it possible for any human being? Excluding the rest of the blessings, we are unable to give thanks for one breath per second! Yet against whom do we raise our fingers? Who is sitting with His mercy even as He sees us floating in the sea of innumerable sins.
Yes, we humans also have a limit to our patience. But to what extent will we test? Not a single son of our beloved Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him) was alive. People started making fun of him. Even after becoming a prophet, did his son pick up the God that he preaches the call of Allah? What could be more sad for a childless father to be on earth. Can the infidels make fun of the pain of losing a child?
Yet God did not give him a son until the last moment of his life. "Allah" who sent Jesus (pbuh) without a father, why did not Muhammad (pbuh) put a bridle in the mouths of infidels with a son? He was dearer to us than us. In fact, these are the decisions of God. His decision is the best decision. His decision does not depend on anyone's will. Accepting it is the identity of a believer.
So, I was talking about patience. Danger will come in life but it will not work if it breaks down. Every sorrow in this world will increase our dignity in the hereafter. He would not have accepted any prayer in this world and would have saved it for the Hereafter, but how much better it would have been. "
Suppose you made du'a in this world but did not get any response. It may be that on the Day of Resurrection, Allah will give you a chance to make du'a in the Hereafter in return for not giving du'a in this world, so do not give up du'a. Stick to the du'a. You have made the du'a, but rest assured that the du'a of the believer never fails. If you do not get anything in this world, you will get its reward in the Hereafter.
To be continued..
Some part of Quran (Prayer)
The prayer we will talk about today is verse 24 of Surah Qasas. This is a supplication of Moses.
Allaah says (interpretation of the meaning): “My Lord said to me, 'Why do you send me down from the good of the poor?'
The meaning of the verse is "O my Lord, I am indebted to you for whatever grace you send down to me."
This was the context of the prayer when Moses forgot to kill someone and fled from Pharaoh. In verse 33 of Surah Qasas, Allah says, "Moses said, 'My Lord, I have killed one of them, so I fear that they will kill me.' At that time he was not a messenger, only a believer. Pharaoh gets a chance to kill this and rises up against him.
One of them informs him that there is a plan to kill you. He then fled the city to Madina. Go to the side of the well to get some water, but you see a lot of boys watering their sheep and two women waiting a little farther to clear the place. He asked them why they were waiting, and they answered. He had nothing then but he wanted to do something to get the reward.
After escaping from Egypt, he lay down under a tree in Madain with a tired body and prayed, "O my Lord, I am indebted to you for whatever grace you send down to me."
In the next verse, verse 25, Allah says, "Then one of the two women walked shyly and came to him and said, 'My father is calling you, so that he may pay you for the water which you have given to our animals.' He said to her, "Do not be afraid. You are free from the tyrant."
This prayer was made after doing a good (Good Deeds). Tawassul means to do something that will make your dua very powerful. You can use your good deeds in prayer. Like you don't have much money but you donated and asked Allah to give you more.
There is an incident narrated in Hadith. Narrated Ibn 'Umar (may Allah be pleased with him) from the Prophet (peace and blessings of Allah be upon him): He said, "Once three people were walking." When it started to rain heavily, they entered a cave in the mountains. Suddenly a rock rolled and closed the mouth of their cave. One of them said to the other; Pray to Allah for the best of what you have done. One of them said Allah! I had very old parents, I used to go out (every morning) to graze sheep. Then I would come back and milk and I would come to my parents with this milk and they would drink it. Then I would let the children, relatives and wife drink. One night I went after the arrest. Then when I arrived they were both asleep. "I didn't like waking them up," he said. And then the children were screaming at my feet (hungry). In this situation, my parents and I became Fajr. O Allah! If you know that I did it only for your satisfaction, then open the mouth of our cave so that we can see the sky. The narrator said, then it became a little empty. Another said, O Allah! You know, I loved one of my cousins so much that a man loves a woman. He said, "You will not be able to fulfill that desire from me unless you give me one hundred dinars." I try to collect it. Then when I sit between his legs, he says, "Fear Allah." Do not break the seal of the sealed object without legitimate rights. I left him. (O Allah) If you know that I have done it for your own pleasure, then separate from us a little more. Then there was a gap of two-thirds from them (the mouth of the cave). The other said, O Allah! You know, I hired a laborer for a fraction of the grain. When I went to give it to him, he refused to accept it. Then I cultivate it with its different grains and produce crops and buy cows with it and hire a shepherd. After a while, the laborer came and said, O servant of God! Give me my debt I said take these cows and the shepherd. He said, "Are you laughing at me?" I said, I'm not kidding you, it's all yours. O Allah! If you know that I have done this for your own pleasure, then open it to us (the mouth of the cave). Then the mouth of the cave was opened to them.
They each prayed to Allah for a good deed and after doing one, the stones started moving little by little and then they were able to get out of the cave. Moses prayed, you can do it if you want.
We should have a good job filling our bags before praying. Otherwise, we will be able to ask Allah by mentioning them while praying. In verse 18 of Surah Ale Imran, Allah says, "Our Lord, we have believed." So forgive us our sins and save us from the punishment of the Fire. ' So we should do good deeds and use it to pray to Allah.
Another aspect of dua is to present the situation you are in while praying to Allah. Every prophet has presented the situation of his time to Allah while praying.
We can say to Allah that, O Allah! You know what my current situation is, I don't have money, you help me or O Allah! My very danger is coming, you help me. This is how we can pray.
Thank you, I'll try to write more about Islamic article if you encourage me.
Black magic
The incident I brought up today is related to black magic. We can learn about the horrors of black magic from this incident. The incident happened to one of my future mothers-in-law and her eldest son. So I am writing the incident in the description of the victim.
The incident started about 30 years ago. Our residence is in Gulshan 2 area. We are two brothers and two sisters, and my father has a lot of property. I was fond of everyone since I was little. Dad suddenly gave me my marriage to a rickshaw puller from a poor house. I don't know why my father did this. After marriage I became a mother of 3 children. The eldest son also grew up. Even then I live in Gulshan in a rented house. My father died, and my mother died in an unusual way. After my eldest son gave SSC, I went to my elder brother's house. Big brother organized huge. There were a few people there wearing red clothes. He took my eldest son Sumon to a separate room to eat khichuri on a separate plate and let him eat alone. The water also separated, I did not understand what was going to happen then. After eating from there, I went to the village that night for once, then Sumon's father was the driver of the bus. At that time he did not stay at home at night, I lived alone with 3 sons and daughters. Sumon has been behaving abnormally since she came from there that night. Speaks alone. I keep my surroundings clean all the time, sweep the yard in the afternoon and then go home, and still hear the sound of sweeping the yard at night. A little away from home is a mosque and on one side there is a pond, crop land, and on one side there are some big and mango trees. I was lying on the fire burning hurricane because there was no current in the house then. As such, my sleep was much less and I could not sleep at night. Suddenly I heard a knock on the window. The windows were broken. I looked through the hole and saw a huge tall man in white. Long beard, wearing white jubba. He said open the door, I was silent and again he said open the door. Later, I increased the light of the hurricane, and kept reciting prayers in my mind, after a while it went away. Sumon's father actually told him that he would never open the door. Sometimes there were a lot of problems so I moved to another place from there, bought a place and bought a house.
Another trouble to come here. Where the house is a lot of bamboo bushes, and on the other side of the cemetery. And on the west side of the house is a big gab tree. Sumon's father does not stay at home at night. I was sleeping like that one night, suddenly it seemed as if someone was holding my throat, I was sleeping alone in the room when the house was dark. There are a lot of hairs on her body, her nails are dry, and she is small in size. I was praying loudly. Sumon also speaks alone, does not take a bath, as if it has happened, then I go to a fakir, he says Sumon has been disbelieved, he could not say who did.
To be continued.. Be sure to let us know what you think.
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Why the prayer is not accepted!
Dua know as prayer or something ask from our god. Every Muslim should have the belief that there is no fault of Allah for not accepting our dua. That is, the fault is ours and Allah cannot be blamed for it. Apparently we may not find fault with ourselves so we think we are praying. But Allah may not be accepting the supplication on purpose.
In fact, this is not the case. Allah accepts the prayers of a non-Muslim even if he is oppressed, oppressed, oppressed. If a helpless Muslim prays there, Allah will not accept it. It cannot happen. Because, Allah's treasure is infinite. Even if you give to someone for life, it will never be empty. So, the first thing to believe is that we are incapable of pleasing Allah with dua, He is not incapable of giving to us at all.
The second mistake we make is to spread the word of our Nafl Amal to others.
Have you ever wondered who you are making this accusation against? And who are you making this accusation against? One of God's insignificant creations and another insignificant creation of man is accusing man of its owner? Subhanallah!
Another mistake is that all the other nafls, including tahajjud, are done by a Muslim only for the pleasure of Allah. And these nafls are a secret treasure. Suppose you have 10 baris of gold; Would you tell people about it? No, no one will talk about such invaluable resources. Without a fool?
Nafl is also a very secret resource for a Muslim. It is a resource that no one knows except the owner and the slave. All the people who have become saints of Allah have become the most aware of the secrecy of their nafl deeds. It's a pity that no one knows about it, but rest assured that your relationship with God is definitely different than the other 10.
[My supplication has been accepted, Alhamdulillah. There is nothing wrong with saying this. However, it is wrong to say that the dua has been accepted because I have recited Tahajjud. In this way, my secret worship is revealed. If Allah keeps someone's secret sin or secret worship secret, it should never be preached to others. ]
Thirdly, asking for something wrong: asking for a girlfriend / boyfriend, praying for a certain person to be your husband / wife Do it]
Praying for haraam earnings; All these are one and the same thing as gaining the wrath of Allah. These should be refrained from seeking. Also, seeking only worldly things rather than "Paradise" is disliked by Allah. We have to ask for both the world and the Hereafter, so that the Hereafter may prevail.
Fourth, to seek liberation from sin by persevering in sin. For example: just asking Allah without making any effort to get out of persistence in haraam relationship. Or praying to Allah for halal earning without leaving the job of earning haraam. Halal-haram is clear. If you want something halal / sacred, you have to purify yourself first. If you say, where will Rizik come from? It means you don't have faith in Allah.
[This problem is serious for those who are married and have children. In this case, the wife can be explained, for the sake of Allah, all this. Allah will pay for it. The sorrow of the world is small. You can send her to your father-in-law's house for a few days. You can fast one day after another. Business is blessed so you can start earning halal with business. It is better to keep saying, don't rush down. Take the advice of experts, understand the environmental situation, determine the place, what product, then go down in the name of Allah.
And yes, do business honestly and halal products. Do not keep it in the store because the business of haraam products is profitable. Ruji may be short at first, there may be a push.
To be continued..
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Middle class
Brother will give the fish for $4? The fisherman looked at me with a frown, muttered and said there is no money to buy fish and he is coming to buy fish!
I left without saying anything because of the danger of answering some words. It is a pity that I have come back to save my honor rather than respond to all such words by becoming a middle class.
I went out of the office to the market, Hima had been saying for a long time that she had been having trouble eating vegetables for a long time. It may or may not be why he ate less rice at his father's house. During my relationship with him, I used to hear that he used to eat more in the restaurants outside. I didn't say much in his words, I was just saying
Take a little trouble. I'll find a good fish and bring it back. Himao said, "You don't have to waste time going to Oik (the market). You can come home without walking with a tired body."
I just laughed in reply. The job I do is a very good job but its remuneration is not enough for us. Pulses and potatoes are eaten 19 days a month along with occasional vegetables. The meat is in the fridge bought in installments, the beef given by the neighbors, which they have given to us as a sacrifice. Even so, it is not eaten so much that the guests at home do not have to worry about it, so Hima left it.
When I was returning home, I saw an old uncle sitting in front of me with some puti fish in his dress.
Hima opens the door and smiles nicely,
Himah As-Salamualaikum m.
Me: Walaikum As-Salam Mrs. (smiling, taking off her shoes)
Hima: What are those in hand?
Me: Ah, these are puti fish. Do you know me? (I entered the room)
Hima: Hmm, I ate a lot of sugar at Nanu's house.
Me: I saw an uncle selling in front of the house so I brought it.
Hima: Well done. Will I cook today or tomorrow?
Me: Will you cook? Who will have trouble cooking? Who will stand in front of the stove in the heat of Bharadupura?
Hima: Me?
Me: Then the decision whether to cook or not is also yours.
Hima smiled and took the fish polythene from my hand and walked straight to the kitchen.
"After taking a bath, Mr. came to perform the prayers," said Hima, shouting a little.
"Yes, I'm going," I shouted and went to the bathroom.
I returned home after praying.
Hima is praying and I can see her sitting on the bed.
I noticed in the middle of the meal that I was having trouble eating ice cream, but I had to ask him,
"Hey, no problem,
Do you still think I'm small? "
I laughed and said nothing.
Wondering how to think!
Looking at her husband's face, she is busy trying to cover up the pain as much as she can, even though she is in pain.
I can't imagine how much the girl has sacrificed for me. How happy he would be if he got married to his father, then in such a situation he is frightening me day by day, killing all his desires to alleviate my suffering, keeping distance from influential or wealthy relatives, not indulging in any whims, whatever happens will be happy. Finding the highest address. Sometimes I find myself wondering why I got involved with this girl! He has to suffer so much for me but then I can't think anymore.
A few days later I was sitting in the office when suddenly Hima's phone rang,
Hima: As-Salamualaikum.
Me: Walaikum As-Salam. How are you lady
Hima: Al-Hamdulillah are you?
Me: Al-Hamdulillah. The reason I feel so happy?
Hima: Come home, let's talk soon.
Me: Well.
I also finished the office and went home.
At the moment I am sitting in front of Hima and he is sitting on the ground.
Hima: The job I came for the interview that day has become mine. (With a heavy face)
Me: So the good news is why you are burdened with it?
Hima: If you are not happy.
Me: Hey what's the problem! No problem I'm happy.
Hima: Really?
Me: Hmm.
Hima: So I'm doing the job?
Me: If you like it, you can.
Hima: Well, then I will go to the office after the burqa and work with the screen. Please stay by my side all the time?
Me: Hmm, of course gold. I feel bad that he will get a job but I don't want to keep this pain permanently. I don't want it for two reasons;
One, I don't want to interfere in his will. Second, in Islam, women will be able to work behind the scenes or study far away.
And seeing how much Hima is trying to understand me, I can't understand how I will repay her. She never told me that she was taking a job because it was hard for her family to do this! But even after getting the job, he was ready to give up his will for my opinion. He will work for me or not. I don't know how much love I have given him but I am getting indebted to his love day by day.
Two years later, Hima comes before me from the office. Today I went home and saw that he had put a piece of paper on the door and written on it.
Mr. Khan's address, I opened the door and went inside and saw that the house was dark. "Hima, why are you turning off the lights?" There is no response to my words. Someone closed the door in the dark to enter the room. Maybe a baby was a little scared because where will the baby come from in this dark room!
Suddenly the light came on and my parents, sisters, nieces and nephews were all saying loudly.
Happy birthday to you
I'm just staring in amazement, not saying anything. I thought it was my birthday today but I didn't realize I would get a gift like this. Later I came to know that Hima's intellect did all these things. At the beginning of his career, many people told me that he would not allow me to work for my wife. Later, Han Tan would have a problem.
She is still married today, just like the first time I brought her up. There is not the slightest change in her to do her job. He still seems to be dependent on me.
Millions of thanks to the upper class have made the middle class and with such a beautiful fortune this ideal family has given me, because these three things are key to my good times.
Thank you.
Panic Disorder
Panic disorder is a mental disorder that causes a person to panic. Usually the duration of each panic attack is about ten to fifteen minutes. However, in some cases it can be more than half an hour. The prevalence of this disease is higher in women than in men in general. It can occur at any age, but teens have the highest risk.
Jacob Mendis saw a type of chest problem among soldiers after the Costa Rican Civil War, which he called Irritable Heart Syndrome. This is known as Da Costa Syndrome. Later it was termed as panic disorder.
**Reason**
Although there are many risk factors behind panic disorder, it is mainly due to the imbalance of various chemical elements and hormones in the brain.
As well as various environmental regulators, such as complications in marital or marital life, any traumatic events, financial problems, unwanted pregnancies or abortions, drug use, side effects of drugs, various types of phobias can trigger panic disorder. If someone in the family has this disease, it is 4-6 times more likely than others.
**Strategies**
Panic disorder is a disorder that is affecting more and more people. We know that our nervous system has two parts. Sympathetic and parasympathetic nervous systems. When we feel threatened, scared or nervous for any reason, our body's sympathetic nervous system automatically becomes active. It secretes a special hormone called adrenaline, which prepares various glands and organs of our body to face the imminent danger.
Adrenaline increases blood supply to nerves, muscles and the brain by reducing blood circulation to unwanted organs and digestive processes. It reduces the heart rate. In this way our body stores extra energy to attack or escape.
It is not good for the body to have a sympathetic nervous system functioning all the time. When our brain realizes that the danger is over, the body's 'shut off' process begins.
In this case the parasympathetic nervous system, part of the autonomic nervous system of the nervous system, is activated. As a result, adrenaline secretion stops. We go through the proper action of the two. This action is the opposite of adrenaline. It normalizes heart rate and respiratory rate. As a result we feel comfortable.
Note that the sympathetic and parasympathetic nervous systems are complementary. They cannot work together. If one is active, the other must be inactive. Long-term stress causes damage to brain receptors. As a result, the shut-off process stops working properly. That is, the parasympathetic nervous system is not activated. As a result, even though adrenaline is released, the process of controlling it no longer works. This results in sudden overeating and uncontrolled secretion of adrenaline causing symptoms of panic disorder.
When we go through long periods of emotional turmoil, the sensitivity of our brain increases. Which is why we don't consider trivial matters as dangerous by exaggerating. As a result, our body reacts in the same way by taking it as a danger. But the so-called danger caused by our misinterpretation does not disappear suddenly (because in fact there is no danger!). But the body takes it as a danger. As a result, the sympathetic nervous system is active for a long time and we feel anxious.
**Symptoms**
Chest palpitations, abnormal heartbeat
Intense panic
Chest pain, difficulty breathing
Creates the feeling of being numb or unconscious
Trembling and sweating profusely
Eating at home with teeth, tingling in hands and feet
Nausea and upset stomach
Different types of fears come to mind, such as: I will die now, no one will be able to save, etc.
People suffering from panic disorder are always anxious. Keep a close watch on the body all the time to check if the disease has increased. Some people do not even bother to measure how many breaths per minute. But this picky nature does not act as an antidote to their disease but as a fuel.
Thoughts in panic disorder patients have negative effects. E.g.
I will die soon.
I will not be healthy anymore.
I have a serious illness, the doctors can not catch anything.
Chest pain means I will have heart failure or heart attack now.
**Treatment**
In addition to the treatment of this disease through drugs, some psychological treatment is also done. E.g.
The patient's misconceptions are dispelled and he is told that there will be no death for the disease and the problem will go away in a few minutes (Cognitive Behavior Therapy).
The patient has to be taught how to control breathing during a panic attack (Relaxation Training).
The patient is taught how to control it by creating a panic attack in the imagination (Desensitization).
The patient's family members are given a general idea about the disease, so that they can provide support to the patient (Family Therapy)
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Mixed smell
Raktim has not yet woken up. He is fast asleep in the morning. Ira is sitting in the waiting room at the MP's house. He has been given two cups of tea so far. Raktim was told to come but there was no smell of his arrival. Ira looks very upset. Just a working man comes and goes with tea breakfast. There is no news of anyone else in the house. It seems that no one woke up even after so many days. Annoyed, he stared at the magazine in front of him. Suddenly Mr. Osman entered the room. Ira greeted him and said, "Mr. Osman, I want to talk to your grandson. About Ratan."
Mr. Osman said, "He hasn't woken up yet."
Then he regretted and said again, "Ratan was a very good boy. Even though he worked in our house, his relationship with my grandson was friendly. And I really can't think why you suspect my grandson. I am sure it is a conspiracy of someone from the opposition. My grandson. They broke it. "
Ira smiled. Just said, "Sir, it is very convenient to call him. And sleep so long, surely he woke up late at night, didn't he? Ratan's murder is thought to have taken place at night. And we have information that someone saw your grandson that way." "
Mr. Osman said, "My grandson is the future guardian of this area. So the opposite party will want to trap him with any information about him. Raktim has a habit of wandering around at night. I hope you, the protectors of the people, will not handle the case in any wrong way."
SI Ira took a closer look at the smiling picture of Raktim with Mr. Osman next to the sofa. Probably a picture of school life. Leaky, who was wearing a black cap on her head, had a broken smile pressed on the dim eyes of a thin boy.
He looked at his grandfather with red bloodshot eyes and said,
"Grandpa, tell me quickly what you called for in such an urgent need. I need a lot of sleep. I didn't sleep well at night."
Mr. Osman gestured to his grandson to be quiet. It goes without saying that Raktim did not notice it in his sleepy eyes. Ira is looking at him in a good way. She is trying to match the picture. The man wearing a black T-shirt with ash color trousers has a slight discrepancy in appearance. Not as tight as before, not as thin as Leaky. Smooth appearance, well-built, wide arms and extraordinary eloquence have given him an extraordinary normal personality. However, the eyes remained as dim as before.
Mr. Osman pointed to Ira and said, "Here I am. I want to talk to you."
Red-eyed, he looked at Ira with a smirk. "What are you talking to me about?"
"Ratan has been murdered," said Mr. Osman.
Hearing that, Raktim's sleep seemed to disappear in an instant. He frowned and asked, "Really? When? When? How? You came to our house yesterday."
Sweat dripped from his forehead. He looked at Ira and said, "So what are you doing here? Go and arrest the accused."
Ira said, "Mr. Syed Raktim, you seem to be forgetting that you are talking to an SI. And I will not give you an explanation as to when and where I will go."
Wiping the sweat from his red forehead, he said slowly, "Sorry. Suddenly hearing such a news ....."
Ira smiled a little and said, "Sit down. I want to talk to you about it."
Raktim said curiously, "Me? What do I have to say about this?"
"You have nothing to say but I have something to know."
"Tell me what you have to know." Raktim said sitting on the sofa facing Ira.
Ira looked at Mr. Osman, who was sitting next to Raktim, and said, "I'm talking to him. I'm not with you at the moment. There is no rule for anyone else to be with that person when questioning someone."
Raktim looked at Ira in surprise and once at his grandfather and asked, "Interrogation? Interrogation of what? Am I guilty or not?"
Mr. Osman was probably a little angry at Ira's words but did not let him understand. He said, "Do whatever you want to my grandson in front of me. You seem to be forgetting that I am the MP of this area. Not all the rules will apply here like the other ten ordinary people. Your OC is sitting on my words. But where do you get so much courage from me? I don't know. He wants to come directly and interrogate my grandson in the murder case again. "
Ira said bluntly, "The rules are the same for everyone. Your grandson must not be a baby boy. Children under the age of eighteen may have a guardian during interrogation. But your grandson seems to be more likely to be eighteen plus even eighty-eight plus." He deserves to be a guardian now. "
Why did Raktim get a smile? Suddenly he pretended to eat a lot of food to stop the smile.
He read Ira's name on the nameplate.
Then he said to Ira, "Madame Ira, you have broken the rules too. You have been called to the police station for official interrogation. You have come home. It is a kind of unofficial interrogation."
Ira knows they are VIP persons in the area. They can't be called to Hut Hat police station. The people of the area will blame the police instead. So Ira did not give any answer. It seems to him that Mr. Osman will not move from his grandson's side. He will protect his grandson completely.
Raktim took the tea on the table for Ira himself. Although Iraq was given a cup earlier, the maid went with another cup of breakfast after finishing it. Raktim took a few sips of it and stood up.
To be continued.
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Elf of luck
If you share a picture of it, the guaranteed fate will change.
Not only Filipino, Bengalis or Indians are sharing this picture, the picture of this elf is being shared on social media all over the world and their fate is changing in the case of ninety percent. So many people in the whole world cannot be uneducated or superstitious. I also searched for it from my friends. A friend named Sunaina shared this picture, she took a tough test in an online coaching class today. A friend named Rudra could not exercise in the gym for a long time, he was out of breath, he had done a lot of repetitions with more weight this morning. Rohit proposed his crush and Crush said yes this morning. A friend named Triparna used to hang out with her parents every day, today she has a very good time with her mother. I didn't even share the picture, I just saw the picture yesterday. I got the good news this morning, I ordered a mobile online. It was supposed to arrive tomorrow, but it was delivered a day earlier, that is, today. In other words, there is no doubt about the effectiveness of the picture, but the question is how sharing a picture can change the fate. This is the answer I am trying to explain scientifically enough in a few steps.
Didn't say a little in the first step, what is this picture actually. It's actually a witchcraft, or a doll made by an artist. A long time ago, the artist created this doll through his own imagination. For the past few days, someone has been spreading rumors on social media that if you share a photo of this doll, something good will happen to you the next day. That post spread like wildfire, the image of this sweet doll entering our country from abroad. Based on the same belief shared by all, tomorrow will be a touch of color in their gray lives.
In other words, the picture is completely baseless, just a rumor. Yet do you know how it is changing fate? Because those who are sharing the picture, their confidence and confidence is boosted in an instant. They sincerely believe that something good will happen to them tomorrow. Just like my mobile would deliver today, the day the delivery date is shown online, usually the day before. Sunaina's test was so bad, today she gave a better test than before on the basis of confidence. Rudra used to gasp when he went to exercise more, today he believed in his heart that something good would happen to him. So Rudra's stamina in the gym was boosted in an instant. Rohit had not dared to propose his crush for so long, but he dared to do so last night and this morning crush turned into his girlfriend. Triparna remained. For so long, the quarrel with the parents started from Triparna, which did not happen today. He always believed that his mother loved his brother more than him, so no matter how much she tried to love him, everything seemed fake. That same love has been sweet to him since this morning. If he had done the same thing today, the way he has been talking to his mother with a smile and embracing her since this morning, then there would never have been any violence against his brother. Her mother is the same as before. Only Triparna's faith has changed.
Do you understand how strong the faith thing is? Believing in yourself is the hardest thing in the world. If you believe that something good will happen to you, or that you can do what you could not do before, you can do it today; Then no power of the world can stop you. Beliefs scientifically cause an excess of hormones in our brain cells, which allows us to work harder and harder. Many have even overcome the deadly disease of faith. But to boost this confidence most people in the world take the help of another medium. Many wear the ring given to them by astrologers, the amulet given to them by their ancestors, or many great scientists go to church and pray. Neil Armstrong, who first set foot on the moon, believed in the Bible. Remember Shivram's story 'Birth of God'? Shivram Rose stumbled on a rock and threw it away. Many people worship that stone as a deity. At first Shivram smiled, but at the very end he also accepted the stone as a deity. Elf of luck is the same. Those who were smiling at first, are also sharing the picture after seeing the rest, hoping for something better to happen in life. Something good happened, but they didn't pay attention to it. After sharing the picture of the doll, they are looking at a few good moments and celebrating. Human psychology is such that we look at even the slightest bad event with a big eye, but ignore the good event. After sharing the photo, we are looking for the good things to come.
So those who are sharing pictures of elf of luck are not uneducated or superstitious, they are just expanding their faith. I see many doctors, engineers or people with PhD in physics sharing the picture. In the West, many well-educated people from Santa Claus before Christmas also want a wish. They are all uneducated, you are the only smart one, it can't be. Because education has nothing to do with confidence. An example of true self-confidence is Stephen Hawking. He could not speak, could not walk, could not get up from the chair, could not even shake his head. Despite this, one scientific discovery after another was made. That is why he scientifically denied the existence of God. He only gave priority to the infinite will of man. Where is our confidence? So those who are sharing the picture of the doll are doing it from a point of view and faith. They are not harming anyone, they are not arguing about religion, they are not having political debates. Just looking for a way to stay good. If they are good at it, don't stay. What's the harm?
But best of all, if you believe in the Elf of luck as much as you can do it yourself. It is very difficult, but not impossible. If you share a picture of the doll, you will have a good day, if you believe in yourself, every day will be better. After sharing the picture of the doll, even if something good happens in life, it seems like good news. You will notice that such good news comes every day, but we do not celebrate it. Don't pay attention to small achievements. Fate gives us opportunities every day, but we do not take advantage of those opportunities. We have an infinite amount of confidence inside us, but we don't let that confidence come out. Destiny is completely in our hands, no one can change that destiny except us. Yet we find a means. That medium can be a ring, amulet, amulet or even a picture of this sweet doll. Try to make yourself that medium. Something good is happening to you today, because you believe in something good. Elf of luck is none other than you. Yes you are this cute, sweet "Elf of Luck"
Thank you. ❤️
His smell
Amrita started running away from the rally. She wants to go back again and again with his face covered with a veil. Fear and shy eyes.
She gasped at one point while running. Standing on a corner of the road, she began to breathe loudly. People around the street are looking at him with great curiosity. The matter is quite embarrassing for Amrita. Suddenly a middle-aged woman approached him.
The lady's sweet gentle smiling face. He is wearing a very large tip on his forehead. He is wearing earthen ornaments with a little colored sari. The lady asked him,
"Why are you running like this in the middle of the road?"
Amrita does not answer.
The woman said, "I'm a human rights activist. I basically work for women's rights. You can tell me everything. No boy has given you any hints at the rally during the day. Just show me who the boy is and then I'll take care of it."
Amrita's eyes showed some fear. He said, "No, not something like that."
"But? Can you tell me what happened?"
Amrita suddenly grabbed his hand and begged, "Apa, can you give me a job? I don't know anything new in this town."
The woman glanced at him. Said, "How far have you studied?"
"I studied up to Inter Second Year. But I didn't give HSC."
"Does that mean metric side?"
He bowed his head and replied, "Yes."
"How do you cook?"
"Yes, I can."
The lady took him to her house. Tukitaki asked him some more questions on the way. Some personal questions were also resolved. However, Amrita did not give an answer.
Amrita has been seated on the sofa in the drawing room. The lady brought some food from the kitchen and passed it to him. Amrita asked as she put the food in her mouth,
"Apa, is there no one else in your house?"
The woman laughed and said, "No, your brother means my master too."
"Upper boy and girl?"
"I have a daughter. I sent her to Canada after her level exam."
"Oh well. Only two people stay at home."
The lady said, "Besides, I have a younger brother. He stays with us from time to time. Amrita hesitantly asked, "What would you say about my work?"
She smiled softly and said, "Come on Mrinmoy. I'll tell him I'll arrange a job for you. Stay with me for now.
Who is Mrinmay?
My brother. He has gone to Panchagarh for some work. When I return tomorrow, I will tell him about you.
At night the lady's husband Arshad Saheb came back. Amrita was sitting at the dining table then cutting cucumbers for salad. Arshad Saheb looked at her with a slightly crooked eye. He frowned and entered his room. He said to his wife in an annoyed tone,
Maria, have you caught a girl again? I saw you give me your sari again."
Maria said indifferently, "Yes, I brought it. I gave my sari. So? After pausing for a while, Arshad did not get any answer and said to himself, "The girl is beautiful, she has come from the village, she is unmarried, she is less educated. I got what Mrinmoy wanted."
"When will your brother come?"
"Tomorrow will be the day after tomorrow."
"Then your brother will catch a flaw. I know that."
"Hold on. You don't have to worry so much about Osbe."
Amrita did not even know the exact number of nights after which she was able to sleep peacefully.
Syed Raktim Mahmud is the only grandson of Nijhumpur MP Syed Osman Mahmud. Mr. Syed Osman's age has increased. So in his absence in the team, he has paid enough attention to ensure that his grandson's position is mature. Raktim Mahmud will be the next MP of Nijhumpur. But the grandson seems to have absolutely no idea about it. After passing from Chittagong University, he now wants to do PhD in Japan. He was supposed to distribute rice among the poor at home from this morning. But knowing that he has not woken up till now, Dada Osman Mahmud is in a state of despair.
Raktim's mother came and said to her father-in-law Osman, "Dad, the boy probably has a fever. If you could manage this day."
He got a little angry and said, "I do all this to increase his acquaintance in the area. And the boy is missing. I know him well and he is lying down with a fever. He has been rude like a father."
From the side, Ratan said softly, "If I get wet in the rain all night, I will have a fever."
Mr. Osman looked at Ratan. He asked with a questioning look, "What did Ray Ratan say?"
"Where's the one big fear?"
"Tell me."
"Little Sub Sara Wright doesn't stay home. The girl goes after Mainz. Thaikya Thaikya in town seems to be catching this bad habit."
"Really?"
"Yes, I am watching the wire even in the middle of the rain tomorrow. I don't know where to read a wedding. No one will vote on the wire once a bad word is spread in his name."
Saying this, Ratan looked back and saw Raktim standing at the door of his room looking at him with cold eyes. His cold anger in his eyes.
Ratan's body was found in his house in the morning. His severed head is lying next to the body. The eyes are saying something more than that. There is blood scattered all over the place. What a horrible death. Police SI Mehzabin Ira is present there. He was accompanied by a few other constables and forensic personnel. After collecting the evidence of the murder and sending the body for autopsy, he left for the house of MP Osman in the morning.
To be continued.
Thank you.
Angel Madhubala
Mom, I won't study anymore. I want to get married. After rehearsing for about six days, I said this to my mother in one breath. My eyes filled with tears when I heard that. Of course, I was ready for such a situation in my mind.
Oyani, are you crazy? No, my mother is not mad yet. But if I don't get married, this time I will be really mad. How big of a brazen girl do you tell your mother about your marriage?
What else can I do, mother? No one tells you about my marriage. So I told myself."
My mother came to me in silence for a while and whispered, "Oyani, do you like someone or not?
When I heard that, I felt like eating phukka for a while. My mother threatened me again.
Tell me, Ray Ray? Which boy did you line up with?
I restrained myself and said, "Naujubillah. Manaujubillah. Don't you know your daughter? And you know very well that only you and no one but the shopkeepers appreciate my appearance."
Then why did the ghost of marriage suddenly hit my head? People want to tell a story in this lockdown. Chatting on messenger is no longer good for playing ludo. And my ludo partner is less and less online these days." I bowed my head and said in a pleading tone.
Mother got angry again. "Do you understand the lack of people to tell your story? I will talk to you and your father. Sit down and play ludo with us."
Mom, please! Think about me!
In the afternoon, I saw that Mar had a discussion meeting with her father. The father said, "I understand everything. Where to find the son-in-law in this lock-down? And if he finds the son-in-law, even if he is found, he is not positive? I can't tell you before marriage.
The mother was also very worried and said, "Hmm. If the girl has a choice, either with her.
I ran for the opportunity and said, "Mom likes me one."
What do you mean? I told you a while ago that you don't have a love affair with anyone? No, no, that's not it. But Uncle, the shopkeeper downstairs, likes me. I'm willing to go to his house. No one is positive in their house. No one has come out since the lockdown.
Hearing this, the father became angry and left. The mother said, "Your daughter has a headache."
Mother said, "hey Ayani, you have come down so low! Boo boo boo. How can I show this face? Who will I show?"
I said, "Why, mother, what's the matter? What's the matter with going downstairs here? And even though I went downstairs, I only went down to the first floor." Does anyone else call her fair-skinned? Other shopkeepers, of course, but they don't know each other anymore. I don't see any problem when she becomes a bride in her house. The house is going to be in a state of disarray. The boy has also become a mess. There is no one to rule.
You know his son Ahn is a couple of years older than you? Yes, I say it because I know. Don't make the offer, mother. Would you be happy if that boy called you mother?
Naujubillah. Why would mother call me? Wife will call me wife. Uncle downstairs likes me as a girl. I got news from Ahn's brother's cousin Miller that Ahn's brother is also bored to play Pubji Ludo and Free Fire in Lock Down.
I have been sitting for a long time pretending to be my wife. Not finding a way, I started playing ludo on messenger again. The ludo match with my only ludo partner, an idiot named "Ignorant Boy", is quite frozen. Meanwhile, Ahn entered the room and started shouting happily, "Yes yes! Khaisi tora puka guti".
In Ludo, I stared at him without cutting the opponent's most valuable piece.
Ahn said, "Areh Ayani understood that I ate that food today. What did you eat?
Angel Madhubala's ripe cocoon. Areh Lock Down - that's my only ludo partner.
I looked at my own match and saw that my mature cocoon had eaten the ID of an ignorant boy. I looked at Ahn and said, Are you an ignorant boy? Yeah. That's a fake ID for playing ludo.
After a while, he said to his head hair, How do you know one second one second? I just play ludo with Angel Madhubala. I smiled and said, Don't you understand yet? I am your Angel Madhubala.
Thank you.
Dark and ghost
Everyone said there was something ghostly. I didn't really believe it was there. There was a chalta garden a little away from our house. There were many chalta trees there. It is still there. The place was pitch dark. Everyone was afraid to go there even during the day. No one would go there.
We girlfriends used to go out every day at dawn to pick up the big ones. The one who could wake up before me and my girlfriends used to own the seven ripe big ones lying on the trees.
Whenever I went to pick up the big ones, I noticed that there were a lot of people crying.
The same situation every day.
Whenever I go to pick up the big one, who cries. I don't go to see who cries anymore.
When I grow up, I leave with a big one, or if I don't get one, I leave without a big one.
I would have been happy if I had grown up. I would have come home and given it to everyone.
Growing up became a hobby.
Before going to sleep, I would tell my mother, "Mom, call me in the morning. I will go to pick up the big one."
Don't call me mother. If I didn't call, I would get up in the morning and start crying, and I would say that today they will take a big gula.
I used to try to get up early because my mother didn't call me and I used to go to pick up big ones.
I wouldn't listen even if my mother forbade it.
When I went to pick a big one that day, I saw that there was no big one under the tree. My mind became very bad.
But what happened today? I didn't get any? I'm very upset. I'm going back home,
Suddenly there is the sound of crying again. Someone is crying. The man is crying in so many pairs, no one has come to comfort the man.
Today I thought, I will go and see who cries and shouts like that every day.
I am slowly moving towards the chalta trees. The sound of crying is increasing more and more. As I went, I went to the inner boundary of the chalta trees.
I went and saw that it was pitch dark. Someone was sitting in a place in this darkness and crying. I went to him slowly. I saw him sitting and crying with his head down. As soon as I approached, he raised his head. I saw a girl. They are random. I think I haven't touched my hair for a long time. I am wearing a white shirt.
I asked him,
-What happened to you? Why do you cry like this every day? And why are you sitting here alone in this darkness? Don't you know that no one comes here?
- Why did you come then?
-Amito came to hear your cries. Every day when I come to the big garbage, I see the sound of crying comes from here. And who cries in pairs.
- Aren't you afraid to come here?
- No! I'm not a brave girl? And now you are. My older sister. Why should I be afraid?
- Get out of here. This place is not good.
- No, I'm not going. Why do you cry?
- Go ahead.
- No, no, I'm not going. Tell me first, why are you crying?
- No, you won't go, will you?
- Not at all sister. I will not go without hearing. Then he gave me a "gone". Shouted and gave a threat. And I fell to the ground.
To be continued.
Obscure man
How will Chitra break up the marriage at this stage? What else to tell everyone?She could not stop crying even after hundreds of attempts to press her lips. The girls next to him came and pushed and said. What happened to Chitra? Who called, and why are you crying?
Chitra immediately moved and tried to hide her tears. Hey, a friend of mine from school called me, after a long time I got a little emotional.
Just then Chitra noticed on the phone screen that the call had just ended. He has not noticed this for so long.
Chitra doesn't even have the island number. Outfits are still running around, Chitra's parents are very busy. What will he say to whom in this situation?
At exactly 5 minutes later, Chitra got up when she saw her cousin Chaiti entering Chitra's room. Because he used to close his eyes and share everything with this man.
He has been married to Chaiti for two years and is three years older. Before Chaiti's marriage, Chaiti and Chitra lived together all the time and shared each other's happiness and sorrows.
Chaiti came and looked at Chitra and said, are you upset that Kiri will leave tomorrow?
Sit down sister, you actually had something to say. Don't tell everyone here to go out a little?Chaiti then told those who were here to wait outside for a while.
And everyone left as he said. Meanwhile, Chitra's chest is shaking, how can he say the words! He also started saying in a trembling voice ..
A few days ago, I went to a restaurant with my girlfriend Rahi and saw the island with a girl. The girl called me a while ago and told me that there was a love affair between the two of them, that I should break up the marriage. You tell me what to do sister? Nothing is working in my head. On the one hand, there will be unrest in my family, on the other hand, my next future! I don't understand how reasonable it is to set foot in such an uncertain life. Please find a way.
Chaiti herself became an idiot because of Chitra's restless mind. Chaiti can't think what to do now. He walked around the room for a long time, rubbing his forehead with his hands and circling the room six or seven times. Then he said ..
Why did the girl tell you to break up the marriage? If the girl really has a relationship with the island, then the island would not marry.
Apu is having trouble with the girl on the island, and if it is right, they will get married. He also hinted at what would happen to me then.
Hey listen, did you think it could be such a difficult problem? For which the island is getting married at the will of the family without paying attention to the girl's words! Certainly complex noise. And after marriage, most of the boys forget what was meant by relationship, one day or two and then all will be fine InshaAllah!
Chitra looked at Chaiti with clear eyes and said,
Apu, are you also telling me to get married in this situation?
Then Chaiti turned her hand on Chitra's head and said softly.
Look sister, uncle is a primary school teacher, the salary he gets from the government ends every month. How much money did you borrow for your wedding? All the expenses have already been made, which has bought everything! Can you imagine what would happen to him if he heard such a thing in this situation? Look, sister, we can't talk about fate. Even after 5 years of love and marriage, but in 15 days, everything was ruined. How many ages have passed since she suddenly got married to a stranger. I do not know what is in your destiny, but you have never gone astray, see that nothing bad will happen to you.
Chitra is looking at Chaiti. And he really thinks that in this situation he can not say such a thing in front of his father. Maybe hearing this will make him sick.
Chitra decided not to break up the marriage on her behalf. And the family of the island is marrying him by choice, they will take the responsibility if anything happens next
Yellow on the body, wearing henna, dance songs so far that day has passed.
**Wedding day**
Chitra is just crying wherever she looks. How can he leave this familiar abode and live in an unfamiliar house, with unfamiliar people? Maybe he won't wake up in the morning because of his mother's reprimand. There will be no quarrel with his sister about sharing every day. All the more unknown reasons are making him cry!
Just before the wedding, when she was dressed in her favorite dark brown sari, she sat in front of the mirror.
Then Chitra could not look back at herself. Tears are glistening in his eyes!
Ah! How many times has Chitra thought about this moment in her life, how will she feel like a wife! It would have been so exciting to think about it, but today everything seems so bersik?
Chitra turned around in front of the mirror. Looking around at the camera, he has to smile despite being asked. Heavy pain inside and laughter outside! And he can not stand!
After a while, the teaching of marriage was completed.
Then rushed around to say goodbye. I know why Chitra thinks it would be better to get out of here and run away somewhere.
So uncomfortable, so bad she can't take it. The throbbing in his chest is only increasing.
But he is helpless, Chitra felt the pain in her chest lightly as she started crying loudly on the way out. When she stopped crying and regained consciousness, she found herself in someone's arms. A smile of intoxication on his face, the whole body of Chitra was shocked when he looked up, Island!
Yeah Al that sounds pretty crap to me, Looks like BT aint for me either, Looks like BT aint for me either.
Chitra moved her hand away from the island and sat back in the side seat. Dwip looked at him in a low voice and said ..
You weren't conscious so I was holding on, or I would have shaken the car and made my nose and ears blunt.
Unknowingly, Chitra smiled when she heard about the island. But that was for a moment, then Chitra remembered everything that had happened behind her back. He does not know what will happen to him next.
Chitra was taken to the island room around 11 pm. Seeing so many decorations around Chitra, I thought it was the living room? But to him it seems like a morgue at this time.
He was tired from the hustle and bustle of the day, he was going to sit on the bed when the sound of the island's voice came from behind. Chitra was not ready to listen then.
To be continued..
Simple marriage
Today is Mr. Sobhan's second marriage. The second marriage is not as pompous as the first marriage of a man. The same has happened in the case of Mr. Sobhan. There is no rosary in marriage, there is no music, simple marriage!
Tarin, of course, wanted her father's wedding to be very organized. Let the people fill the house at the wedding. Along with Sanai Bazar, yellow flies on my cousin. Let Tarin's two younger brothers and sisters 'Raudra' and 'Rodela' run around in joy. The responsibility that she had hoped to fulfill as the eldest daughter was no longer fulfilled.
Mr. Sobhan has been serious since morning on the wedding day. Never before had he been seen to be so serious. He used to smile with open mind when his first wife Shahnaz was alive. The sound of laughter could be heard from the tea shop in front of the house. In the morning, he would read the important news of the newspaper aloud to everyone in the house. He used to invite his relatives to a big market on Fridays. Now he doesn't smile anymore, he doesn't talk without need. Suddenly he called his eldest daughter 'Taru' and 'Taru' and didn't say like before, "Mamuni, if you don't have any work, give me a cup of tea!"
Beautiful times have become beautiful, days have changed. One year and two months have passed since the death of Shahnaz Begum. Mr. Sobhan also forgot his wife's grief and agreed to a second marriage.
Tarin darkened her eyes today. She gave a light pink lipstick on her lips. He did the same today as he used to do when he went home to get married. Whether it is his father's marriage, what does it matter? He opened the drawer of the cupboard and pulled out his mother's small earrings. The green shawl was wrapped around her body with her mother's favorite black sari. Now the smell of mother's body is slowly coming to her nose.
The clarinet is playing outside. Who gave the news to the people of Sanai? There is no doubt that Tarin's uncle has done this. Maj. Fufu is a cheerful, funny man. The level of her humor is so intense that on the second day of her husband's death, she was seen laughing with her neighbors. But Tarin doesn't know how true that is. Today is my cousin's wedding.
Mild winter of Ashwin month. But it is raining drizzle like the month of Ashar. A storm is raging inside Tarin's heart. At that moment, he came out of the house and said, "Uncle Baba has come with his wife or not?"
My uncle said, "Wow! Tarin, you look so beautiful. Why didn't you put a tip on your forehead? You wore a red tip with a black sari."
Tarin laughed and said, "Why is my uncle just playing the clarinet? Where's the band party?"
My uncle said in an encouraging voice, "I like that you accept everything so easily, Tarin. If there was any other girl in your place, I would have quarreled with my uncles and aunts. I would have spit on my father."
"The one whose life is over is gone, uncle. That is why life will not stop. A father is a man who needs peace both mentally and physically."
My uncle looked at Tarin with a yes and said, "I think you have grown up all of a sudden, Tarin. How old are you now?"
"The fifteenth of September will be nineteen years old."
"As soon as Raudra and Rodela adopt 'Nilima', I will see a good boy for you too."
"Do you understand our new mother's name, Nilima?"
"Yes."
"Beautiful name. Our old mother's name was 'Shahnaz'. Old mother's old day name. New mother's name is also new." - He smiled strangely.
Mr. Sobhan's wedding car drove away in the middle of his aunt's talk with Tarin. Tarin once looked at her father's wedding car and kept an eye on her mother's graveyard in the distance. His eyes widened.
After 'Neelima Begum' became a wife, Tarin stopped talking to her father unnecessarily. He did not remember when he had said anything other than the money for the semester of the varsity. Although time has passed, she is unable to give her pregnant mother's place to anyone else. When Raudra and Rodela call each other Ammu, her whole body goes into a trance. Rodela is one year younger than Raudra and Tarin is nine years older than Raudra. Shahnaz Begum has been ill since the birth of Rodella. There was no disease left that did not take up residence in his body. He used to go to school with small children in that sick body, from there he would take them to study with a private tutor. When he came home, he used to do all the chores including cooking.
Tarin has been a girl of bad temper and lazy nature since childhood. Sometimes it was very difficult for him to pour a glass of water. I would go to college without breakfast in the morning. Twelve-one would play while eating dinner. Shahnaz Begum used to ask her eldest daughter to take care of her body due to her sick throat, she used to ask her brothers and sisters to inquire about their studies, she used to ask them to do small chores in the house. He never listened to that seriously!
But today he can do everything alone. He has been bringing Rodela and Raudra to school for a year.
To be continued..
The White Hat
[Note- This content I made from my own imagine, not true at all]
Monday, April 23, 2018. President D T's Outlook Mail has been receiving repeated notifications, but he is unable to do so due to an emergency conference. As soon as the conference was over, her youngest daughter's call came true. As soon as he finished talking, he looked at the mobile screen and got a little frightened. Because a few messages with red icons are a little scary in Outlook mail. If the subject of the messages is the same, the titles are different. The messages are like this, you lost 3 satelite && 4 Atomic bombs access control. As soon as he saw the messages, D T called the head satellite control room. No one in the control room realized they had lost access. They refreshed their session as soon as they received Trump's call. At the same time, CCTV footage of their own rooms started playing on every computer. All that remains is to understand how much damage they are going to face in the future. Within the next two days, they were preparing to launch a secret mission. The mission is that S K will detonate an atomic bomb. But the blame lies with S Kns, as D T is expected to sign an agreement with South Korean President M J-in. The agreement was to stay with America in all circumstances. But Moon later denied it. They have been keeping a close eye on South Korea via satellite for a long time. They have tracked the location of the latest atomic bomb set by the Koreans. T wanted them to blast that bomb with their bombs. By blasting their own bombs under the ground, they will also blast them, so that no one will suspect America. Everyone will think they have been destroyed by their own bombs. But before that they lost that bomb and satellite access. The call was immediately made from the control room to the security team at the California office. Instructed to find out the hacker information as soon as possible. They checked the IP with which the server was accessed and found an unknown IP. After tracking with the IP tracking app, I found out its location was tracked again by France to confirm, but this time I saw its location in Switzerland. Thus, every time the truck was randomly showing the location of different countries. The American security team went after a lot of great tension. They created a more powerful location tracker app. This time they were able to find out the exact location of the IP address. It has been hacked from Bangladesh. This time they hired a killer with 6s32z ID from Deep Web and ordered to kill the victim and send his victim's PC to the American security team. The next day the killer with 6s32z ID entered the soil of Bangladesh. According to the IP address, the killer was heading towards a hill in Khagrachari. This time he saw the location of the victim in the microcomputer set by hand, the location of the victim is only a few meters different from the location of the killer. The killer saw a man sitting on the hill with a laptop. The killer did not understand that this was the target. Without a moment's delay, he pulled out a pistol and fired it at the victim's head with his skilled hand. Some blood spilled on the laptop. The victim's body, on the other hand, went to the forest below the hill. The killer climbed the hill and looked down to confirm whether the victim was dead. He then packed the victim's laptop and sent it to the American security team. The American security team checked the laptop and found all their hacked data. Everything was fine. Exactly two days later they decided to bomb according to their plan. And they rotate the face of their bomb along the face of the South Korean bomb according to location
Did. Then they press the action switch. If all goes well, South Korea is doomed in two minutes. They waited. At exactly one minute and forty-five seconds, everyone in the control room held the table tightly because there was going to be a terrible earthquake all over the world. But after three minutes they did not feel any tremors. He looked at the computer monitor and saw that their own atomic bomb had exploded, but not in South Korea. Then, for some unknown reason, the water level in the Atlantic Ocean has risen to about a few feet. And no one cared what was at the root of all this. In fact, the hacker Robin of Bangladesh has a hand behind all this. Robin is the director of the Dark Web's Russian cyber security team. Suddenly he finds a bug on the American Satellite Control website. With that bug he accesses all the controls of 3 satellites from the whole system.
He later learned that there was a conspiracy against South Korea, so he decided to save South Korea and do no harm to the United States. So he hacked 4 atomic bomb controller systems. Then when the American security team created a powerful IP tracker app, he deliberately displayed his IP. Then he puts his laptop on a hill and puts a man-made statue of rubber in a chair with fake blood inside. And the statue was placed on the edge so that it goes after a little push. Earlier, he had copied all the information from his laptop. Then he just made a change to the American controller system. That is, he set the location of the Atlantic Ocean in place of the location of the South Korean atomic bomb. As a result, it exploded in the Atlantic Ocean, not in South Korea. Thus, many Bangladeshi intellectuals have been helping them without anyone's knowledge. Even then Bangladeshis are neglected.
[Note- It's just my imagined story. Not true at all. I hope that, Bangladesh will be intelligence like others]
Thank you.
A muslim girl's thoughts
**(Note: Please don't give any other explanation for this article. My article is responsible for the rape of a woman's dress, not related. I have only highlighted the thoughts of a Muslim woman from religious values.)**
One thing that catches the eye on Facebook these days is that countless women become vocal against the veil of women. I just can't support it. They may want to promote it as the development of a progressive mindset or establish themselves as feminists. (I don't mean veil, I mean modest clothing - which people of all walks of life can look at easily if they are wearing it.) A little backward backdated !!! And sad but true, women have more of this mentality than men! They call themselves ultra-modern! Progressive! Educated! Feminist! Think. Maybe they think, to cover the body of a woman, to cover the head means to completely cover the feeling / intellect / consideration of a woman !!! That is, as soon as the body is hidden, the woman will be forced to hide her freedom, education, awareness, happiness - everything! Is that really so?
A few days ago a picture went very viral on Facebook. A Muslim woman wearing a sari without a blouse, wearing a vermilion tip made a harsh remark about a woman wearing a burqa to prove herself a feminist / defendant. Many people also made many comments for and against this woman. Anyway I have no interest in him. Because there are countless women who try to prove their independence by tarnishing their own true honor! Many do so even though they are highly educated. But it is true, there is no conflict between a woman to move forward with decency. Even after a modest dress, one can reach the pinnacle of success. Of course, the interpretation of polite clothing is different for each person! It depends on the individual's point of view. I would say that there is a lot involved in a person's family education, religious values or lack of religious values. From childhood onwards, the way or the environment in which he grows up, the influence of that environment and his mentality plays a role in creating a lot. Otherwise, how can a very open dress for someone be decent in his eyes, a tight dress for someone, a torn dress for someone reach the level of decency? Due to its own tastes, the pattern of taste may change! That day in the elevator of the apartment I saw a (good health) girl wearing very tight jeans and skin tight ripped three quarter jeans, and a girl aged 18/20 and an old gentleman got up from the floor. The girl is wearing a salwar kameez. Then the girl next to me, the girl in the salwar kameez, looked comfortable to me. Since you can't look in the mirror around the elevator, you can see it.
I was talking about the attitude towards clothes in general. So there are a lot of families and women who have a decent dress - which at least everyone can look at when they go out on the street later. No uncomfortable gaze will surround him. Yeah Al that sounds pretty crap to me, Looks like BT aint for me either. Those boys / men are nothing but deranged, mentally ill ..... they are poisonous insects for the society. Strict laws are needed to destroy them.
Yes, feminists can say that no one is safe, from the youngest 5-year-old to the 80-year-old. Or women covering their bodies are also being subjected to many humiliations. True but relatively low. If someone shows his body openly and thinks that no one on the street will pay special attention to him, it seems wrong (in Bangladesh). Because in the context of our country, people are not accustomed to seeing it all the time. Due to religious reasons, there is no room for such generosity of attitude (as if no one agrees) otherwise due to lack of good education, most boys / men cannot easily accept or digest it. Visual protection applies to both men and women. But women should also have a role to play in earning respect. The comparison of our country with the developed world is inconsistent here. Because the law there is much stricter and stronger. Open dress is not forbidden for their religion. Since birth, all children have no curiosity about women's bodies when they see them openly. Moreover, there is no need for anyone to do anything for the free freedom of association of men and women. But Islam is very strict in this regard. This restriction is designed to protect and honor women / to protect women from the evil eye of man.
You see, the physical constitution of a man and a woman is completely different. A man can walk on the streets at three o'clock in the night (in Bangladesh) but no matter how educated, modern, brave a woman is, why can she walk alone at three o'clock at night? No matter what is said against it, it is an absolute fact that women are not equal to men because of their physical constitution. It is also mentioned in the Qur'an. Now if someone tells me, am I not a believer in women's freedom? Of course, it must be a believer, but it must be worthy of respect and honor from others. Why in our religion women are not barred from getting education. Even Bibi Khadija (R) used to do business. So women are not tied to outside work. But it must be through the veil and decency. At the same time, men also need to change their mentality / attitude. Among them, religious values, education to respect women should be inculcated in them from a very young age. For this, a healthy, conscious environment of the family is needed first of all. Inspirational good stories / essays with emphasis on respect for women / religious values / humanity / manners, manners / ethics in schools from class one to class ten should be included in the curriculum in every class - so that a boy inculcates in the child's mind from infancy that women This does not mean just throwing obscene glances. Women mean, mother, sister, wife, daughter - everyone has people in this relationship at home. So it is everyone's moral duty to respect them.
I sincerely want women's education, awareness, respect. Let them move forward in self-glory but do not want to belittle women because they want to be equal to men or want equal rights. Equal rights can never be achieved by shouting slogans. It is not an equal right - one has to acquire one's right from one's family - society - country and for that one needs one's strong will, strong personality, being educated in the right way, intelligence and awareness. A woman has the right to be respected in all fields. For this, each section has its own responsibilities. But not supporting women's aggression, women's beauty, strength, everything is hidden in women's decency - this mentality attracts me more. You can say that it affects a lot more.
Thank you.
Obscure man!
Chitra was stunned for a moment when she saw her future husband hanging out with another girl. Her future husband Dwip is sitting at a table hidden from the crowd in the restaurant and a girl whom Chitra does not know is sitting next to him.
If it weren't for this washroom here, maybe today's scene wouldn't have been seen in Figure 6
The girl is repeatedly touching the island's cheeks and hands. The girl is probably trying to explain something to the island, but the island is in a state of disarray.
Chitra got married to Dwip only four days later, but today she could not imagine seeing the man of her hundred dreams with another like this.
He had thought a lot about this unknown man in these few days!
Before the island could be seen and understood, Chitra ran away, dragged her friend Rahi by the hand and walked out. Bhagya sat Rahi on the table and Chitra went to the washroom, otherwise the scene would have fallen in front of Rahi today. And Rahi would undoubtedly recognize the island because he saw her in the picture.
Rahi didn't understand anything about dragging Chitra like this, he let go of his hand and sighed.
Why did you come out in such a hurry? What is the point of taking me to this restaurant to give me a treat but to come from the washroom and pull me out of the chair so much? Janice is hurting my hand to catch it like this.
Chitra was a little shocked, looked at Rahi's hand and said ..
I didn't understand your hand would hurt. In fact, I saw my brother Rifat here. If I come home to the restaurant like this before the wedding, the fight will start. I have just come to deliver wedding cards to a few people. Let's go somewhere else.
Rahi shook his head as Chitra said. He put Rahi in a cafe and fed her whatever he wanted, because Rahi is his only friend at the university who is always by his side. Chitra was disturbed when he heard that it was the date of marriage and asked her to give him a treat before marriage.
Meanwhile, even though he used it normally in front of Rahi, the inside of the picture is burning. Can't even tell that to Rahi, can't stand it again What to say, he saw his future son-in-law with another girl a little while ago. Rahi will have a face to say it?
Rahi may have noticed the sudden distraction in the picture but did not understand the reason. Thought he might start a new life in a few days, maybe feeling a little uncomfortable. The two of them did not talk anymore.
When Chitra returned home in the afternoon, she first looked at the picture of the island floating on the wallpaper of her mobile phone, with tears streaming down her cheeks. She cried out loud, why was that happening to her! Repeatedly blaming fate. Moreover, there is nothing else to do.
So far there has been no talk through social media of Chitra and the island during the marriage talks. The only difference between the two is in coming to see and wearing the ring. And the pictures of the island were on Chitra's mother's phone through Ghatak before she came to see Chitra.
The day after her date, her younger sister, showed her mother a picture of the island on her wallpaper. Then Chitra did not have to read in shame. Thinking about all this, Chitra's crying speed is getting more intense.
Then Chitra wonders if her family should be informed about this island? But how to tell, how much hustle and bustle around this moment for her wedding, almost all the relatives have been invited. How much money did his father borrow from the bank? Whether it is a cow or not. If Chitra's father knows this at the moment, he can't stand it. Thinking about all this, he seemed to be becoming more restless. Somehow he understood what he should do now.
Two days passed like this, Chitra thought of the yellow ones on her face the day before, today at least give a little hint to my mother. Otherwise, if something happens after marriage, he will say why I didn't tell him before.
Chitra slowly went to her mother's room and sat down.
As soon as he saved a book, his mother brought the phone and held it in front of Chitra's eyes.
Look, they bought a dark brown sari, just like you wanted. I told Ghatak. And see how well they have bought a sari of good design, won't you like it very much?
Chitra looked at the sari, there was no curious look in her eyes today, but before that she wanted to hear anything about the island house even if she was hiding. Even on the day she sent the picture of her ring, Chitra was anxious to see it. Every moment he was imagining her, he always felt that he felt the man he wanted so much, from the other side he might think the same way and be obsessed with him.
But just two days ago, all the thoughts, thoughts, hopes, beliefs, hopes, dreams of Chitra have been shattered.
He no longer has that thought in his mind, now only fear and despair. Can't get married comfortably, and can't break up.
That day also passed like this. In the evening of yellow on the face. Chitra has just bathed in yellow and is sitting to dry her hair. At that time his phone ringtone.
Although it was an unknown number, he received it, but did not speak at first. The next time he heard it was a girl's voice, he asked.
Who says?
You don't know me, my name is Athai. The lover of the person you are getting married to ৷ We have a full 5 year relationship. I have a problem with the island, so he is not willing to break up the marriage as I said. But it will be over soon. And then complete darkness will come down in your life. Because we will get married. So it would be better to break this marriage on your behalf, mine and yours too! I hope you understand the matter
Chitra's lips are trying to say something but no, there is no sound coming out of it.
He is being asked from his side who called, who called! Chitra doesn't even have the condition to look at them. The heart is repeatedly twisted. How he lost the power to hold the phone. How will Chitra break up the marriage at this stage? What to tell everyone?
To be continued..
Why!
Like every day, Rose left home for college. Waiting for the best friend, no name yet. I'm standing on the street feeling bad. People are looking at the dab, dab feeling very uncomfortable.
If you stand on the street with your hair open and your eyes closed, you will notice. The girl should not show the human form to anyone other than her relatives. There is still time to control yourself. I look back and see the boy with the bike. Well, you have no work to eat, why do you follow us all the time?
Wonder where I will follow you?
Moreover, the road is a public place where anyone can stand.
I understood that, so you will see the girls in this way, khutiye khutiye?. Saying this, I started walking by myself. I am very scared why Aditi did not come today?
What's the matter, you're so scared to leave alone without a best friend today? Where did you get so much courage?
Listen to this, don't you blow your nose at me?
After a heated argument with the boy, I went to college alone. I was surprised to reach the college! Aditi has left me. This is the fastest college coming without me in two years. I didn't talk to him in anger for two whole hours.
Sorry Abani Dhost will not be like that. I know you are very angry with me. Sorry, don't measure me. And it will not happen. I am leaving with my cousin and husband.
You don't have to pretend anymore. You know how big of a problem I was in today. Everything happened to you.
I told him everything.
No tension. I'm not. The next day the boy is standing in the same place. Aditi angrily went to the boy. What he thinks will kill him today. Later I saw him talking in a very normal mood.
You do not understand the year? I showed so much mood and Eli came back in a cold mood.
He got on the rickshaw and gave me a diary and notes. I like you for a long time. I didn't have a chance to say. And I can't sort out the letter on how to write it. I love you Will be waiting for your answer - (Akash) The name is as sweet as seeing the first boy today. I was surprised to open the diary and write a poem so beautifully.
Did Kiri fall in love with these?
Why did you go to get these from an unknown person?
It's time to leave Nakamu, go home and think coldly and reply.
I called Aditi at night. What do you say dhosta? Listen, you and I will love the girl. What will you do Listen carefully, the boy is very good. So there is no reason to worry.
How do you know so much?
I don't want any harm to you. I found out by putting people.
The next day I gave a note to Akash. That I agree to his proposal. But I have some conditions. When I, then, can not be bothered. Rarely seen, and not standing in the street to talk. Accepted all my conditions. From then on, I used to talk to him on the phone for 5 minutes every day. And letters were exchanged. I did not have a personal phone. Aditi is the witness of the whole of our relationship. I would take him somewhere to meet Akash. For this, Akash never told me that you will come alone. I can't really talk to you about him. I liked this very much. Then I h. S. I passed C and got admitted in a private college, Aditi also with me. So, personal phone also joins. The two of us used to go to college from home. Meanwhile, Akash is also doing business after finishing his studies. Our relationship was going well. I used to lose my eyesight. Loved it so much. When our relationship turned 3 years old. Akash told me that in a few days I will send a marriage proposal to your house. Why are you in such a hurry? Am I going somewhere?
I know why I think I'll lose you? I am very scared.
Well what would you do if I got lost?
What, upside down, are you talking backwards?. Or if you are crazy?
One last word? Will you meet me tomorrow ?.
Why are you talking like this? Ok i will try
I went to see him the next day. Aditi and I.
I have never seen Akash so upset before. Her eyes are red.
I have brought red Benarsi for you. Pick up the pick at night. I really wanted to see how you feel in Red, Benares.
If you go crazy, do things like that sometimes. I don't understand you.
When he came, he held my hands and said again and again, he will be fine and take care of himself. His eyes are red. Tears came to my eyes. Come home, close the door and read the sari,
I am standing in front of the mirror. I feel like a wife. I took selfies as I wished and then sent them to Akash. Why didn't you reply when I saw the pics at 12 o'clock at night. I saw his mobile off with the call. At the same time my tension increased more. I can't sleep at all.
The soul is fidgeting. At that moment the calling bell rang.
I can meet Aunty Abner. What is the need for so many nights ?. I will talk to him a little.
You go to his room.
What, Ray, are you so late? Say something?
First you calm down a little. Dad said Akash Bhaiya had an accident.
What are you talking about ?. It can't be. Now I will go to him.
You, calm down a little. Now if you cry, you will know everything. Taken to medical, very critical condition.
I cried all night, too. What will happen to me if there is something in the sky. I asked Allah a lot so that he would get well. My parents are crying when they see me crying. Aditi is saying everything openly. I am looking at the diary, letter and gift given by her all night. I remember the moments and memories spent with her again and again. He almost told me, after marriage I will go to Cox's Bazar for honeymoon with you. And I want four sons and a daughter. I used to laugh when I heard her talk. She is not married yet and you are gone as a child. Today, I remember every word of her. I feel very helpless.
Two news came at night, Akash is no longer alive. He could not be saved for blood transfusion of his brain. After hearing my condition, Akash's father and mother went to see him. Their only son, they came to me and explained a lot. Look, mother, we lost our son, lost ourselves. There is no language to comfort you.
Then slowly, slowly I recovered. I could not forget the sky or the memory of the sky. I still see the sky in my sleep. I will ask Bidhata why she did this to me.
Truth events
**I have highlighted the ultimate true story of Aputi's life in my writing Why such destiny? Why do good people suffer when they leave like this? Why are the rules of the world so miserable?**
Revenge
Sonia wakes up in the middle of the night after a nightmare for a few days. A man's head wanders around the whole dream. As soon as she came in the dream, Sonia's body started sweating, slowly that sweat came to zero temperature and the body cooled down. That's when Sonia woke up.
When the severed head came very close, in a dream, her throat became dry and she stopped breathing. She tried to call her husband Rubel, who was lying nearby, but failed, but Sonia did not utter a word. When the severed head came right in front of his face, he smiled terribly at that half-melted lip; Sonia's heartbeat increased temporarily and in a moment she became completely numb again. It is very difficult to breathe, if you can't breathe with full chest, maybe Sonia will die right now.
She sat up and looked around the room with frightened eyes in the soft light of the egg-light. The swaying curtains of the windows in the light air seem intangible, ghostly. Pouring water from a jug placed on the table next to the bed into a glass dries and soaks the wooden throat. He was relieved to see Rubel's sleeping face beside him.
Sonia did not say that she would tell Rubel about this many times. But such a dream cannot be a normal thing every day, how much discomfort has engulfed Sonia. Sometimes Sonia feels the cold touch of someone in the middle of the night, this touch cannot be any living creature. The sound of the wind blowing against the window grill seems to be whispering to someone, it seems that someone is watching Sonia for twenty four hours. A girl's head is cut off, always floating upside down in the air, and her long hair falls to the ground. After a few more days like this -
One night Sonia woke up from that nightmare. The light of the full moon came into the room through a light gap in the window and sent the light as if the moon was calling Sonia to enjoy her beauty. Fascinated, Sonia stepped forward and stood at the window, slowly opening the window and looking at the moon in fascination. What a wonderful world this night is enchanting, how fascinating it is, those who are addicted to seeing the world at night are nocturnal, they want to wake up at night and drown in the magic of the night -
Sonia was very surprised to see the bud tree in one corner of the yard. Sonia sniffed the smell of laughter in the light air, Sonia has no worldly thoughts in her mind at this moment, as if she is now a resident of another world. At this moment Sonia has no fear in her mind, she is just curious about this magical silence of the night.
Sonia opened the door of the house and quietly came down to the yard. As she passed by the Hasnahena tree, she noticed two snakes wrapped around Hasnahena's branches. Sonia pressed her feet and came to the side of Hasnahena tree, plucked some flowers and smiled. The two snakes are looking at Sonia, as if they are welcoming a new partner to enjoy the beauty of the night.
This time he came to the ghat of the sun-paved pond and sat soaking his feet in the water. He himself does not know what is happening with Sonia! It seems that his body has been subdued by someone else. Maybe Sonia's conscious-subconscious mind is fast asleep in the room, some ghost or incorporeal is moving around with the body.
Sonia comes to their new home with her husband after a few years of marriage. Those who were in this house suddenly sell the house and move elsewhere. Bought at a very cheap price. Many big houses, huge ponds in front of the house, have turned into bushes and forests in the back. Only Sonia and her husband Rubel live in such a big house.
Sonia's body became heavy as soon as she set foot in this house on the first day, all the hairs of her body were cut off, she could not tell Rubel even though the house did not look good, because Rubel was very happy to buy the house. Anyway, at least I didn't go down without explaining myself first.
Sonia is sitting on the pond and watching the moon and clouds playing hide and seek and smiling. Suddenly Sonia stood up and walked straight under the budding tree. The flowers are shining in the moonlight. A garland of buds swaying in a gentle breeze on a branch near the hand. As Sonia reached out and grabbed the garland, the garland turned into a man's severed head and giggled. Sonia was surprised and asked, - Who are you?
: I am Mayawati.
: You have a head but why not a body?
Mayawati said, - That is a long story, let's go with me, I will tell that story.
Suddenly Sonia regained her senses, saw Mayawati's head floating in the air in front of her eyes and Sonia shouted in fear, - I will not go with you.
As soon as she said that, Mayawati grabbed Sonia's body with her long hair. As soon as Sonia's scream reached Rubel's ear, Rubel vomited and fell down from the bed.
It will continue..
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