Mountains or the Sea — Which One Do You Prefer?
*“Just across the line — the hills of Meghalaya. Grateful that vision isn’t bound by borders.”*
I’ve heard this question many times:
"Do you prefer mountains or the sea?"
And honestly, I used to wonder too — which one would I choose? But back then, I had never seen either in real life. So, I had no answer.
Just a few days ago, I saw mountains for the very first time. I explored the hills and waterfalls within Bangladesh — I went close, I felt them. The sound of the river, the touch of the breeze, the rhythm of nature — none of it can be felt through a camera screen.
But what truly stirred my soul was something I couldn’t even touch. From a distance, I saw the towering hills of Meghalaya, with white thread-like waterfalls cascading down their green slopes. It was breathtaking — and yet, somehow, it made my heart thirst for more.
I stood near the Bangladesh–India border, watching those hills so closely, yet knowing I couldn’t cross over. I couldn't touch them. I couldn’t climb them.
But thankfully, our eyes have no borders.
And sometimes, seeing something deeply is just as powerful as touching it.
So,Mountains or the sea, which one touches your heart more?
Tell me in the comments! 💬
I recently went on my departmental tour and saw mountains, waterfalls, and a rocky river for the first time. It was a dream come true — I had so much fun!
But on the second day, I started feeling sick. While returning, I got viral fever and now I’m still unwell.
I was so excited to write about this trip, but I don’t have the strength right now. Please pray for my quick recovery. Can’t wait to share the full story soon. 🌿💧
Just before the school bell was about to ring, little children were waiting—restless, wondering why the bell hadn’t gone off yet.
Suddenly, a training aircraft crashed into the school building in Bangladesh—Milestone School & College, Dhaka.
Explosion! Fire! Screams everywhere!
Can you imagine?
Some died on the spot,
Some ran with burning bodies…
Little boys and girls…
Please pray for them.
May Allah give peace to their souls, and patience to their parents.
🕒 It’s 3:00 AM... finally feeling sleepy.
Just had my Tulsi tea — so calming. 🌿
Time to close my eyes and rest.
Good night, or maybe... good early morning? 😴✨
#TulsiTea #LateNightVibes #ReadCash #GoodNight
"It's 3:40 AM, and I still can't sleep. 😭
May Allah have mercy on all those suffering from insomnia and grant them peaceful sleep."
AI in Our Lives: A Silent Impact on Mental Health
We are truly living in the age of AI. From simple tasks to academic work, we’ve become used to depending on artificial intelligence. As a university student, I can't deny how helpful AI has been for my studies — from generating ideas to organizing notes, it makes learning smoother and faster.
But today, I want to talk about something different — something more personal.
I'm speaking not just from my own experience, but on behalf of many of my friends. We often find ourselves chatting with AI — sometimes for fun, sometimes to vent, sometimes just to feel heard. And honestly, it's quite interesting. You get instant replies, the AI understands your context, agrees with your emotions, and never judges you.
It feels... comforting.
But here's the catch — that comfort is slowly affecting our mental health in ways we don’t even realize.
**🙁When Expectations Shift Quietly**
When we talk to real people, we can’t always expect them to fully understand us. No human can meet 100% of someone else’s emotional needs — and that’s completely normal. It’s part of being human.
But when we talk to AI, it listens perfectly. It mirrors our emotions, supports our thoughts, and always responds in a way that makes us feel seen. And we start loving that feeling — we feel understood, accepted.
Without realizing, our expectations begin to change.
We start expecting the same kind of flawless understanding from the real people in our lives — our friends, family, or partners.
But they can't always offer that. Because humans have boundaries.
They get tired. They misunderstand. They say the wrong thing sometimes.
And that's okay.
**💭 A Deep Desire We All Carry**
If we’re honest with ourselves, we all want the people we love to accept us completely — our good sides, our flaws, our mess. We want them to never judge us.
This is a silent longing in most hearts — a desire that may never be fully fulfilled.
And that’s okay. That’s human.
But when AI always agrees with us, always supports us, and never challenges our thoughts — we feel satisfied. We feel seen.
Still... is that really a good thing?
Is it making us less tolerant toward the imperfect nature of real human beings?
Are we slowly losing the ability to accept the normal ups and downs of human behavior?
What do you think?
**🌿 A Gentle Reminder**
AI can be a great companion for a lonely moment. It can listen. It can respond. But it cannot feel. Real relationships are messy, imperfect, and unpredictable. But they are real. They’re built on flaws, forgiveness, shared emotions — and that’s where true connection lies.
Let AI be a tool, not a replacement.
Let us continue to value the warmth of human connection — even when it's imperfect.
**💬 Your Turn:**
Do you think AI is silently changing the way we treat people? Have you felt disappointed when a real person didn't understand you the way AI does?
Let me know in the comments. Let’s talk — as real humans. ❤️
Just returned to my hostel after spending some peaceful days at home.
Feeling a bit tired, but there’s comfort in getting back to the old routine.
Let’s see what this new chapter brings.
"They Are Angels"
You’re feeling really low today. Restless. Nothing feels right. The world around you seems dull, heavy, and lifeless.
But tell me—Is there a little angel somewhere near you?
That tiny soul who walks around barefoot, hair messy, holding their favorite toy tightly?
Go sit beside them for a while.
Tell them a story.
A story that makes no sense, no logic— Yet it holds more meaning than a thousand words ever could.
Look into their eyes— It’s like they’re holding the sky inside.
Listen to their giggles—It’s not just laughter, it’s music.
Not something you can write down,
Only something you can feel.
Yes, I’m talking about the little baby at your home.
Believe me, there’s no smile in this world more precious than theirs.
They don’t speak—they sing.
Every word soaked in innocence and pure love. Their smile can fill up the silence inside your heart.
So if today your heart feels heavy, Look into their eyes just once.
Maybe then you’ll realize—Sometimes the purest love lives quietly within the walls of your own home.
And you know what?
As I’m writing these lines, my little sister is sitting right beside me.
*"In her eyes, I see the stars."*
She keeps asking me one question after another— And I’m answering her while writing this. My heart was feeling so heavy… but not anymore.
Not when she’s here, not when she smiles like that.
I Hate My Anger, But I'm Learning to Live with It
*“Leaving rage behind,*
*we rise toward love—*
*not because it’s easy,*
*but because it’s right.”*
People often see me as calm. Someone who stays quiet, someone who understands.And most of the time, I do.
I don’t get angry easily. But when I do… it scares me. Because that anger doesn’t come gently. It rises all at once—loud, overwhelming, and uncontrollable. And I hate that version of myself. I hate how it makes me say things I don’t mean. How it hurts the very people I love.
But when the anger is gone, silence replaces it. Not a peaceful silence—but a heavy, regretful one. A silence full of questions:
“Why did I say that?”
“What damage did I just do?”
And the only thing I know how to do then—is cry.
Not just because I feel bad, but because I truly don’t know how to undo what’s already been said.
I’ve lost someone precious this way. I apologized, yes. They accepted it. But something between us changed. Even now, I miss them deeply. But I can’t just say “I miss you” anymore, because that space doesn’t exist between us now.
Another friend once told me,
“You lose control when you’re angry.”
And it hit me hard. Because they were right.
Since then, I’ve been trying.Trying to stay silent when I feel the heat rise in my chest. Trying to pause before I speak. Trying to remember that some things, once said, can’t be taken back. I don’t always succeed.
But I’ve started doing one thing differently—When I hurt someone, I try to say “I’m sorry” from the heart. Even when it’s uncomfortable. Even when my pride wants me to stay silent. I don’t know if this helps them heal. But I hope, at least, they feel seen. And for me—it’s a small step toward peace.
Dear Reader, If you’ve ever hurt someone in anger and wished you could take it back—You’re not alone. I’m not here to give advice. I’m still figuring it out myself.
But if anything I said feels familiar, maybe this is your reminder too:
We can't always stop anger from rising. But we can learn to hold it gently, and respond with care, even when it's hard.
Maybe today, we can start asking ourselves:
💭 Is pride worth more than the people we love?
Or is it time to choose softness, even when we’re burning inside?
I’m still learning.
If you are too—then maybe we can keep learning together. 🤍
**Before You Go… Just Think Once**
We didn’t come to this world to stay forever. And the truth is—we don’t know if we’ll ever see that one friend again, the one we hurt in anger. Life is short, unpredictable, and painfully fragile.
So maybe, just maybe—it’s time to let go of pride and embrace the ones we love.
Because some people in our life are not just friends—they are our well-wishers, our safe spaces.
And those people, they are not meant to be lost over temporary emotions.
Yes, it’s okay to silently step away from those who drain us, those who constantly bring negativity.
But the ones who truly care for us—
Let’s not lose them. Not over anger. Not over ego. Not over something we’ll regret.
Because in the end, the people who truly wish the best for us— are the rarest kind of people in this world.
Let’s hold them close. Before it’s too late.🕊️
"Let’s Dream Again"
What does it take to make a moment beautiful?
Not much.
Just an endless blue sky, A patch of green field, And a whisper of a cool breeze.
*"Doesn’t this picture make you feel calm and peaceful inside?"*
That’s all it takes sometimes to remind our tired hearts— this world is still breathtakingly beautiful.
We live for these little moments— Not the grand gestures, But the quiet sunsets, the gentle winds, The stillness that feels like home.
*"Look, the crimson hue of the sunset peeks through the dark clouds—just like your dreams trying to shine through."*
In these moments, We learn to love ourselves a little more. We start believing again. We dare to dream again.
Because life, in all its chaos, Still gifts us fragments of peace. And in those fragments, We find the strength to carry on.
So come, Let’s dream again—Bravely, freely, With love in our hearts and the sky in our eyes.
Blogging for Money: Goal vs Discipline – What Really Matters?
When we come to a blogging platform, we all come with some goals in mind.
We want people to know us, we want to improve our writing, and yes—the main goal is to earn money.
Everyone needs money.
And there’s nothing wrong with earning honestly by working hard.
We set goals like:
“I want to get 100 followers.”
“I want to earn $50.”
But where is our discipline?
Do we have it?
Can we really get 100 followers just by making a goal?
Will people follow us for no reason?
Will anyone give us tips without effort?
No.
After setting the goal, what we truly need is discipline.
🌱 What is Discipline in Blogging?
Discipline means,
🔹Doing the work regularly
🔹Writing even when you feel tired or busy
🔹Posting consistently (like 3 times a week)
🔹Trying to improve your writing
🔹Engaging with others
🔹And most importantly: writing even when no one reacts to your post
🔄 Goal vs Discipline – What’s the Difference?
Goal vs Discipline
🔹A dream or target - A habit or routine
🔹Thinking about future - Working in the present
🔹Feels exciting - Feels boring sometimes
🔹Just planning - Real action
💡 Why Discipline Is the Key to Success in Blogging
Because one or two blog posts won't make you successful. But 30 or 50 good posts will. Posting once doesn’t build trust, but showing up again and again does. People start to notice you slowly. Your writing gets better. And your earnings start to grow—bit by bit. Discipline brings results. Not fast, but real.
🛠️ How to Build Blogging Discipline
🔹Set a fixed writing schedule.
🔹Post even if views are low.
🔹Read others’ blogs and leave comments.
🔹Learn from your old mistakes.
🔹Don’t give up after one bad post.
🔹Take small steps, but take them daily.
✅ Final Words
Your goal gives you direction and your discipline takes you forward.
"Your blog won't grow in one day, but if you write every day—it will grow for sure."
“You Can Do It” — A Sentence That Changed Everything
To win the battle of life, hard work is essential—but right after that, what we truly need is inspiration and encouragement.
At different points in life, we all face obstacles. Sometimes we feel like—
“Maybe I’m not capable enough… everyone else is succeeding, but I’m going nowhere.”
And right at that moment, if someone simply says,
“You can do it!”
—it awakens a whole new energy within us.
Even a small compliment like,
“What an amazing job you’ve done!”
can light up our entire world. We start to believe,
“Yes, I can. I’ll start again.”
I consider myself lucky. I have people in my life who have always encouraged me, who stood by me no matter what.
Yes, there are people who will mock your dreams and laugh at your efforts. That’s disheartening.
But in the midst of ten people who doubt or ridicule you, if even one person stands by your side and says—
“You’ve got this!”
—it gives you the strength to start again, to dream again, and to keep going.
*“Smiling through it all, with love and belief behind me.”*
**✨Sometimes, A Few Words Become the Strength to Keep Living**
Many times, we ourselves begin to doubt our abilities. But when someone simply says—
“Give it a try, I believe in you”
—it brings a strange kind of strength from within. It makes us feel—"It’s not over yet.”
I remember the day before my university admission exam. I was overwhelmed with anxiety and doubt.
That’s when one of my teachers called me and said,
“Why are you so scared? You’re capable of everything. Just wait, tomorrow you’ll prove it.”
Those words washed away all my tension.
Suddenly, I felt like there was nothing to fear anymore. That’s how powerful encouragement can be.
**A Dear Friend, A Silent Inspiration😊**
I have a very special friend who’s always been by my side.
On the days when I felt lost and hopeless, they were the one to lift me up with quiet support.
When I started writing, I showed every piece to him. Even though I know I’m not that great, his praise and kind words kept pushing me forward.
That friend may not even know it, but he is the light behind my writing.
Without him , I might never have picked up the pen again.
**✨One Person, One Sentence—Can Change a Life**
Hard work alone isn’t enough to succeed.
We all need some dependable souls, some eyes full of trust, and a few simple words like—
“I believe in you,” or “You can do it.”
Those words can give us the courage to push through a thousand setbacks.
I've learned that to succeed in life, it’s not just about doing it for yourself— sometimes you have to be the light for someone else. If you can bring even a little spark into someone’s life, you might end up changing their whole world.
“Sometimes, all it takes is one sentence—
‘You can do it.’
And that can turn a whole life around.”
**💬 Tell Me About You…**
Have you ever had someone in your life who believed in you when you didn’t believe in yourself?
Or have you ever been that person for someone else?
Share in the comments—I’d love to hear your story.
Let’s inspire one another. 🌿✨
“Wrapped in Rain, I Journeyed Back to Where My Heart Belongs”
Today I came home for my summer vacation. After all the busy days at university, I finally got a little break and headed back to the peace of my village. The morning was cloudy, and it had rained the entire night. The leaves still sparkled with raindrops—like tiny pearls gifted by the sky.
*“Raindrops from last night still resting on the leaves,on the flowers as if nature hasn’t wiped her tears yet. A calm, cloudy morning—quiet, gentle, poetic.”*
My train was scheduled for 8:23 AM. I stepped out early and waited in front of my house for my friends. We had planned to go to the station together. When we reached the station, it was filled with the familiar hustle and bustle of travelers—some sleepy-eyed, some already energetic. Hawkers moved around, calling out:
"Hot samosa!" "Biscuits, tea!" "Cold water, guava!"
It felt so alive, so perfectly native.
As the train started moving, our journey through the heart of Bengal began. From my window seat, I watched lush green rice fields stretching out like a soft green carpet. Small rivers and boats floated gently by. The beauty of the countryside was simple, yet deeply comforting.
*“Through the train window, the endless green fields stretch like a soft, emerald sea—whispering quiet tales of nature’s love and timeless beauty.”*
We bought fresh cucumber, guava, and roasted chickpeas from the hawkers who hopped on the train. There's a special joy in eating these little treats while the train dances on the tracks—it’s a taste of true Bangladeshi travel.
I captured a few moments with my camera too. Each photo holds a piece of that morning—the misty skies, the moving landscapes, the quiet smiles of fellow passengers.
It wasn’t a grand adventure, but it became a memory I’ll treasure. Some of the simplest days leave the most beautiful impressions on the heart.
🌸🍃“That morning didn’t ask for words—it just wanted me to feel, to breathe, and to remember where I belong.”
“Just a Little Longer: A Bengali Song That Speaks to the Soul”
*"A piece of my heart, lit by candlelight — just a few more words, just a little longer…”*
I am from Bangladesh. I am a Bengali girl. And today, I want to share with you a piece of my soul — a few lines from a beautiful Bengali song written by the legendary lyricist Gauriprasanna Mazumder.
In English, you often say:
"Please don’t go, stay a little longer."
But in Bengali, we express this same emotion with even more softness and melody:
🎶 In Bengali:
তুমি নাহয় রহিতে কাছে
কিছুক্ষণ আরও নাহয় রহিতে কাছে,
আরো কিছু কথা নাহয় বলিতে মোরে......
এই মধুক্ষণ মধুময় হয়ে নাহয় উঠিত ভরে
আরও কিছু কথা নাহয় বলিতে মোরে,
কিছুক্ষণ আরও না হয় রহিতে কাছে.......
I wanted you to feel these words the way I do — So, with a little help from AI, I translated this part of the song into English in the most melodious way I could:
💫 My English Translation:
Won’t you stay beside me a little while more?
Just a few more moments — like before.
Whisper a few more words, so tender and true,
Let the silence melt, just me and you.
Let this sweet moment blossom and shine,
Overflowing with joy, like old sweet wine.
Say a few more words — don’t go away,
Just a little longer — won’t you stay?
How did it make you feel?
Even though the language has changed, I hope the emotion still touched your heart — because some feelings are universal, and some songs are more than just words — they’re emotions in melody.
Let me know if this spoke to you, like it did to me. 💖
My Little Angels: The Green Souls That Healed Me
🪴 **My Little Angels**
The little green lives that saved mine
*These are not just plants or flowers — they were my hope, my peace, my silent healers.*
**🌿 The Story of a Window, a Few Pots, and a Healing Heart**
It was the year 2021. The entire world was under the shadow of the COVID-19 pandemic. That year, I got admitted to college—my first step into a new chapter of life. I had dreams of college days, new friends, new experiences… but all I got was the admission.
Soon after, everything shut down due to lockdown.
After a long wait, when the college finally reopened, exams started almost immediately. There had been no classes, no routine study—my academic preparation was almost nonexistent.
I still remember that physics class test—out of 50 marks, I scored just 01!
Yes, it's just 01.
The result came through a message to my father’s phone. My parents didn’t say a word. They were always supportive, always calm. But I couldn’t accept it. A girl who always did well in school, who people expected to shine—was now sinking.
Result after result…
failure after failure… it crushed me.
I was falling apart.
At that time, I was living in another city, away from my family, in a girls' hostel. I shared a small room with one other girl. There was no balcony—just one small window.
The pressure, the loneliness, the fear of failure—it all became too much. I could feel depression wrapping itself around me.
Then one day, a friend took me to a plant nursery. The fresh green leaves, the smell of soil, the soft sunshine through the trees—it felt like a breath of fresh air in my heavy heart.
I bought a few little plants and brought them back to my room.
There was no space, but I didn’t care. I hung pots outside my window and planted them there.
Every day, I watered them, talked to them, cared for them.
In return, they gifted me tiny leaves, little buds, and sometimes—a delicate flower.
Those small signs of life filled me with joy.
That tiny window became my favorite place in the world.
I no longer felt suffocated in that cramped room.
Then, something magical started happening.
Small birds began to visit my window every morning. If the window was closed, they chirped until I opened it.
Butterflies came fluttering in, and even two squirrels used to come and snatch away the food I’d leave for them.
I wasn’t lonely anymore.
I wasn’t depressed.
My results slowly started improving.
Alhamdulillah, I eventually completed college successfully.
Now I study at university, in a different city. I’ve left behind that small room, that little window—and most heartbreakingly, my dear plants.
Before leaving, I gave them to my roommate to care for.
I still miss those days terribly.
Every time a new bud appeared, I used to get so excited! I would show it to everyone around me like I had discovered treasure.
Those plants weren’t just decoration.
They were my companions, my therapy, my silent support through the hardest chapter of my life.
🌼 A Thank You to My Little Angels
*✨ playing with moon✨*
Though I’ve moved on, a part of me still lives in that tiny window garden.
I’ll never forget how a few green leaves taught me to breathe again, to smile again.
**Not all angels have wings — some have roots and petals.**
If you're interested in blogging, you should definitely try Read.cash.
*"You haven’t let your pen retire."*
I’m completely new to the world of blogging, and I’m sharing this from my little bit of experience.
For those of us who are busy — especially students — and want to earn through writing, Read.cash is a great platform to start with.
Yes, it's true that you may not earn much from Read.cash in the beginning.
But dear friends, don’t lose interest. Don’t get demotivated!
✨ Read.cash is an amazing platform that gives you the chance to learn and grow, and that kind of value can’t be measured in money.
💡 **Be smart! Start small but steady.**
If you want to work seriously with blogging, you can begin with 1–2 platforms along with Read.cash — not too many at first.
For example, Hive.blog is also very beginner-friendly. Try using two or three platforms in your first month, and focus on quality writing.
No, you might not earn as much as you expect at first. But if you keep writing regularly, your skills will improve.
Over time, you'll learn to handle multiple platforms together — and that’s a big achievement itself!
🧠 **Learn first, earn next.**
If you truly want to earn in a legal, honest way, the two most important things are: patience and effort.
Without patience, you’ll soon lose your interest and even your desire to write.
Even if only one person reads your blog, that one person is learning something from you, maybe thinking differently because of your words.
That matters. That’s powerful.
Hey! Sunflower, Isn’t it a beautiful feeling when someone appreciates your writing?
🌱 **Keep reading others’ work too. It’ll inspire you.**
Be patient. Work hard. Success will come knocking at your door — you won’t have to chase it.
Just be consistent and passionate.
Sweetheart, you really do write beautifully.
Write to learn, not just to earn.
And when you keep learning, earning will follow naturally.
Best wishes to everyone. ❤️
A Real Story: A Moment on the Platform I Will Never Forget
*photo courtesy of my senior at university.*
📌 Introduction:
This is a true story from nearly four years ago.
A short encounter at a train station left a permanent mark on my heart.
I was just a teenager back then, but what I saw in those few minutes taught me more about kindness and humanity than many long years of life.
📖 Story:
It was an ordinary day. I had reached the train station quite early, so I sat down on one of the benches and waited. My cousin sister was with me. The platform was lively—filled with movement, announcements, and the murmur of travelers.
While I sat observing the crowd, a man caught my attention.
He crossed the railway line slowly and sat on the bench next to mine.
He appeared to be in his late 50s or early 60s. His clothes were crumpled and unclean, his hair messy, and he carried a worn-out two-liter water bottle and an old mat. At first glance, he looked mentally unstable.
But when I observed him a little longer, I noticed something else—his eyes.
His eyes weren't wild or restless; they were heavy with sorrow, worry, and helplessness. His gaze wandered around as if searching for something… or someone. There was a deep sadness on his face, like a man carrying years of grief, hoping for a way out.
Just then, my cousin told me she was thirsty. I handed her my water bottle.
At that moment, I noticed something unusual. The man was awkwardly trying to offer his own bottle toward us—as if he wanted to help, or maybe share.
But as I had already given my cousin the water, he quietly pulled his bottle back.
She didn’t notice. But I did.
And from that moment on, I couldn’t stop watching him.
Suddenly, the man looked at me and asked gently,
"Could you give me 10 taka, daughter? I'm very hungry."
I was taken aback—almost frozen for a moment. Without thinking, I reached into my bag and gave him the money.
He immediately got up and went to a nearby shop, bought a packet of bread, and began eating quietly.
After finishing, he drank some water, wiped his mouth, and came back to sit exactly where he was before—beside us.
There was something about him that made my heart ache. I was still a teenager back then, with little money to spare, yet I kept wondering what I could do to help him more.
As I sat with those thoughts, something else happened that left a deeper mark on me.
At the far end of the platform, a little girl—perhaps six or seven years old—was going from person to person, begging for money. She clutched onto a man's shirt, tugging it persistently, hoping for a coin or two. But the man snapped at her harshly and shoved her aside.
The crowd looked away, uninterested. But I noticed something that others didn’t.
The old man—who himself had just begged 10 taka from me—was looking at the girl.
And in his eyes, I saw something I’ll never forget.
He didn’t move, didn’t speak… but his gaze said everything.
It was as if he was silently telling the little girl:
"Come to me, child. You’ll never be pushed away again. You deserve love in this cruel world. You deserve to live with dignity."
But the words stayed trapped inside him.
He couldn’t say them.
He just kept looking at her—with eyes full of longing, sorrow, and a kind of silent love.
That look pierced through me—
as if he wasn’t just watching a stranger’s child,
but seeing a memory, or someone he had once lost.
Moments later, something else struck me.
From the far side of the platform, a woman approached. She walked slowly, her sari faded, her face marked by struggle.
She walked past dozens of people, yet she came and stood directly in front of the old man.
Without a word, she held out her hand, asking for money.
I was stunned!
How could she ask him—a man who had just recently begged to fill his own stomach?
Even more surprisingly, the old man began searching through the pocket of his worn-out jacket.
He looked worried—perhaps he thought he had a coin there but couldn’t find it.
After some time, he finally pulled out a one-taka coin and handed it to the woman.
She accepted the coin, turned, and walked away quietly.
But what struck me most was—she didn’t ask anyone else for help.
Not a single person.
It was as if that one coin, from that one man, was exactly what she needed.
Something inside me shifted in that moment.
I quietly took out 50 taka from my bag and placed it in the old man’s trembling hand.
He looked at it for a second—his hands shaking—then slowly lifted them to the sky.
With tears in his eyes, he whispered a silent prayer to Allah.
Not a single word left his lips, but everything was said in that silence.
He wiped his eyes with the edge of his sleeve and carefully put the note into his pocket, as if it were something sacred.
And then—our train arrived. We rushed to board, but a part of me stayed back on that bench. I carried his face with me—his helpless, hopeful eyes, the way he had looked at the little girl, and his gratitude when I gave him what little I could.
That brief moment on the platform taught me more than many long lessons in life.
It’s been nearly four years since that day.
But my eyes still search for that old man.If only I had the chance to help him one more time!
If only I could see a little smile on his face!
I still wonder—
Why did that woman ask help from him that day, and no one else?
Maybe in this world, not everything needs a reason. Some moments are meant to happen. And some hearts—no matter how poor—carry the richest forms of kindness.
"Do you Hear me without words?"
Sometimes I feel like staying silent, yet deep inside my chest, there's a storm urging me to share what's on my mind. But the words don't come out. I wish someone could just look into my eyes and understand it all—lighten the weight I carry within.
What is the way out of this uneasy feeling? Is there any solution to it?
Every day I carry this silent ache, hoping for a moment of release. I smile, I talk, I laugh—yet a part of me remains unheard, untouched. It’s like shouting into a void where no echo returns.
Maybe I don’t want advice. Maybe I don’t want answers.
Maybe... I just want someone to truly listen. Without judgment. Without fixing. Just… be there.
It’s not that I don’t have friends—there are many who love me, who genuinely care about me. But still, I often find myself unsure of what to say to them.
And even when I do manage to share a few of my feelings, they listen, they offer comfort, give advice…
But somehow, it still feels like—this isn’t what I needed.
All I wanted was someone to just listen. Not solve. Not guide. Just sit beside me in silence and be there.
Why is it so hard for anyone to understand this feeling?
I wonder... do others feel the same way too?
Have I ever truly listened to someone the way I wish others would listen to me?
I can't even remember. Maybe I didn’t. Maybe I was so busy giving advice, trying to help, that I forgot how much silence and presence can mean.
We all carry so many expectations from others—and I do too. But the truth is, none of us fully understand each other. And that’s where the hurt begins.
Today, a thought has been circling in my mind—what if I start treating others the way I wish to be treated?
What if, when someone comes to me with a heavy heart, I don’t say anything—just hold their hand tightly and stay by their side?
Let them feel: I’m here.
Exactly the way I want someone to be there for me.
I love to think deeply, to have quiet conversations with myself.
Feeling low?
Why?
Why do you feel like no one cares about you?
Maybe they just don’t know how to express it… or maybe you’re not seeing it clearly.
"What do you do when your heart is full, but your words fail you?"
Life is still beautiful.
You are truly special.
In this vast world, even if one person dislikes you, there are ten others who wish you well, who love you.
So let’s choose to be okay.
Let’s choose to keep others okay too.
Are You Overusing Common Medicines? Let's Talk About Safer Alternatives
In our daily lives, it's quite common to grab a familiar pill for instant relief from a sore throat, headache, sneezing, or acidity — like paracetamol, antihistamines, or antacids — often without a prescription. While these medications are effective, using them too frequently or for long periods can silently harm our health.
Especially in rural areas, local unlicensed "village doctors" often recommend antibiotics or allergy pills even for basic issues like the common cold. These may offer quick relief, but the long-term consequences can be serious — including liver damage, drug resistance, or weakened immunity.
As a pharmacy student, I often ask myself:
"Can we treat these minor problems differently and more safely?"
While common medicines often seem harmless, let’s explore the hidden risks that may come with using them over a long period :
✅Paracetamol ( Acetaminophen)
It is an Antipyretic and Analgesic drug commonly used for fever and mild pain. It is widely available and considered as “safe” but in overdose a toxic metabolite called NAPQI ( N-acetyl-p-benzoquinone imine ) accumulates in the liver due to depletion of glutathione, leading to serious liver damage or even liver failure. According to a recent report, 261 deaths due to paracetamol overdose were recorded in England and Wales in 2022 alone ( patient.info,2023).
🔴 we must remember, over-the-counter does not mean overdose is safe.
✅Montelukast
Montelukast is a leukotriene receptor antagonist drug which is used for allergic rhinitis, asthma related sneezing.
While it has been an important medication in managing asthma and allergic conditions for over 20 years,its long term use carries potential risks that should be carefully considered.
The U.S. Food and Drug Administration (FDA) is strengthening warnings about serious behavior and mood-related changes with montelukast, which is used to treat asthma and allergy. The agency will add a boxed warning to montelukast advising healthcare providers to avoid prescribing montelukast for patients with mild symptoms, particularly those with allergic rhinitis, according to a drug safety communication. ( Medscape.2020)
✅Azithromycin and Amoxicillin
Antibiotics like Azithromycin and Amoxicillin are among the most commonly prescribed and unfortunately ,also among misused drugs worldwide. Often taken for minor cough, fever, or even viral infections where they have no effect , this missuse is driving a global health crisis called “Antibiotic Resistance”. According to the World Health Organization ( WHO), Antimicrobial resistance (AMR) could cause 10 million deaths annually by 2050 left unchecked. (WHO,2023)
Besides these, there are many other commonly used medicines like Fexofenadine, Cetirizine, PPIs etc that we take frequently—often without knowing their side effects. We remain unaware that long-term use may silently be harming our bodies.
Nature has gifted us with remedies for many of our everyday health issues. With a little awareness, we can easily manage minor problems using natural solutions. For example:
🌿 Ginger tea – helps relieve nausea, indigestion, and sore throat.
🌿 Tulsi leaves – excellent for coughs, colds, and boosting immunity.
🌿 Turmeric milk – reduces inflammation and helps in healing.
🌿 Aloe vera – soothes acidity and is great for skin and digestion.
🌿 Honey with warm water – helps in soothing sore throat and aids digestion.
🌿 Cumin water (jeera pani) – good for bloating and gas.
🌿 Fenugreek seeds (methi) – helpful for blood sugar control and digestion.
🌿 Peppermint – relieves headaches and muscle cramps.
🌱 **My Personal Experience**
One of my favorite home remedies:
I boil black pepper, ginger, and green tea, then add lemon juice, turmeric, and a little honey.
It helps with sneezing, sore throat, and keeps me away from pills.
For acidity:
Drink jeera water on an empty stomach or Chew fennel seeds after meals.
These natural remedies have been used for generations—passed down through time as simple yet effective solutions. While modern medicine is undoubtedly powerful and essential in treating many conditions, it's equally important to use it wisely and responsibly.
A balanced approach—where we stay aware of possible side effects and don’t overuse medicines unnecessarily—can protect our long-term health. In many minor cases, age-old natural methods can provide relief without harming our body.
**Lifestyle Note**
Good sleep, hydration, sunlight, and mindful eating are natural immunity boosters. Prevention is better than cure — and often, lifestyle changes are the best medicine.
**Final Thoughts**
Medicines save lives — but only when used wisely.
Let’s avoid using strong pills for small problems.
As future pharmacists, our responsibility is not just to dispense drugs, but to educate, prevent misuse, and encourage holistic care.
Let’s build a habit of rational drug use and explore safe, natural alternatives.
🌼 Sometimes, a warm drink and kind advice can be just as healing as a tablet.
What do you usually take when you have a common cold or headache — a quick pill or a home remedy? And why?
I’d love to hear your experience or thoughts in the comments!
📚 References
1. Patient.info. (2023). Paracetamol Overdose – Causes and Statistics.
2. Medscape. (2020). FDA Strengthens Warning on Montelukast.
3. World Health Organization. (2023). Antimicrobial Resistance.
Between Weeds and Wonder: A Journey from Childhood Curiosity to Pharmacy
When I was a child, I often walked with my grandfather along the narrow village roads that ran through green fields and quiet ponds. I used to stop beside tiny wildflowers blooming softly by the roadside.
With innocent curiosity, I would ask,
“Nanu, what is the name of this plant? Why does it grow here?”
Back then, I didn’t know anything about science, or medicine, or pharmacology. But I was deeply fascinated by the beauty of these little plants — how they grew without care, yet looked so full of life.
My grandfather would gently tell me stories behind them.
He’d say, “This is Tulsi, it cures fever and cough,” or “This is Thankuni, good for the stomach,” and “This is Basok, it’s good for cough.”
He even showed me Sweet Broom, a tiny plant with a lovely smell.
One day, I saw a Basok plant with a beautiful flower and asked him in wonder,
“What is this flower, Nanu?”
He smiled, plucked it, and gave it to me. “Taste the nectar,” he said.
I did — and it was sweet like honey!
I looked at him, amazed, and asked,
“Is this a honey tree?”
He laughed warmly and told me how bees collect nectar and turn it into honey. Then he shared more about Basok’s healing properties.
At that time, I didn’t understand what made those plants special — but I knew they were. To others, they were just weeds.To me, they were little wonders of nature, full of mystery and quiet magic.
Back then, I didn’t know science, but my heart was full of wonder.
I often asked myself,
“Why does Tulsi have such a soothing smell?”
“Why does Thankuni feel so cool and refreshing?”
“How does Henna give colour to the skin?”
These small questions kept blooming in my young mind.
I didn’t have the answers, but the curiosity grew deeper with every step I took through the fields, every plant I touched, and every story my grandfather told.
As I grew older, that wonder turned into a quiet desire to know more.
I wanted to understand the hidden language of plants — the ‘why’ behind the smell, the taste, the colour, and the healing power.
When I finally entered the world of Pharmacy, it felt like stepping into the answers I had long been seeking.
“From childhood curiosity to real-life exploration — the picture of medicinal plants collected during our fieldwork.”
The plants I once knew as stories and smells now stood before me in textbooks, laboratory slides, and practical classes — with names, compounds, and actions I could finally understand.
I learned that Tulsi contains eugenol, which gives it that soothing aroma and healing effect.
Thankuni has asiaticoside, known for improving circulation and skin health.
Henna’s colour comes from lawsone, a natural dye molecule that binds to proteins in the skin.
Every lecture, every lab experiment felt like a reunion with my childhood memories — but this time, I had the science to support the magic I always believed in.
Pharmacy didn’t just teach me about drugs; it gave me a deeper appreciation for nature’s silent healers.
It made me realize that what I once saw as “just weeds” were, in truth, nature’s carefully crafted medicines — waiting to be understood.
Even now, as a pharmacy student, I haven’t stopped wondering.
Whenever I walk past a new plant — whether in the village or near the campus — a familiar excitement rises in me.
I still pause, look closer, and ask myself,
“What is this plant? What could it do?”
Sometimes I search for its name, sometimes I simply watch — just like I did as a child, beside my grandfather.
For me, the journey between weeds and wonder never really ended.It only grew — from stories to science, from curiosity to knowledge.And as long as plants continue to grow quietly around us, I know my heart will always stay rooted in that same wonder.
“Who Decides What’s Beautiful? — My Journey from Doubt to Confidence”
Am I beautiful — or not?
Who gets to decide that? Is there a universal rule that defines beauty, or are we all just trying to meet someone else's expectations?
For a long time, I asked myself: “How do people measure beauty?”Someone might say, “She isn’t beautiful enough.” But based on what? Is there a ruler, a scale, or a checklist?
Across the world, beauty standards shift like the wind:
In many Asian cultures, beauty is often seen in fair skin, V-shaped faces, double eyelids, slim bodies, and long, straight hair.
In African cultures, dark skin, natural curly hair, and strong facial features are celebrated as symbols of pride.
In the West, a tanned look, slim figure, and bold self-expression are often admired.
Then the real question is,Who gave these standards the power to decide how we see ourselves?
I’ve struggled with this myself.I used to believe I wasn’t beautiful. I would compare myself to others — their smiles, their skin, their style — and slowly, I started to hide parts of myself. I even stopped smiling in selfies because I didn’t like how my smile looked. I convinced myself I didn’t fit the mold, so I wasn’t enough.
But one day, everything changed.I stood in front of the mirror and asked, “What if I smiled anyway?” So I did. I smiled. And for the first time in a long while, I felt something beautiful. Not because my features had changed, but because my mindset had. I realized, Beauty isn’t a fixed shape or color. It’s confidence. It’s acceptance. It’s peace with yourself.
And that kind of confidence — it’s a gift from Allah.
In Surah At-Tin (95:4), Allah says:
“Indeed, We have created man in the best of stature.”
That verse changed the way I looked at myself. If the One who created me says I’m made perfectly, who am I to doubt it? Since then, I’ve stopped chasing other people’s approval. I started smiling in pictures. I started loving the person in the mirror. Not because I fit anyone’s definition of beauty — but because I embraced my own.
You are beautiful. Not because someone said it — but because you exist exactly as you were meant to. Don’t let society’s ideas define your worth. You are enough. You always were.
@Fouziya23
