Pregnancy
After two miscarriages in a row, I was completely broken. The taste of living is decreasing day by day. But I could not calm myself down for the second time the same thing happened. I know why it seemed to me again and again that God may not have written the taste of motherhood in my forehead. My husband Ahnaf also seems to have fainted. That's why men can't even cry. My father-in-law, mother-in-law's face is also black. I couldn't look up at anyone. Feeling very cursed myself.
Two days later I was brought home from the hospital. The last time there was a miscarriage, everyone comforted me, especially Ahnaf. The man has been by my side all day and has given me confidence. If it weren't for him, maybe I would have died in the service, I stopped eating and drinking. Ahnaf used to feed me this. My mother-in-law, mother-in-law was also by my side as my strength. It is very easy to get out of any situation if the family member is by my side, the same happened to me.
When I conceived for the second time, the whole family was very careful with me, there was no lack of care. No one would let me do any work. 1 year after my 1st baby miscarriage, I conceive again. This time I myself was very careful, I used to tell Allah, don't empty my lap now, God. I used to sit in daily prayers and pray this one in the court of God. But I don't know what sin God has given me, even twice. I wanted to commit suicide, but I did not do it for fear of sin. After returning from the hospital, everyone seemed to change. My happy world seemed to fade away. My mother went home with me for about 15 days. I was perfectly healthy by then.
Ahnaf seems to have become silent, not talking to me like before, not even smiling. Doesn't want to talk without much need. When he goes to bed at night, he stays back. I understand Ahnaf's plight, so I don't tell him anything. My mother-in-law, mother-in-law, how did it happen. I didn't care about all this, I focused on my family like myself. Every night I would stand in prayer and cry in the court of Allah. I have no one else who will understand my pain. Sometimes the sound of crying would reach Ahnaf's ears, he would fall asleep with a faint annoying sound. I understood that I had moved away from the life of Ahnaf. I stayed with the hope that one day everything will be fine.
After about 6 months, I suddenly woke up at night. I looked at the clock and saw that it was 1 o'clock at night. In the living room, as my mother-in-law, father-in-law and Ahnaf were talking, I heard the words vaguely.
You get married again, Dad, this wife can't give you a taste of fatherhood. Don't you see, 2 children were lost in a row. But mother, I love Tanni. It's not his fault, God forbid, tell us what to do.
I could understand what was going on, I sat quietly on the bed and started crying. Ahnaf will understand me? Or will he change? I can't beat Ahnaf. I will explain to him, if necessary, I will adopt the child. Yet I will not leave my world.
When I returned from the Ahnaf office the next day, I talked to him. Ahnaf, are you upset with me? Why do you say that, Tanni. I can't give you children, that's why. Not so much. Ahnaf, let's not adopt a child. It's not Tanni's own child anymore, but I'll talk to my mother.
Ahnaf wants to see his child's face, he explained it to me differently. It is discussed in the living room every night, making Ahnaf get married for the second time. Now Ahnaf doesn't protest so much, maybe it seems right to him too.
After 1 month, Ahnaf came and said to me, "Tanni, I want to bring your partner, I want to see the face of my own child, what do you think?" My famous Ahnaf has changed today. Tanni who said I will not leave you in any situation of life, and he is saying that today. Two days later, Ahnaf got married and got married. I couldn't believe Ahnaf would be someone else. I spent the night with a stone tied to my chest. The next morning I called Ahnaf
Ahnaf, I can't give your share to anyone else, you will be uncomfortable if I stay here. And I can bring danger to your wife or future child. You divorce me in two days. It is better to die at once than to die every day.
Ahnaf may have understood everything so he did not give me any obstacle. We got divorced in two days. I left Ahnaf's house and brought nothing but clothes to wear. I came home and cried a lot, crying is very important for me to live. The next day I got sick, my mother brought the doctor home. Ahnaf's call came in the afternoon. Somehow I heard I was sick. Hello Tanni, how are you now? How to get sick. I'm fine. How's the body? Well, how is your wife? Well, take care of yourself. Are you ok I will come to see you from time to time. Baby and I are both fine. You will never communicate with me again.
You mean baby? Whose baby? What are you talking about? I didn't tell you before. I found out today, I'm introverted. And the baby is mine, only mine. You could tell me once, Tanni, then I might not get married. Where did you have so much time to give me? You were busy with marriage. Shall I come and see you?
I hung up without saying a word. The next day, I changed the SIM cards of everyone in the house and left the house and went to my aunt's house.
Today is my daughter's 5th birthday. Ahnaf knows that he has become the father of the daughter. But he never saw her. I have heard in public that Ahnaf's wife does not have a child. Many doctors have shown her, but she has not seen Ahnaf's child. I don't blame destiny, I'm pretty good with my Arisha. I pray that the wife of Ahnaf will soon become a mother, and that she too will be intermarried.
Are Korean boys Gay! II
According to Lee Hyun-Tayek, chief surgeon at the Banobagi Plastic Surgery Center in Gangnam, the epicenter of Seoul's elite region and known as the 'Mecca' of plastic surgery.
Earlier boys used to undergo plastic surgery to become masculine, now they are leaning towards becoming ‘feminine’ through cosmetics and plastic surgery including BB creams, skin care. Before and after surgery; Image Source: SCMP
What kind of surgery is more in demand in Banobagi? The answer was given by Hyun-Tayek. Rhinoplasty (correction of the shape of the nose), eyelid surgery (reduction of fat under the eyes), facial contouring (clarifying the V-line, reducing the J-line) - these are the things that boys do more.
The faces of the Koreans are flat. So everyone wants a three-dimensional look. ... rhinoplasty is most in demand here, because the shape of the nose can change a person's whole personality.
Joy Kang, chief executive of Unogo, a Singapore-based Korean plastic surgery company, shared an interesting piece of information.
When you look at K-pop stars, you will notice that they all have sharp V-shaped jaws and muscular bodies with perfect skin. It is called 'Jimsang Doll'. That is a young cute boy, whose body is masculine. There is also an idea called 'Bagel Girl' for girls. I mean, the face is childish, but the body is very sexual. Examples of Jimsang Doll and Bagel Girl; Image Source: Drama Fever
In other words, in the case of boys and girls, the concept or standard of their beauty is almost the same - the skin and face should be perfect, so that it looks younger. Since the beauty of appearance is called the adornment of a woman by the general standards and it is believed that boys do not need to make a perfect look by grooming, so many people despise the 'feminine' of 'Jimsang dolls'. However, the Koreans have to accept it. In terms of appearance, they want to be perfect by rising above the questions of 'masculine' and 'feminine'. But on the question of the body, men just want to be more masculine, well-built; On the other hand, girls are more feminine and charming.
Korean men do not follow the conventional notion; Image Source: Amino Apps
Everyone knows how to make a six pack by sweating in the gym. But did you know that Korean busy boys are leaning towards making six packs through surgery? The surgeon shapes the muscle by removing excess body fat. In the same way, many boys remove breast fat. Korea is well ahead in the spread of fast food. Therefore, just as obesity is on the rise, so is the tendency to reduce fat in various parts of the body through plastic surgery.
Since Koreans are keen to show off their youth, they resort to modern medicine to retain their youth. The boys are doing cheap Botox and fillers surgery to remove the wrinkles and tighten the loose skin. There is also treatment without a knife. Altherapy and thermos - these two technologies are used in this case. What's more, the sound waves penetrate the skin and fix it. Along with all this, there are herbal treatments and massages in the spa parlors.
Many of the on-screen ‘Flower Boys’ in need of character later became ‘Supurush’; Image Source: Drama Fever
For centuries, the idea has been ingrained in society that girls will handle housework, while boys will sweat outside; So boys have to be strong, and girls have to be strong. Again, since the society is patriarchal, the standards of beauty have also been fixed by men. The man who returned home at the end of the day after working hard wanted to get the woman as peace of mind. So they have made the decoration the exclusive ornament of women. On the other hand, it is the pride of manhood to behave contrary to the elegance of women. The Koreans have broken this conventional notion.
Boys with masculine voices and faces full of the fragility of their hard sixpack bodies have now become the dream princes of girls all over the world.
Some Korean boybonds have gained wide recognition around the world by presenting instructive topics through their songs. As a result, more and more Korean florists are now being discussed and criticized.
In many cases, the Koreans' excessive pickiness about beauty and chastity is exaggerated. But Koreans have been able to set a gender-neutral standard of beauty. They have raised an unsolvable question as to why the boy cannot dress up. Beauty is of course relative. A boy with smooth cheeks and pink lips may not look good to you or me. Or you may be more fond of long-haired sarees than Bob Cut's daughter wearing cargo pants. But we do not have the right to decide which is acceptable and which is not. It's all a question of personal taste. Who is the contractor for determining right and wrong, so it is indefinite.
And now in most countries, including China, Japan, the Philippines and Turkey, boys are leaning towards slim sixpack bodies and soft baby look or makeup to keep up with age. It may not sound good to you, but to make a contradictory or sarcastic remark without knowing it well would indicate a limited range of your knowledge.
Thank you.
Revenge of nature
As I waited in line in front of Lajpharman in Kalabagan for my father's medicine, today a large crowd suddenly heard the voice of an acquaintance in front of me. "How are you?"
This is the first time I felt bad not hearing the word mother in his mouth, but I did not understand"Alhamdulillah, I'm fine, how much I found you Aunty!"
It's better not to find those who are lost on purpose. It wasn't too late to understand the tone of arrogance in his voice, but he was ahead of the line, so I didn't say anything. "Aunty call when you have time "Well, I'll be right back."
He started walking and did not look back even once, I looked at him even though it was against his nature.
Aunty and I lived in the same neighborhood and her son Rashik was my classmate, we all liked Aunty very much at school - co-education. Auntie used to feel comfortable saying everything at all parent meetings, she had a weird ability to sort things out, once after killing a child in a minor crime at school, Aunty forced the school authorities to apologize publicly and the chemistry of my understanding with her son Rashik was weird, Rashik used to like me very much when he got up in high school. "Your mother-in-law is here"
I will not lie, I also had a weakness towards the zodiac, maybe it is due to age or hormonal excess!
During the coaching of SSC, Rashik used to take me home through the alley of the house and one day the elder brother saw me and scolded me very much. "You don't come with me anymore, the old man scolds. "Well, when I come in a group, your grandfather won't have a chance to gossip."
Rashik was like that, he was not serious about his studies, the result was not as expected, but when he got up in college, he offered me love: "Don't you say anything?"
My family will not accept you and you know my father, he calculates everything. "Wouldn't you accept even if I was established? Rashik, we are still good friends, get rid of other thoughts"
I used to like Rashik but I kept quiet because I knew my father, he had planned everything in the life of four siblings - I didn't keep the courage to step out of it, my father's dream of our two sisters was skyrocketing. Rashik used to come and stand at the corner of the road twice because he was not seen during the holidays.
This result can do nothing for you, you walk the path of fulfilling your dreams and I am by your side" Yes, Rashik's mother was always thinking positively.
They have a sense of self-worth. Please do this at home.My mother used to say: This woman doesn't rule the children herself. They won't be human in life."
Although many parents were annoyed, we all liked Aunty very much. Even though everyone was busy in the battle of admission test, we used to see Rashik chatting or hanging out. Rashik, at least be serious now, what will you do if you don't get a chance anywhere?
If you promise, I'll take life seriously and promise. I used to laugh when I heard him say that in the admission war I got a chance in Oxford in the east but I didn't get a good subject because I was nearing the end of the number. Distance will never be a wall between us"
Hey, does distance matter or zodiac in this age? But new friends and arrogance got me, I started avoiding him. In the virtual world, it was limited to like comments. If I wrote something in my post, I would block him. I would block him again. Dad - In fact, it can be said that my father bought the pot with the money. Seeing the first class government official, our attitude changed. Although the businessman did not have much education of his father, he attached great importance to it. At his sister's wedding, his father lit up the whole area and invited over a thousand people. Rashik could not come to the wedding because there was a test, but after the wedding there was an arrogance in all of our family, I will not deny One day I saw him appear in front of the department
At least tell me what's wrong with me? "Why don't you say real money in front of my department. Why did you stop communicating like this without showing any reason? What is my crime? You are a bigoted person and my father told me not to marry anyone other than the BCS cadre.
Give me some time, I'll be ready but promise you'll be mine. On the third day in front of the department, I called my aunt and told her about my son's quarrel. She wanted to meet me.
As far as I know, there is a good understanding between you. Why did everything change in a hurry? Rashik is my only friend, nothing else and my father has arranged my marriage.
I know I saw a mistake or my son misunderstood, but I can promise that if you stay by his side, your family will one day agree.
Aunty left the restaurant that day without saying anything after I told her about my inability Chapter. Anyway, one day when I came back home, I heard that Aunty or my parents came to ask me, but my father insulted her in the final way and after talking about Aunty's weakest thing, she left the house crying, my mother said for life. "If these women do not rule the children, they will not be human."
He was also hurt by his father's words. Yes, Rashik had a weak spot. Rashik's father left his two children and married his assistant in a hurry. Aunty came out with two children and fought alone, but did not want to live with anyone's grace. My father was arrogant. What is the guarantee that the son will not get the nature of the father?
I haven't heard from Rashik since then, the phone was off, I wasn't in the virtual world, I didn't even get to my friends - where did they leave the area? After Rashik was lost, I realized that when I went out, my eyes would be on them - I didn't see them, but it didn't take long for us to realize what nature's revenge was. The parents who had drowned in arrogance by marrying Apu came back to the in-laws What's wrong with them! What is the nature of a boy in the group? Dulabhai's cousin got a chance in the BCS administration and married the daughter of a secretary in secret but there was talk of marrying me, then his father's business partner went abroad with a huge amount of money - dad And he couldn't cope.
Even those who were helped by my father at one time don't look back at us now. It got stuck in my father's head. He is being punished for doing wrong, but I didn't get any news from Rashik. I am in a private firm And I have been anxiously awaiting the man whom I once returned to fall into the trap of greed,
One day, Rashik's mother called from an unknown number and asked for our home address. We assumed that she might come home, but the courier got a wedding card and another note for us. Both of them are working in Toronto now, just to get married
I want blessings for the newlyweds and everyone must come to the wedding. It is not difficult to see the passing of two from a reputed varsity on the card. Maybe the source of identity is there. Well, did I expect anything else? Forget that nature sometimes takes terrible revenge! Our arrogant and greedy minds, which were once turned away by trivial thoughts, have not been completely broken, but have become stronger, but we can only feel how much has been lost from our lives.
Thank you.
Attitude of Priyanti
At the end of the operation, the ship is finally heading towards St. Martin. The head is resting. Let's finally get the network. It feels good to think that we will get the network again, it seems that it would be better if we don't get it again. Sometimes it is better to isolate yourself from everything.
Priyanthi used to say this on honeymoon but I have to take her to St. Martin. We will watch the sunset together. How are you If you left me alone and went to St. Martin, then you have the news. I will not let you come to me anymore. Do you understand, Mister?
After anchoring the ship, I thought that there is no walking on the ground for many days, I went to St. Martin and came back a little. So I left without thinking about anything else. I am walking in St. Martin and I remember all the words of Priyanti again and again. I have never been to St. Martin since I met her. Finally I came to St. Martin but alone. Many days you don't even meet or talk with your girlfriend My last meeting with Priyanthi was not done. I went to her city to see her for the last time, but I did not dare to leave her city. It seemed to me again and again that I was leaving my sweetheart. I am leaving my existence in this city.
I decided I would watch the sunset today. This is exactly the afternoon we wanted together. I took the phone in my hand and tried to call his number a few times but I couldn't. I thought it would be great to be with my girlfriend today.
I went to the front a little while walking on Sea Beach. Tourist season is over now. Many people are coming around to watch the sunset. Suddenly I stopped and saw a familiar face. A girl is looking at the sea very anxiously. A boy is standing with his hands on his shoulders. The color of the henna on the girl's hand is still very dark. I understood that she got married a few days ago. The honeymoon is coming. The girl is no more .... Priyanti !!
Priyanthi was shocked to see me suddenly. Once I thought to talk but later I thought again that it would not be right to give up the right and ask for the right again. Be happy with her new life. I always wanted to see him happy.
Priyanthi is looking at me. Her eyes are blinking. Maybe she will cry now. I just looked into her eyes once and then quickly dropped the sunglasses. People in defense don't have to look. The depth of the feeling cannot be understood by anyone.
It's sunset time. Nothing can be missed. Today's sunset is very special because today my girlfriend is with me. I took a pack of cigarettes out of my pocket and held a cigarette. Although I promised my girlfriend I would never smoke again. But i know promises are made to be broken.
Priyanthi and I are both looking at the sea. Cigarettes are running out and the sun is disappearing into the sea. Finally, our dream of watching the sunset together came true. But I am alone and he is with someone else. Is it under one sky? That's Enough for me.
I didn't understand when the packet of cigarettes ran out. I love the person who thinks the most or misses the most while standing in front of the sea. Today I understood the meaning of the word.
Today I remember a poem recited to Priyanthi. "I'll take you to see the sunset one day." I will go to see the vastness of the sea. I will hold hands and see the sun and the sinking love of the sea. You know!
How deep is the love between the sea and the sun? What a distance between them. Still, at the end of the day, the two become one by following the rules. Would you say who is this merger?
Love? Or show people!
I don't know who I am thinking about and I don't want to know. I just know that today all my feelings have to be lost in the middle of this huge sea. From today I am a feeling zero person.
Thank you.
Second Travel IV
It reads, 'The authorities will not be responsible for any accident here. I will be responsible for my death. ' Megher was the first to twist the inside of his chest to sign here. The inside was filled with fear and panic. Then as soon as he got up on the bridge and took one step, he died. After reaching the desired place of the bridge, seeing them, the skilled Nepali coach smiled mischievously. And said, "Welcome to hell, where are you from for suicide?" Then I was holding my breath for fear of the clouds. First experience, so Cloud took a while to answer.
But the girl quickly replied, 'Bangladesh'. There is nothing in the eyes of fear, panic, anxiety. Even when he comes for the first time, his face is as if he has the experience of coming here thousands of times. The girl is being taught safety belt at the waist and shoulders. T-shirt in full sleeve white and pink color combination, blue jeans pants and sneakers. The brown hair is curled up high on the head. Playing light waves from the middle of the hair. Another skilled coach fastened a belt around the girl's legs. And he said in English, 'Think and stand on the deck.' Looking at the rope barrier, the girl uttered with her mouth, 'Huh'. At the end of the trainer's rope barrier, the girl stood at the end of the deck adjacent to the hanging bridge. Half of the feet are on the deck, the other half is off the deck. Standing on that deck, there is a huge open sky in sight and two green hills like monsters on both sides. The blue color of the sky has come and merged with the top of the hill. The color of the soil peeking through the green plants. The girl's hair is flying in the show air. The Himalayan snow-capped river flows through the middle of two huge green hills. Sratosbini This is a bridge hanging over two hills 160 meters above the Koshi river. Standing on the bridge, the huge rock below looks like sand. Standing on a small deck in the middle of that hanging bridge, the girl's eyes were mischievous, restless. Hearing the name of that game makes people's bodies creepy. When you stand on the deck for the first time, you feel confident from the soles of your feet to your head. The sound of thumping gradually increased in the middle of the chest. Many showed courage and stood on this deck and retreated in fear. And the girls grabbed the trainers and screamed in fear. And standing there, there is no instability in the girl's eyes, no fear, no worries. His whole body fixed on the goal. Bengali on him again. When a Bengali girl sees an arshola, she grabs another by the fright. Before the girl jumped from the 160 meter high bridge there, she was so lively, so happy to smile. The cloud was surprised to think. A trainer said to the girl from behind, "Three ... two ... one ... bungee.
The girl spread her wings like a bird. Then jumped. 180 meters down. To taste the feeling of the heart stopping from the ears in the huhu air. The barrier of the legs hung over the rope. He is tasting from the mountains, smelling the rocks and the fast flowing Himalayan river. Tasting the moment before suicide.
Bungee is the name of a game. An international brand called "Dadhya Last Resort" has rented two hills in Nepal and built a hanging bridge over it. Which has been placed at an altitude of 180 meters above the Himalayan glacier river. From where everyone tied an elastic rope with their feet and jumped into the chest of this river flowing through the chest of stone. That's what Bungee says. Bungee is the name of a terrible feeling for everyone. But whoever gives it once will draw him again and again. It is also called the feeling of suicide. At first, even the tallest young man stepped on the floor, but he became frightened. There a Bengali girl jumped fearlessly. Whose voice is also different. Where the sky cuts the air with screams after the boys and girls jump. Megh K is thinking about the girl's voice there.
After a while, the girl pulled the belt. The trainers pulled the girl up by pulling her waist belt. The girl's eyes were then calm, calm. The girl got up, unbuckled her belt and sat down on the seat next to the bridge. Then the girl was being prepared with him. The trainer told the girl to stand on the deck. The girl then grabbed it and stood there. It was not moving at all. What a horrible game to be afraid of yet come to taste that. The cloud spread a little on the lips thinking. This time the naughty girl who was sitting laughed. It is as if pearls are falling in laughter. It was as if it had been covered behind pink lips for so long. The girl wearing the safety belt spoke to the naughty girl, - "Don't read the book at all. Don't you think I'm afraid too?"
According to this source, the name of the naughty girl also became known to Megher. Wow, the name is pretty. The cloud raised the eyebrows in my mind. By increasing the level of laughter. The girl with the belt was made to stand on the deck with the help of the trainers. Standing on the deck, the girl is holding the book in one hand. The book smiled softly and said, - The rope barrier on your own feet. Will you make me stand on the deck without tying the rope now? I will not die by myself. But hit me right.
Don't say that. I am very scared. You can imagine how deep 160 meters my soul went Ray. - "Hey, don't be afraid. Stand on this side. If you hear a word, you won't be afraid anymore." The girl immediately looked to the front. This is the proof that he closed his eyes and believed in the book. The book pressed his lips and said, - "I've been thinking of one thing since I came. What if someone gets a huge hiss while jumping, Ray Anu?" - You don't. What all the thoughts come to your mind, father. And what would people think if they heard it softly?
Hey, here in Kedah, he knows the meaning of Hisu again. He knows everything in Hindi. And everyone knows English in English. And I'm speaking in pure Gaia language. There is no need to be careful. Well, listen, what will you do if you get 'one'? Or are you jumping all over the bed, and you? Silent bastard, nothing stuck in your face.
What will happen if a boy gets a 'two' by wearing a belt around his waist? The girl standing on the deck jumped up laughing. Punthi burst into tears and shouted, Is there a record of the story of 'Ek Dui' that the two of us will look for together?
To be continued.
Patience and Run
As I was about to confess, my friend Johnny came over and said, "Are you going to do bad things from today?" I took Johnny aside without seeing the situation. It took a lot of hard work to get Neha. Now, in this last time, Abul Ta has to make a fuss. Johnny is a simple type of boy since childhood. I put it aside and said, - What are you talking about? You mean, like, saltines and their ilk, eh?
Johnny said, - Will you sleep with a girl as a boy from today? Isn't that a bad thing? - Shall I just sleep? I will do many more things. - I thought you were my best friend. In the end, you also went the wrong way.
With that, Johnny left. The poor man's heart is broken. It is better to be simple, it is not good to be so simple. But he himself is the father of one child. I remembered that I still had to confess. If you don't say yes, stay away from sleeping, even if you see them talking, people will think I am doing bad things.
The marriage ended in the right way. I think I got married a little early. It was not right to get married at noon How can I wait till night? I texted Neha, "I can't wait any longer". Neha replied, "For what?" With eye-catching emoji. If I had known before that it was so difficult to be patient at this time, I would have got married a little later. I entered Facebook and saw that Neha had uploaded the wedding photos. The caption reads, "Two years ago I shared a book in the library with two people. Today he is my son-in-law." I wondered if I would react to profit or haha.
I remembered the library that day. As soon as she picked up the book "You" written by Humayun Ahmed, a girl came and said, "Brother, I have been looking for the book for a long time. If you could read another book with it, it would be useful." An agreement was reached between us. One day he will read, another day I will read. We read a book that could be finished in one sitting for a month. As much as I read, I would leave a note in the book after reading. Addressless. He used to do the same. There were two reasons for not giving the address. The first is that there is no chance of being caught I can't give any proof that I wrote the note for that purpose. And the second is that we both know the purpose of the notes. So the address was not needed. That's how it started.
Neha did not agree to the marriage. He can't leave his parents and come to an unknown unknown place. But I could not explain to Neha that every girl needs to be sacrificed. Finally I took Johnny's wife to Sabita Bhabi. Sabita may be the most perfect example of self-sacrifice.
Neha, I, Sabita Bhabi once told Bhabi while talking, - I think please tell the story of your son Neha wants to know.
Sabita thought, - And don't tell me, sister, Johnny doesn't know it yet. He knows we bought Babu money. Johnny doesn't even know we sleep together. The house is always stocked with wine. We serve cold drinks at the end of the night when we need it. The night I don't eat, I have to sleep in another room.
Neha asked, - Brother Johnny didn't understand that you were pregnant?
No. I was at my father's house for a year. One day I was caught and eaten. Later I drank more water so I continued to feel fat.
Seeing that a girl could make such a sacrifice for her family, Neha realized that she too should leave her parents. Not quite. Sometimes you have to go for a walk.
Leaving aside the confusion, I gave a profit reaction to the wedding film Haha if you say to sleep on the sofa at night again? Of course I can't wait until night. I came out of Facebook and came to Messenger and texted Neha again,- Let's run away.
Neha replied, - People run away before marriage, not after marriage. I don't understand so much. So how do you escape in front of so many people now? Said if there is any plan. I also find it boring. Come to the roof under any pretext, I'm coming too.
I asked a friend at the back of the house to bring a ladder. Ladder to get down from the roof. I don't know what will happen in our life after marriage. But I already understand that human life will be miserable. I may be the first person to run away with his married wife.
Thank you.
Swearing
Swearing is the word that, we mention someone with bad words, or we called them alternative name. When someone get angry, then he or she screaming with swearing word. Today I'm going ti tell you a story about swearing. Let's start.
I will go to my girlfriend's house. I was getting dressed. 5 year old nephew Araf came and said, Mimi will go with you.
Son! does what he tells me. You don't have to see whose nephew. Despite my reluctance, I made the wire and went out
I got on the bus and sat on the wire lap. Suddenly a bus came and rubbed on the window of this bus.
The two bus drivers and their helpers were abused for 10 minutes. Later, everyone stopped the abuse by explaining.
My niece took a bite of the chocolate in her hand and asked, "What is Mimi Bain * d?"
This question of his in the crowded bus struck my head without a cloud! Amata amata somehow told him, "Bain came from baim fish and cho * came from rice, rice is made with rice. I mean the man now wants to eat rice with baim fish."
Araf said with wide eyes, "Do people want to eat rice with baim fish during a fight?" I said with a Bengali face like five, "Hmm."
After a long time I came to my girlfriend's house. Aunty was very happy to see me and Araf. He saw his elder sister's son after many days, so he started caressing her with his lap. Mashallah to see my niece. Nadusanudus rasgolla type. He wants to caress her whenever he sees her. When someone goes to give pappi to his red rasgolla type cheek, he says, "Give pappi gently but don't spit."
My girlfriend's mother hugged Araf for a long time. He gave a lot of chocolates. Then he asked Araf, "grandson, tell me what you will eat with?
I was sitting next to her talking to my girlfriend. Araf said, "Bain * the khab."
I looked at my aunt and saw that she had fallen unconscious. Before Aunty regained consciousness, I hurried away with Araf.
The mood has been bad since morning. Today the potter will come to see me. I am breaking up the previous 10 marriages with "10 ways to break up marriage". This is the 11th marriage proposal. There is no 11th way to break up a marriage. What to do now? I have been thinking of the 11th way to break up the marriage since morning. Feeling we have 'Run out of gas' emotionally. There is no timely supply of intelligence.
After wearing a raw yellow sari, I went and sat in front of the pot. My older sister, Araf's mother, clung to me like Jerry all the time, so that I wouldn't have to dress up. After a while, Fuchut looks at me again and again with a little face like a rat through the gap of the curtain or the door. Without looking back, I said, Apa used to show her face like this through the gap in the screen How do you know rats like rats. "
Apa's face turned black but she stayed around. Dad's strict instructions this time I do not do anything contradictory. You have been given the responsibility to see that. Apa is performing her duties with great enthusiasm and after a while she is looking at me like a rat through the gap of the curtain or the door.
Nah, I haven't been able to do anything yet. I am thinking what can be done. And I am serving food to the guests with a change of heart.
So the pot's mother said, "My son likes to eat. After marriage, he will cook and feed him with his own hands."
I said to myself, "Auntie, you could have married your son to the chef of Hotel Sheraton. You have come to irritate me unnecessarily.
My niece Araf got up on the pot and said, Uncle Uncle do you eat bain * d?
There was a medium-sized earthquake inside the house. The mother of the pot will not marry here. Araf's words made my father very angry. Apparently he is not coming in front of his father for fear.
I hugged Araf in front of my father and brought him to the room with a loud pat on the cheek. Araf is afraid of Karla. And so he never said to eat baim fish with rice.
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Scratch the jinn
The sky broke all day and it rained heavily in the afternoon. Immediately darkness fell all around. Since there was no work, I was sitting on the verandah drinking tea and looking at the thick mango tree in front of the house. Pretty thick mango tree. Every year bees hive on the tree. I have heard that the tree that has more bees is inhabited by jinn. Although nothing has come to light so far, I cannot deny that. How can I deny that it is in the Holy Quran? Sometimes I ask myself, do jinns really live in trees? Who knows.
How lonely it feels to have no one to talk to when it rains. It would have been nice to get wet with someone in the rain today. Many days are not wet in the rain.
Even if it rains before evening, the sky is not clear. After dusk, everything is covered in pitch black darkness.
Except for a little while in the evening, Piku came to our house with an umbrella in his hand. As soon as I entered the house, he stood in front of me like an idol. He looked so upset. His eyes were threatening two dangers. What a fear trying to come out through the eyes. He wants to say something but can't say it openly . What happened? Did your aunt let you come this evening? "Jubuda has become a problem." Piku said in a low voice. What's the matter?
Mom is telling you to go once. How is Kajal Bhai doing? ” "What! ... What happened to Kajal?"
I don't know, there's no one at home. You're really good once."
Listening to Piku's words, it is understood that something terrible has happened. So I went out without wasting a moment Suddenly lightning flashed in the sky. Realizing this, it will rain.
Piku had an umbrella in his hand or we would have been exhausted on our way home. Their house is not far away. It is only a five minute walk by the clock. Within these five minutes the hut was called the barbaric rain.
The house, which has always been full of joy, seems to be dead today. As if someone had died in this house. There is no response from anyone The forest behind the house, how many birds call all day and night! But now not a single bird is calling
However, as soon as I entered the house, I realized that there was something wrong. All the strange sounds could be heard in Kajal's voice from outside the house. Humming, chirping, chirping, and accompanied by some strange howls; The sound of screaming was changing for a while. Kajal is a big strong and brave boy. What happened to him suddenly? Why is he doing that?
I went straight to Kajal's room. Piku came and stood behind me. Kajal had been lying down for so long As soon as I stepped into the room, he sat up in bed. Kaki is sitting next to Kajal's head. Seeing Kajal get up and sit down, he seemed to regain his life.
"This is Jubayer coming and my golden boy is recovering." Kaki started crying. This cry may be a cry of happiness or another form of painful cry. This cry is unfamiliar to me. I don't have the ability to catch the form or meaning of mother's crying.
Kajal is looking at me with wide eyes. Mystery and violence are evident in his gaze. This is like swallowing me without water.
Kajal! What happened to you? I heard you are not sick? ”
Kajal almost immediately grunted and said, “No, I'm fine. Whatever you do, go home. ”
I was almost shocked to hear Kajal's words. Kaki started crying again. The reason for the surprise was that Kajal's voice was not normal, it was someone else's voice.
Kajal is not such a boy, he never tried to imitate someone else's voice. The biggest thing is that he never spoke disrespectfully to me. But today you are talking! This Kajal is completely unfamiliar to me.
I looked at Kaki and said, "Kaki has called the doctor?"
Aunty cried and said, “When did your uncle go to call Kabiraj! But he has not returned yet. ”
Uncle Kabiraji does not rely on treatment. Seeing the condition of the boy, he must have got scared. His idea is to scratch Kajal. So maybe Kabiraj went to call.
Since when is Kajal in this condition?"
Wherever he went in the morning, he came home at noon and went to bed. I went to call him for lunch and saw that my body was burning with fever. He has been behaving in such a bizarre way ever since. Then it started raining. ”
Kajal continues to say to me, you go, go home. You go, go home.
His body was not moving even though he spoke. As if he can't get the ball in his body. I could not bear Kajal's problem. Most likely he is emotionally upset. But, there is no reason to be emotionally disturbed. He has all the good qualities. Kajal is a brave and hardworking boy. He should not have any worries about studying, eating and drinking; Bindas spends his life. Then why such strange behavior? Something strange must have happened to him.
“Auntie! Should I call a doctor then? ”
As soon as I finished speaking, uncle Kamrul entered the house with an old man. The old man is probably Kabiraj. It looks like Kabiraj. Long tangled hair on the head, tied a green turban over the hair. The beards are also long but not tangled. Wearing a yellow cloak. His lips are red, it is clear that he has reddened his lips after drinking. Looking at his teeth while laughing, it is clear that he has just become a drinker.
Uncle looked at me and said, “It is good that you have come to Zubair. If you didn't, I would have called myself. You know, there are no people at home now. ”
Kakar's face is full of sadness. Who does not know that the father does not have peace of mind when the son behaves in such a bizarre way!
Seeing that Kabiraj had come with Kakar, Kakki wiped his eyes and took care of himself.
Mr. Kabiraj first said, such an incident from noon today? Feeling we have 'Run out of gas' emotionally.
Uncle said in surprise, you know how? I thought Kaka had discussed all the details with Kabiraj Mashai. But, listening to Kakar's words, it seems that he did not say anything to Kabiraj. Just reported the illness.
To be continued.
Are korean boys gay!
In Korea, like other countries before, handsome or handsome boy meant 'macho', 'dashing', 'rough and tough' etc. And nowadays adjectives like 'pretty' and 'cute' are being used to describe the beauty of boys. Which is the adjective 'feminine' in general! Even those who are not fans of K-Pop are probably at least familiar with the faces of K-Pop stars for the sake of the internet. Surely you have noticed that all the make-up, perfect skin, shiny hair all together do not seem so 'masculine' in their general judgment? The trend has grown so much that Korean boys are rushing to get plastic surgery to become 'pretty boys'. Today's article is about how this trend came about, why it is popular and how it has survived. Boys Over Flowers series poster; Image Source: Pinoy Exchange
A new concept of beauty has been established in South Korea in the first decade of the 21st century through hit TV series like Hannah Yori Dango, Boys Over Flowers, U's Beautiful, Flower Boy Ramyun Shop, Me to Flower, Flower Boy Next Door etc. 'kkotminam or Flower Boys' originates from the Japanese manga. Flower Boyra loves to dress up as a 'metrosexual'. In terms of beauty, it is as perfect and tender as a flower. These flower boys do not hesitate to express the tender, sweet and affectionate aspects of their masculinity. All their attention is on being intensely self-aware, intelligent and perfectly beautiful rather than being a loud 'man'. The flower boy trend has become so widespread that many girls are more interested in these 'flower boys' than the so-called 'masculine' boys. Why is that happening? Japanese Manger Flower Boyara; Image Source: Amino Apps
Many in the society see metrosexuals as gay. As shown in the K-Pop series, this metrosexual flower boy is playing the same girl as Playboy! According to the agenda setting theory of the media, all this is affecting the reality, the demand of girls is changing. The girls consider being a 'flower boy' as an attractive aspect of boys. On the other hand, this trend is spreading despite being 'bizarre' to many as it is becoming more and more popular among girls. The lotus being interesting.
This is a theory of 'Flower Boys', 'Manga / Drama Theory'. There is another theory about its origin, the theory of political economy. I am talking about the infamous economic recession of 1996. Korean girls used to work with boys. But after the recession, the girls were laid off en masse. Frustration tends to change the mindset of girls. Girls begin to be interested in boys of a gentle nature who can deeply understand the mind-nature of girls. Whether he will be amiable like the beautiful boy next door, he will open his heart and love the very ordinary girl. Just like today's 'Flower Boys'. 'Definition' of Flower Boy; Image Source: My Drama List
There are also some historical explanations. It is thought that during the reign of the Shilla dynasty on the Korean Peninsula (56 BC to 935 AD), the military and cultural elites were the Huarang, which means a lot of 'Flower Boys'. From the Chinese sources only the description of the physical beauty of these elites is available. Things changed during the twelfth century under General Wang Keon. The two islands of the north and the south became one and the fame of the Huarands began to wane. The term became synonymous with cosmetics-crazy overly aesthetic, domestic and some homosexuals. But Hoarangra was skilled in war, which is a symbol of masculinity! But in the twentieth century, Japanese mangas changed the picture. Big eyes, fair skin, fragrant body, impossibly stylish - that's how the boy characters were arranged. Homosexuality had nothing to do with this apparent 'femininity'. Rather, they were completely masculine. They cannot be included in Hijra / Gay in any way. The series has also been made with the Hawarands; Image Source: Soompi
Many K-pop fans consider actor Bay Young-jun to be a pioneer in the Flower or Pretty Boys trend. Then came Kim Hyun Jung, Hyun Bin, Kim Bam and others as 'Pretty' actors. Not only the actors, but also the singers came forward. The 'Flower Boy' members of bands like Super Junior, Shiny, Beast took their bands to the pinnacle of fame. The members of the Big Bang band made wearing eyeliner a new trend! After the famous movie Tere Naam movie of Salman Khan in India, it has become a trend for everyone to have longer hair than normal hair. Big Bang Band; Image Source: Jazmine Media
Almost all the participants in reality shows like De-Se Nam, Mainstream Man, etc., have almost put their faces under the doctor's knife and scissors. It is a great achievement for them to brand the concept of 'Flower Boy' as the standard of beauty. And naturally no one is born as a perfect 'flower', so they have to resort to plastic surgery. That is why South Korea is the third largest country in the world in terms of plastic surgery. The first two countries are America and Brazil. In the first country 1 in 61 people and in the second country 1 in 90 people underwent plastic surgery. But how much do you know about it in South Korea? 1 in 43 people!
To be continued.
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The angry Jinn
Nurul Islam is rushing to the hospital with his youngest daughter Dilruba in the middle of the night. Because suddenly Dilruba's nose and ears are bleeding profusely. No one can say what happened, how it happened or whether someone killed it. The dispute with Nurul Islam over his land has been going on with his cousins for a long time. So they think that they may have come home in the dark of night and killed him to get revenge. On the way to the hospital, Nurul Islam decided not to forgive them this time because they have started playing with life. When they reached the hospital, they were in more trouble. One is the hospital in Sadar police station, which is far away from the village. The environment here is very secluded. They have had to get a lot of speed to get so far from home. There is no car, there is no hospital ambulance. Even then, after five houses in their house, a man who drives to Dhaka comes to the village every Thursday, convinces him so many nights and brings Dilruba to the hospital. Looking at The dog is constantly salivating. Abdullah sees it! Hooray! He tried to chase the dog away but it didn't move a hair. Instead, it started making a rumbling sound with its mouth. Went ahead. As soon as they left, the dog was licking the blood droplets on the ground. Seeing this, Abdullah and Nurjahan's body became a little confident. It goes without saying that there was no doctor in the hospital so late at night. Even then, Nurul Islam, his eldest daughter Nurjahan and youngest son Abdullah searched the entire hospital room and found a nurse sitting in a chair.
Sister! Look here! My daughter! My daughter's nose, ears are bleeding?" "What did you say? Where's the patient? Gee down, I mean I'm down with my older daughter, don't hurry!"Come on, let's go!"
Nurul Islam, Abdullah and the nurse went down and were shocked. The whole floor is covered in blood. Dilruba has no sense. Nurjahan's hands, clothes were all stained with blood. Nurse Taratahuri took him to a room on a stretcher. There he lay on a bed and began to clean the blood by pressing it with a cotton ball. But it is not working. The blood is falling. Nurul Islam got scared this time. Said Apa! What happened to my daughter? Will she survive? Did anyone kill her? I don't know what to do. Just hold your nose and see if the bleeding stops."
Then the nurse held her nose but it didn't work. The nurse's fingers are completely covered in blood.
Well listen! If you (Nurjahan K) hold on a bit, I'll call the doctor, sir! He'll actually understand what happened."
The nurse moved a little and took out the phone. It is now 3:20 pm. I don't know what to call sir so late at night. Then he called. After talking to him, he told them
Look, sir is in Dhaka now. He will leave tomorrow morning. So he suggested an injection to me. I will push that now. I think it will work. Even if not immediately.
Saying this, he brought an injection and pushed. But the blood is going after. Nurul Islam's family has never seen so much blood before. Even if a cow is slaughtered, maybe not as much blood comes out as Dilruba's nose and ears are coming out. Nurul Islam started crying. What happened to his darling girl! Seeing this, Abdullah got angry. Telling the nurse with a rebuke
Have you become a doctor? You can't stop bleeding from a patient's nose! See if anything happens to my sister!"
Speak politely. If you speak in such an indecent manner, if you misbehave, I will not see your patient but I will send you away from here. That is why you have come here at a strange time when there are no doctors or nurses in the hospital.
To be continued.
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Self Murder
It's been two hours since I committed suicide by hanging myself on a rope. I'm still hanging out. So far no one was able to send in the perfect solution, which is not strange. I know that in a few moments the roll of tears will go away, and I will smile when I see them. In this gap, I do not have any calculations, for what reasons it was reasonable for me to commit suicide.
After much thought, I was able to find out 3 reasons behind the suicide. But I do not understand the exact reasons. Very vague. Mother's voice can be heard. In a few moments, father also came. They were all supposed to be hanging on my ropes as normal. I suffered a lot. I was wondering who wouldn't cry for me? The police are asking different questions to different people. While I was still hanging, two policemen carefully lowered me. He packed the body and sent it for postmortem. I've been here alone for a long time. I'm a little scared. It would be nice to have a cup of tea. When I am very scared, I get thirsty for tea. The throat is hurting too. I remember my mother saying that if she could stay in the world for a few more days, some more calculations could be done.
The morgue is smelling very foul. I don't want to stay here for another moment. I can see three doctors. It looks like they are drug addicted. One doctor tells another that everything is fresh for boys this age. Separate the kidneys as soon as possible to get a good price. They are trying to cut from the part of my throat to the bottom of my stomach with something like a big chapati. I'm groaning in pain. At a very young age, when I went to play ball, I turned upside down and got stuck in the upper part of my teeth with my teeth. Seeing this, my father was upset. If my father could see today that three doctors are cutting my body like this, I don't know how much my father would suffer.
I was surprised to think that we have the ability to end our own lives One million people choose this path every year Even in societies where suicide is illegal or prohibited, people commit suicide But there are only 30 forensic experts in Bangladesh, out of which 4 are female forensics but there is no female dome. If I were a woman today, this male Dom would strip me naked and show me his knife game. My mind trembled at the thought. If a woman dies with a strong desire to get out of the male society, but the last time she is in the world, Tukuo has to bury her with that male dome and give away the last Tukuo.
Why am I thinking so much? I am a man. My hair-splitting analysis is being done by a man. I got peace of mind. The male dome is very carefully transferring my kidneys, liver, lungs and brain and soaking them in salt water. I am looking at my own kidneys, liver and lungs with my underlying eyes. This is a terrible thing. All my past has been floating in front of my eyes since I committed suicide. Looks like someone played my past on VCR and I'm looking at it like a picture. Sometimes I am laughing at my past VCR and sometimes I am breaking down in tears. If you can go back a little and describe the past, it will be useful to understand the crisis of life. Running past number 1 in VC.
January 18, 2018, is my 19th birthday. My friend Rupak (pseudonym) took me to the deep forest with a cake to surprise me. No one was seen around except me and my friend. I was surprised and said, why are you bringing me here? I'm afraid let's go. The cake can be cut somewhere in the locality. Rupak said, crazy or can I surprise you locally! This is the ideal place to surprise you. I also happily agreed to leave. I cut the cake and thought to myself how beautiful life is. Trouble ensued when I saw a huge man in front of us hiding and watching us all. Before we knew it, the man jumped on us. Within minutes a few more people gathered around us. With two thick ropes, he took our hands behind his back and tied the pit-mortar. I can't breathe. The metaphor's face has turned red. I'm very ashamed. I keep asking what is wrong with us? Why are you bothering us. The big man has only one thing to say, we are smugglers. They will tie us up until the police come. A large stick was brought to beat us. As I got younger, I got scared of metaphors. I am sitting at the man's feet and pleading in a tearful voice. Asking us to leave. Nothing will melt his mind. He called someone to be more strict with us, to bring a box of coffins. They will kill us and throw us somewhere in the coffin. Our fears are growing. I am standing silently without any hope. For about 30 minutes our hands were tied. Fear, I could not speak properly. And if we find out about such a false accusation in our house, how can we show our face? They are really wanting to die now. On the way a man came to us and said, "If you pay us fifteen thousand rupees, we will be released." We asked for a mobile, I will manage the money with a call. Given the mobile, the metaphor wisely tried to tell a friend of ours the whole incident in size gestures. We got a little hope back. Friends came and took us away. We figured out everything from the man's identity. I swear, we will punish the man severely, but we have to be patient. When I become a magistrate and a metaphorical big law-year, we can punish as we please. I will pick up the man from his house on the same day. We also fixed a time of January 17, 2023, on this very day we will punish the man according to our wishes.
I was upset to see the past. I should have survived till January 17, 2023. Will the metaphor alone be able to judge the man well? I feel very restless and don't like to think about anything. Dom replaced everything in my body again. He is sewing the cut part of my body with a thick needle. My body was disinfected with chemicals. He wrapped it in a shroud and left it in the coffin. A doctor says if there is anyone outside the body, hand it over. All three doctors left. I'm alone now.
I again tried to find out the three reasons for suicide. Trouble is brewing because I am finding the logic behind suicide as well as an anti-logic. Am I the only one responsible for my death?
The police will be able to know this answer after looking at the forensic report. I also want to know who is actually responsible. What is my punishment if I am responsible?
To be continued.
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Rewards
I was quite surprised to see my mother-in-law in my room in the morning. The marriage has been going on for six months but one day she could not bring it to the room even after many calls. Today, I am happy to hear about my illness. In fact, I was very fond of my mother since I got sick, at least missing my mother will be a little less. But my mother-in-law did not let me stay happy for long. I saw him coming and said, why is mother standing outside? Come in and sit down.
The mother-in-law then said, "What are you going to do?"
Even though I was a little hurt by his words, I managed to say, well mother, I will be careful. - If you obey me, you are a good mother-in-law, but are you saying that all these are signs of corona? I'm telling you, if you don't have corona, then we'll be fine too. You better go to your father's house. Go to the hospital and get tested, come back healthy.
Kolalona dared to agree with her mother-in-law. She was forced to return to her father's house with a sick body.
I went to the hospital and took the corona test but it was negative. In two days I recovered. I thought my father-in-law's house has a big nanadi, mejo nanadi, and the big grandfather of the house and his wife. I'd rather stay at my father's house for a week.
But what happened, on the fourth day the news came that the mother-in-law was very ill. Corona is positive. She is being treated at home. Big Nanda, Mejo Nanda has fled to her father-in-law's house. Even her favorite son's bride-o. So my father-in-law sent me the news to leave. She was afraid to go to her mother-in-law's side.
I packed my clothes and went back to my father-in-law's house. Mother-in-law was completely locked in a room. He is not allowed to leave the house. Eating and drinking are completely different from ours. I went through PPE for two weeks with all the services I need, including medicine.
Brother, Nanadi all called from a distance and inquired from time to time. Mother-in-law slowly recovered completely. Everyone started coming home again. Many people came to see the neighbors after hearing the news of mother-in-law's health. Many said, "Sister, you have to get a wife like a son's wife. The way you have been healed by service, you really have to pray for her with open heart."
My mother-in-law doesn't like these women at all. She raised her voice and said to everyone, if there is no life, if there is no strength of one's own body, does one get healed in the service of others or not?
My mind then burst into tears. The Creator does not really forgive anyone. He rewards even through deeds.
I remembered about our fianc হয়নিe. I was not married then. The wife was brought to the house for my elder brother. I would be happy if I could insult her in front of everyone by making mistakes in her every work. Bhabhi would become unpleasant to everyone. On the other hand, Bhabhi would work hard all day to win our hearts. Giving, washing clothes, fixing the bed were all done by Bhabi alone. Even though I was a healthy and strong girl of the same age as Bhabi, even after I had all the strength to help Bhabi at work, I used to clean my room with her. I would wash my clothes with Bhabi without washing myself.
Bhabhi used to do everything quietly, never did the protest. I looked at the dim light of Bhabhi's tortured curious gaze and understood his inner anguish and sadness, what Bhabhi wanted in return for all this. A little satisfaction in return for everything and a little place in everyone's mind. I could clearly see the pressure of intense desire to be a happy person with everyone.
Even after so much hard work, the title I used to give at the end of the day was the maid of the house. When she came as a wife, she had to do everything just like that. If she didn't do it, who else would do it? Like me, she may have a body, but she can't be sick, she may want to work, she may never want to.
It is the responsibility of the housewife to make up for the housework by throwing away all the ailments of her body.
Today, after marriage, I also became a wife in someone else's house like Bhabi. When I also became desperate to become dear to everyone like Bhabi, when I was working hard forgetting all the pains of the body. When no one talks about my illness. I forgot my own body and I was trying my best to make a place for myself in their minds by gaining the satisfaction of everyone, then the Creator thought and took revenge with appropriate education. And he explained to me with the reward of my past deeds, nature does not give relief to anyone except the fruits of karma. I just need to wait for the time.
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Internship Complete
I am posting without getting any solution. If possible, please help with information. When I got married I just joined the job after completing the internship
Married to family choice, the program was held 3 months after the cabin. I did not stay at my father-in-law's house because I did not get leave, I had to join Mymensingh within 7 days. My husband is the only son and Nandara all work. None of them got up in time, so we both went to Dhaka on weekends to do wedding shopping.
With all these things and not having an in-laws house after marriage, I have a good distance with my in laws family.
My grandparents have been living in my in-laws house from the beginning, including the baby and the husband, which my parents did not know at the time of marriage.
I would probably go to Gazipur once in 15/20 days, if there was a holiday, there would be extreme unrest. I used to be upset but if these things were important, life would not go on. We started Tonatuni's life in Mymensingh
A few days later my husband's problem started, everything was fine after marriage, 3/4 months after his condition (I don't want to explain 18+)
I started to miss Miss Carriage for unknown reasons, Test report is normal. My husband was scared in the regular room, walking around the house at night like a Lilliputian type, holding his chest almost at night, trying to kill him.
I don't understand the new wife and don't tell the truth. Suddenly he was diagnosed with diabetes, Fasting 22. I was very surprised, there is no message in this situation. Insulin continued to run. After 2/3 months of high pressure, Anti hypertensive lasted for three consecutive months. He was then 27 years old
After 2 years like this, my father-in-law took me to a big master in Madhupur, there was no solution. I went to many Huzur and Muslim Kabiraj in Gazipur, NO Rasult. Everyone says there is no problem related to genes
In the meanwhile my elder nun's husband was paralyzed by an accident, he was taken to his father's house in Comilla, he is now in Comilla. My mother-in-law also died 1 year later, she was sick, but not in a condition to die
Nanda used to shout about her mother-in-law's physical condition, why she didn't come and take care of me, she used to scold me a lot, she used to despise her mother and why she didn't die.
Suddenly my mother-in-law got sick, water froze in her lungs, she had kidney failure, I couldn't save her even after keeping her in ICU for 5 days, I tried a lot.
My big sister-in-law took care of the family after all these accidents. She is still at my mother-in-law's house with her children. [In the 3 years since the death of my mother-in-law, my father-in-law has got married 3 times and has seen many wives, maybe his psychological disorder.
My father-in-law got married for the second time against the wishes of his elder sister-in-law. He couldn't even take her home. The woman became ill, became paralyzed and got divorced for unknown reasons.
After 6 months, the father-in-law got married again and brought his wife home. Her name was Ayesha. My sister-in-law used to threaten him that he would die if he stayed in this house. The nuns would not quarrel with Ayesha Maar, there would be quarrels, there would always be a horrible atmosphere at home.
Ayesha's mother came to my house, she used to get paranormal feelings at home. One afternoon he got chest pain without any reason, he died on the way to Dhaka by ambulance, it is 4/5 months after marriage
Mother was a very pious woman, she used to teach Qur'an to her children and pray 5 times. As much as I was shocked by his death, I got the cost. In this Corona Crisis, my father-in-law remarries
Good thing he moved to a different house with his new wife. Less than two months later, my father-in-law and the woman got divorced. I heard that the woman went crazy after marriage.
I just sat in Dhaka and listened, I didn't even go to the wedding, I didn't see the woman. It happened at the father-in-law's house. Tell my story. Running 5 years of marriage I could not be a mother. Being miscarried, the gynecologist showed, I have no problem
Husband's condition is the worst. She is very weak physically. He says that someone kills him at night, wakes him up and sees pain all over his body, it happens every 7/8 days. Sometimes he dreams that I am beating him, the next day he wakes up with a lot of pain
The most frightening thing is that his body sometimes gets hot like fire, then at this moment the eyes are yellow. Touching the skin feels like a blaze of fire. After 2/3 hours it is normal, then the eyes are fine. Are these normal? Is any of you like that?
I have done the treatment thinking it is a problem for so long. Husband himself is a Govt Doctor, doing FCPS in internal medicine, his MD course and running. The medical level is as high as possible
He prayed five times from his childhood, the day he missed one or two times, the situation got worse. Rukaiya is light and thin but there is no solution. Now nothing seems normal. After 5 years, it seems that I am on the wrong path
You may think I'm bad now, I suspect Nanda. What she wants is happening. Especially the death of my mother-in-law and mother Ayesha is very unusual.
Even after requesting him for so many years, I have not been able to bring him to my house even once, he is still very angry with me, he wants me to leave his family job and see his children, is it possible? Husband posting in Dhaka, how can I leave this sick man in Gazipur, who will see him eating?
Didn't post to fix family problems. I just explained. She's angry with me & Husband so what's wrong? There is a thing called eye, is this happening? Father-in-law is not at peace at this age, I told the story
One death after another, illness. I'm tired of showing you the doctor. Is it Gene Run? Black magic? Evil eye? Which one? Does anyone have experience? Does anyone know the solution?
Thank you so much for reading.
Second Travel III
The sun shone. This picture is also of that girl. Sweet smile on her face, cup of tea in her hand. There are also clouds. Having tea together. The sun opened another page. The sun was surprised again. The girl is standing by the fountain with her arms outstretched. Megh stood beside him, put his hands in his pockets and smiled. The picture was taken by someone else. The sun opened the endless leaves. There is also a picture. Written with, "You're a sweet morning. So I want the whole soft word. I'm that greedy buddy.
You are a hot afternoon, hot sun. I want these too. You are the dust of the afternoon. I will bathe myself in this dust. You are fascinated by the wind. I also want to own the word fascination. You are the red sun sinking in the western sky. Bishadasindhu in its reddish hue, one of whose rays is a poisonous arrow of sadness. I will face him, I will destroy myself on countless shores. I'm that greedy.
You are twilight, around which I will write hundreds of poems. You are a dark night. He will walk in the darkness I am the boundless path.
You are raining, you are random storms. You will be sad in the storm. And I will mingle with that sadness. Because I'm greedy.
I will rob you of everything in my little heart. You are the sun, the sun is shining. I will voluntarily burn myself in that sun. You be the storm, be the rain, be the wind, give me the poisonous juice of all the sorrows of the world. I will hold it in my heart with both hands. Don't just be serious and cover your moon face with black clouds. I just can't take that tie.
You come out from behind the dark clouds of light. Let your sadness shine in that light. "
The sun is thinking what is the full meaning of this writing? "Everything you have is mine. Happiness is mine. And sorrows are mine. I am greedy so happiness and sorrow are all mine. Give me all your sorrows. I will pierce myself on the poisonous shore of your sorrow. You will rain like rain. There will be trouble. I will get wet in that rain." "But don't be serious. Don't cover the face of the moon with pain in your mind. Give me all the sorrows. Come out as a beacon. Let the sea of sorrows shine in the light."
That's the point. But why did the brother say that. I do not understand anything. The sun opened the next page. Pictures here too. Written above, My luminosity is unique. The sun rising in a piece of my blue sky. My endless love.
This time the sun rose. His idea was right. The sun is shining, - "Brother, why didn't you tell me. They tell me everything from morning to night. And this? Why don't you tell it. Well, you didn't want to give a surprise! Sheet brother! He would have run away. It wouldn't have been such a big mistake. I was at that bus stand too. I could have brought the girl. I felt the miraculous pull of seeing that girl because she was such a close person. "
The sun unknowingly turned over another leaf. Written there,"I went to Nepal and never saw Nepal again. I saw the whole of Nepal in your eyes." The sun paid attention to the following text,
The sky was very clear that day. Just then, in the midst of the bluish color of the sky, white cotton-like clouds began to play hide-and-seek across the sky. The sweet smell of the wind floating from afar, the mind of the cloud is drawing pictures in the imagination with the touch of fascination in the leaves of the heart. Putting his hand on the railing of the hanging bridge, Megha's mind was lost in an unknown feeling. Already someone ran with a growl and walked backwards. That's when the color of the dream painted in the two eyes of the 'cloud' came to be. The cloud rolled back with annoyance to the eyebrows. Then a girl ran and stopped at the middle bridge. Everyone in the back is looking at the girl with blank eyes. Clouds and stared blank eyes. The girl turned around. Mischief was evident in her eyes. Naughty smile on the lips. Megh looked at the girl's eyes. He saw Arerki girl pressing her feet and walking. Maybe the girl will be friends with the cloud. Because the two seem to be the same age. The naughty girl came running to pick up her friend again. Then he said, "Harryup dude! Why are you so scared? I came just like you, didn't I?" Then he ran again and returned to his previous place. The girl is running on the bridge where everyone is afraid to walk slowly. What kind of agility in the eyes of the deer? What kind of mischief? The cloud unknowingly stepped forward. Seeing the naughty girl, a skilled Nepali coach jokingly said, "Welcome to baby, where are you from for suicide?"
It seemed that Megh was coming to Nepal for the first time. When the cloud first landed in Nepal, it landed and went straight to Kathmandu, the capital of Nepal. After a one-night stay at the hotel, we left in the morning with a team of fifteen people to visit the resort called "Dadhya Last Resort". Huhu was rising inside my mind at every moment. Bungee is the most adventure game here. However, before participating here, one has to fill a form in the office of this resort first.
To be continued.
Anura anecdote
This is my life! Her name is Swami? No, it's just men. Body-eating men. There is no love in any of his touches, I have accepted that. So there will be a little Maya! The eyes are no longer obeying the dam. Weeping is going on silently. Maruf doesn't pay attention to that. He is now intoxicated. He doesn't have time to see my tears. Like every day, he still goes back to sleep with his medicine. Wanting to scream and cry. Why so much trouble in one life? And why do people get involved in this body game? What makes you happy? Where I do not find any happiness! What's in it? So, what is Maruf? He doesn't care about anything.
In these few days, the news that I am pregnant is not left to reach the ears of anyone in the house! Pregnancy positive in urine report. The mother-in-law did not say anything good or bad about it. However, it is understood that no one in the house is happy. How unusual it seems for everyone to be so quiet all of a sudden. If I could get a man to eat a little open-minded to talk! I finally found a man. Big Bhabi came and sat up on the bed. I thought he must have come to give me some peace. But, there is a hint of cloud in his face. God knows what you mean. -Anu, how did you do this kamda? Aren't you a little ashamed? - I wonder, what did I do? I do not understand why he is saying this! - Hey, you played Pat in a month, I didn't even think about what to say in Mainz!
Shh! Think! What a language! And did I take the baby on purpose? Who is your brother-in-law? Where is my fault? What will I do if he does not take action? - Yes, I understand, so why are you keeping it? Falai de bachcha. Do I have any hobbies? How can he rejoice if you know Pat? - Think! Don't say these things anymore. I will never kill my child. I did not commit any sin that I should ruin the child. - I said your good laigga. Huh, when will the people of Beda turn their backs? Understand later.
Bhabi's words seemed unbearable. People's taste is so dirty? She herself does not know that a girl has nothing to do with her husband's wishes. O Allah help me. I can not bear the pain! May you have mercy on Maruf. He seemed to obey me. There is no way I can do this wrong. Hate, fear, all together, after a while, as if the body is confused. I can not bear so much unrest.
Mom's body is feeling a little worse this morning. Stomach hungry but unable to eat. There are so many people at home, yet there is no one to bring a little food to bed. If there was a mother, she would have put it in her mouth and fed it now. Suddenly mother-in-law brought pineapple on a plate for Anura. Why did the mother-in-law think of feeding pineapple on an empty stomach when there are so many things? Because I am afraid to understand. People can be so scary! - Wife Vida Boho. Eat pineapple. - Mom, I'm sorry I don't eat pineapple now. - Can't eat? Eat this in front of me.- Mom, I don't eat pineapple. - How dare you! How many times in my mouth. Can you eat? Maruf, where are you? Daho chhodo wife's courage! I don't care.
What? What's up How many mothers do you have? How many Hunna cans? Take this, you eat pineapple. - No, I won't eat. My mother forbade me to eat pineapple. I will not eat in any way. - Why? What if I eat pineapple? - My baby will die playing pineapple. So I don’t eat, not in any way. Please don't force me.
Hearing this, Maruf seemed to stop for a while. He looked at his mother and asked: - Don't you know that eating pineapple spoils the baby? - Who said that? How are you? Nothing. Didn't we eat? - Thauk, Anura didn't need to eat. Do not add. The mother-in-law left with a pile of words on her face. You can't look at Maruf's face! I think he will kill me today.
To be continued.
To be continued.
Second Travel II
The boy left. Then a gentlewoman was calling from the phone. Maybe it was not being received. After a while the lady took the phone. I got in the car then. I wanted to help. But thinking about the boy's embarrassing situation, he did not go down. But I still can't forget that helpless face of the girl, brother. I don't know what problem the girl had? Did the person you were waiting for come? Did the girl get to the safe place at all? I want to know. "Every word from the sun entered the eardrum of the cloud. The pain of the past struck in a sad tone, the heart suddenly began to tremble in the clouds, the thumping sound became louder and louder, the sun touched the chest or side of the clouds, then said,
- "What's the matter, brother. Why is there such a loud noise in your chest? Is your body hurting? Shall I call a doctor?" The sun wanted to go up. The cloud grabbed the sun with one hand. Then he said,
- "Why are you so worried? Nothing happened to me. I was feeling your words. That's why it's happening." Holding the sun in one hand, Megh wiped his eyes with the other hand. Because if you see tears in the eyes of the clouds, the sun will be anxious. Even though the sun is harsh all over the world, the brotherhood is always in full swing. So he hid the cloud and wiped his eyes and said,
- Didn't she see you, girl?
- "Don't tell me brother? The girl has run away. Will you look for me without looking for the one who came for you? You don't see me. Talk like a child nowadays. Besides, I was in the car. The window was a little open. How will the girl see me through those empty windows ?? " Hearing the sun, the cloud muttered, "Hmm. If I see you.
- "What are you whispering, brother? I can't hear anything.
- "I'm not saying anything. Go to sleep now. It's been a long night." The sun did not leave the clouds. Instead, he held her on all fours and said, "Will it hurt you to sleep with your head on your shoulder? How many days will you not put me to sleep? Do you remember? You do your duty like an adult. I have never missed my mother's love for your love. I don't remember any human being called a father. You are my everything, everything. You were my brother but yours ...
- You were my sunshine. I don't need anything else. Talk about it now, sleep. I have to get up tomorrow morning. You have to pack your backpack and catch tomorrow's flight.
- Tomorrow the two brothers will fly in the sky together. How long will I not go out with you, brother? Hmm. Don't listen to the sun, how was the girl to see Ray ?? "I don't know, brother, but the eyes are like two deer. The color inside the eyes is different. There was blood in both eyes. I can't say it like that. You know."
As soon as he heard the words "there was blood in both eyes", he woke up in the clouds. The blood began to freeze like ice. In this winter, the hands and feet of the clouds gradually became cold like ice. The throat is trembling unknowingly. He turned his hand on the head of the sun and said, - I'm very sleepy. Let's go to sleep. The sun rose this time. Then he said, - You lie down. I'm coming from the washroom.
The sun returned from the washroom after five minutes. He sat next to the cloud, wiping his face on the towel. The clouds are turning in the opposite direction. The sun did not call. Spread the towel over the chair. Then he pulled the folded bunker over the clouds. Then he lay down himself. "The light in the room is on. I don't remember to turn it off. Let's turn it off." The sun sat up in my mind. Suddenly an arrow flew from somewhere and fell on Balis. Annoyed, the sun shook the ball. Suddenly two pictures from inside fell on the bed. Rod took the picture in both hands. In the picture, a girl is standing on the opposite side with her hands on the roof railing. The golden sun can be seen in the sky. The sun raised its eyebrows. "How did this picture come here? Brother has it? Why would a brother keep a picture of a girl? Then what brother.
No, what am I thinking. Brother will love any girl and I will not know. It can't be. " The sun shook off the thought. Then the picture below came out. Dense darkness all around. Meanwhile, a girl is leaning on the railing. Hat on head. Leaving the hair. Pink lips. Wearing a hat, the girl looks like a ten or twelve year old child. "But why does it seem so familiar to me, why?" Rod was thinking with his hand on his head. Suddenly the sun rose. The sun is breathing fast. The sun covered his nose and mouth with one hand to stop the sound of breathing.
- "This girl! Where did you find this girl's picture, brother? This girl is the girl I saw at the bus stand. Where did you find this girl's picture, brother? I mean, I thought right. This girl must have a relationship with her brother. I was saying, that's why my brother was so hyper then, did that girl run away for her brother's sake.
No I can't think anymore. Shall I call my brother once? But the brother is asleep. What can I do now?
The sun is now walking all over the house. And thinking deeply. Rod sat in the chair. Woke up again. Well, I'm wondering why. If something like that happens, my brother will tell me. I have to wait until morning.
The sun turned on the dream light. Then he came and lay down quietly. The sun is falling without thinking. The sun is not sleeping at all. The sun rested its head on the cloud's shoulder. He closed his eyes. I thought, there is nothing to worry about. If there is anything like that, of course, brother will say. The sun lifted one hand over the clouds. There was something hard with the elbow of the other hand. The sun searched well with his hands. The sun seems to be a thick book maybe.
"If the book is here, it will disturb my sleep. I would rather put it on the table." Rod carefully took out the book thinking to himself.
As soon as I read the book, I got up from my bed and sat down. "It's not a book. It looks like something out of the ordinary." Diary "It is. Rod opened the first page. There seems to be another picture on the first page. Rod turned on the phone. Then he panicked.
Success stories
Today, after fourteen long years, we met again. Rafiq brother has become very fat. The smoothness of the face is no more. Ink has fallen under the eyes. He is very curious to know how it is!
I went forward, Oma is the same why he is moving away!
How are you Rafiq brother?
What else am I, how are you? Are you married?
Yes Alhamdulillah. I have been married for only six months. Do you understand that you work in this factory?
Yes, I am here as a supervisor. Are you the guest of today's event?
Yes, brother Rafiq. I have been appointed as an executive magistrate in this city. Your factory owner invited me so I came. But it was good to meet you again. I went to the village and heard that you are married. Who are the children?
This is a boy and a girl. Well I have a little work to come. Be well
Yes, well. Be well, brother Rafiq.
Then I came and sat on the stage. After a while the presenter asked to say a word. I also went ahead. I started to tell the story of today's me and my life,
Then I read in the first year of Intermediate. My skin color was not so fair, I was not so smart. But the talent was good. That's why I got A plus in SSC and passed. But the only custom in our Ajpara was to get married when the girl was a little older. Dad was a minor auto driver. But I was very fond of him. That's why he admitted everyone in the village to the local college without thinking about it. There are no words, people fall in love with many things due to age. I read the same. As the days went by I fell in love with a boy.
Rose would secretly observe his movements. One day I reached the star with a note from my girlfriend Saima. I couldn't imagine that he would use such a note.
He dragged me in the middle of the college field and insulted me in front of everyone. Kali, Bhutani etc. say. He also said how dare you fall in love with a boy like me. Have you ever seen yourself in the mirror?
I just threw salt water that day. The boy insulted me so much that day for being black. But the creator who made him the same creator made me. Yet why did he do that to me. Back home that day I could not face anything.
Anger, grief and suicide came to mind. But whenever I saw the innocent face of my parents, I forgot everything. Gradually I forgot everything and focused on my studies. The goal was to become something bigger. My father was my companion in everything. He used to drive the car at night so that he could earn more than two rupees. Gradually the intermediate exam came. I took the exam and got good results. In the middle of this I started teaching the children of the village. After the result, I took the admission test in varsity. I also survived.
I said goodbye to my parents and moved to Dhaka. Meanwhile, his girlfriend Saima once said on the phone that the boy loved a girl. When it became known, the two families got married together. I said stay, no problem. God does what He does for good.
Then the whole five years passed. I passed Honors by getting first class. But I never looked away from any other boy in my life. I tried in BCS after completing Honors. I got admitted in Masters as well. After participating in BCS for three long times, I am standing in front of you today.
But believe me, I never gave up. I have tried very hard, maybe I have succeeded. My husband is the one who proposed marriage to me. I have been married for six months. I am very well. Pray that I will always be well. May you always be good. I ended my speech by saying this.
As I finished speaking, I realized that tears had come to the cornice of my eyes. Anyway, I returned home after the ceremony. I cooked like every day. Husband and wife ate and slept together.
There is a saying that the deeper the night, the more old memories are remembered. That is what happened to me.
I have heard that Rafiq Bhai's wife is arguing about beauty. So who marries the boy or is his last. But Rafiq Bhai did not do the insult because I was black. But today it was bad to see Rafiq's brother. The poor man seemed to be running away. I heard from Saima that Rafiq Bhai was admitted in the same college. The matter of love was known and then due to marriage it was not read anymore. So maybe he is working in garments to take care of his family.
Well, if they had accepted my offer that day, maybe our story would have been different. I fell in love with the man.
Thinking about all this, tears started gathering in the cornice of my eyes again.
Damn what I'm thinking. I have an office tomorrow. The judge has to go to court in the morning. Oh yes you didn't have to say. My husband is a judge. Budd loves me. We have a happy family. He cares for me very much. I love him very much.
Thank you.
Torture's new synonym is fifty-nine winds.
Spoiler alert If you haven't seen the movie and don't want to watch it, you don't need to read
The movies that were released after the opening of the Cineplex had two options, Tenet and Fifty-Nine Winds, because I haven't seen Dorai and Mulan before. Fifty-nine winds, of course, is a Bengali movie, so of course the priority is high, so I went to see Nolan Babu waiting for Mr. Masood Hasan Ujjwal's Fifty-Five Winds, and whatever happens to me with Edge Usual Azaira Sentimental viewers, shows a buffet of Rs 2,000 and grabs a Rs 2 lollipop. He also left the lollipop stick when he left the hall at the end.
I am not so anxious to explain why I said that I am not a viewer who will not like a movie unnecessarily, I will say the reason.
The first reason is the length of the movie, it is a movie of about 2:50 minutes, can you imagine how long the movie is? Avenger Infinity War 2: 32 Minutes: There's no room in the calculator for counting movie sequences, (I don't use metaphor literally) and the characters in this movie are Nira and Ayon and their so-called "love" story. The minutes are over, he has made a 2:50 minute movie by pulling on the setter.
The screenplay of the movie, I don't think anyone is writing the screenplay, the story that has been written is being converted into dialogue and shooting a movie. For those who don't understand the screenplay (go to Google and search by typing the screenplay) 3 parts of the movie in total, first 1 hour 20 minutes love then death of the hero in 1 hour then unannounced 30 minutes after math of the heroine. And there is no smooth transition between these three parts. I mean love is going on. Suddenly the director thinks that there has been a lot of love. Now enter a tragedy, what a tragedy? The 4th stage cancer of the protagonist, the fever of a completely healthy person, the real 4th stage cancer, and a very rare cancer, whatever the protagonist died, but the suffering of the protagonist is not understood, there is no detailing how deep their love is. Nothing is shown from where the audience will understand that the heroine is in trouble. Then what should be done? Show that the heroine has become a mental patient, then you will understand how shocked she is. There was no such thing as an instructional screenplay in a movie as horrible as Race 3.
Written in the movie people, romantic sci-fi, no sci-fi. The definition of DNA in a blank scene and a pile of paper filled with a cell in another scene is called a DNA sequence. And romance riding a bike, room date and marrying a dead almost person is not a romance. Want to see romance? Mayanadhi sees the extraordinary romance between a girl and a boy who is running after reality.
Character analysis, writing two words is getting a smile. Because there is no shade of the character to analyze? How is Nira? The rich man's daughter? Or he is not loyal to the eyes of the taile bakheva, flying chandi? No, my girlfriend says, "You stay with me all day, then go home." Confused? Or did he just marry the sick Ayon, unpredictable? Neither did he do anything out of the ordinary that could be called unpredictable. Uncle. Uncle is like the one who is creating this character. The only thing that has been established is that Nira can think independently and make her own decisions, so getting married is not an odd thing. (only positive site of this character)
Ayon, medical representative, just talked to a medical representative for 15 minutes, then you will understand how big useless Ayon is. No MRO says so little. He has been shown to be very kind and very affectionate, but after falling in love with Nira, it has disappeared. If this character dies, the audience will suffer. How can he suffer when he is trying to help someone? Does he stay at home? A great flat with its balcony telcon, beautiful girlfriend, there is no sadness in her ambiance and she speaks in such a way that she doesn't understand anything at the top of the world. Making a character look beautiful does not mean showing him a goofy goba.
Dialogue and sound mixing, trying to give some humor in the movie, it doesn't get close to humor in any of the scenes except Ayon when Aira calls Nira. Unlike in any other scene in the whole movie, the director says they are talking in front of the camera to say dialogue, and looking at the way they speak, the sound mixing looks so bad that I am watching a dubbed movie. Stay away from the camera, otherwise the volume of the dialogue is the same, let the truck come next and the bus is clear. I don't remember the last time I saw such a bad sound mixing movie.
I did a lot of slander, now I will say something good. The best part about this movie is its portrayal. It has been filmed in a very beautiful way, thanks to those who were behind the camera for this, I saw two movies in a row, the shooting of which is great, the previous one is not scary. Besides, its color grating was also good. However, they are not able to remove the idea of drama at all. And what I like is that it was shot in Crowded Place in a very nice way. that’s it I found this positive thing in the whole movie.
It would have been much more meaningful to make a 1 hour movie with only light background music by cutting the last 30 minutes + some unnecessary parts of the movie and eliminating the dialogue.
I know I am writing the review in a much more heartfelt way, because this is how movies are made in Bangladesh. Promising movies, if this is the case, then anger can no longer be held. If a movie made with so much effort and so much time is spent talking on a mobile phone but it is seen on the mobile screen, then it is difficult to keep the language of the mouth correct. You don't have to be Spielberg or Nolan to avoid all these mistakes. The movie was supposed to come out in May. In October, no one was able to catch these mistakes after watching the movie. No one could tell if sound mixing could be made a little better.
If anyone is bothered to read this review, I will say that my review is successful. And if the producers have read the brothers and sisters, they don't really want to make a story of the movie in their head, they just put some time in the book. A good movie starts with a good screenplay. If it is not good, no one will be able to make a good movie. This is not about me, this is about all the big manufacturers.
Someone asked me how much would you rate the movie? My answer was that if you want to torture someone, buy them a ticket for this movie and let them in.
Thank you.
Second travel
A young girl came down from the one-storey building holding a sari tied to the railing. Wearing wedding sari. Eight or nine at night. The night sky has taken a thrilling form in the light of a slice of moon and the mist of the fog.
In the dim light of the lamppost, the color of the sari bangle ornament is pale on the girl who is walking on the sidewalk. The combination of the bangle filled with the girl's hand and the rinijhini sound of the anklet is spreading a captivating color, but the girl does not seem to have a headache at all. Rather, the sound of the bangle rinijhini as if he is very upset. Dopatta, who is half-headed with annoyance on his face, is repeatedly trying to pull it open with one hand. The impression of thought was clearly visible on the girl's face like a black mark on a white paper. The bus stand in front. The girl looked up. Then he reached there with a run. The people at the bus stand are rolling their eyes like owls at the girl. However, it does not catch the eye of the girl. He is very busy with his work. The girl dressed as a bride is looking around for something. But in his eyes, failure is catching again and again. The girl randomly approached a twenty-six-year-old boy standing at the bus stand. Maybe it's because he's careless. The boy looked at the girl's face for a minute without blinking. Then the boy said with deep interest, - "Excuse me sister. Can I help you?"
The boy stood up lightly. The girl frowned. It is as if something huge has happened to him. The girl quickly replied,
- "No thanks". He moved away from there. The expression on the girl's face suggests that the boy has done more than help. Or the boy is sitting on the priceless Ratan.
The boy may have been a little surprised by the expression on the girl's face. Which is to go ahead and benefit people. After a while the boy left. All these minutes, the sun was standing at a distance for decades.
The sky is full of stars. The stars, twinkling like scattered pearls, are sometimes lost and sometimes peeked out behind the misty coils. In the alleys of the city, brick houses, traffic jams and people are getting cold. 'Rod' rubbed the palm of one hand against the palm of the other hand. The sun's hand is getting cold in Kankan. Now if I had a mug of hot coffee, it would have frozen. The bus will leave shortly. So the thought of coffee flew from my head. Pulling the black hoodie on his head, the sun fell on the bus in front. The girl fell down and went away. Rod left the backpack and sat down on the seat. The image of the girl running behind through the glass window stuck in the cornice of her eyes. The sun turned, and the girl quickly returned to her previous position. The sun lightened and pulled the window away. As soon as the girl came forward, she waved to a lady wearing a black burqa and said something. After a while, the lady took the phone out of her bag. Rod realized this time, maybe the girl wanted the phone from the woman.
The girl quickly dialed the phone a few times with her hand. The annoyance on the face is obvious. Maybe the phone is not receiving from that direction. The girl walked for a while with the phone in her hand. Then he called again. As the call was not received, every time the spark of fire seemed to hit the girl's face.
The lady may have been saying something after Minik Satek. Then he extended his hand. The girl spread her lips very tightly and tried to smile. But the fold in the middle of the chin was deep. There were also a few point holes. It is as if the girl's heart is burning with the fire burning inside. If you want to remove this impression from your mouth, you can see it in the folds of your chin. After the woman left, the girl wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. Then he looked again with directionless eyes. Seeing these pictures, the sun is waking up wanting to know. "Why is the girl standing on this foggy night dressed as a bride? Who are you waiting for? Will she not come? Why is there so much cloud in her mind. Why are the deer's eyes watering? Well, if I want to help?" I stood up with a strong desire in my mind. The sun sat down again, thinking of the embarrassing situation that the girl had created by returning the outstretched hand of the boy who had been standing for a while. Maybe the girl won't talk to any boy, she can give him back. The sun sighed at the thought. The sun could not find the reason for his sigh. Already left the bus. The sad scene of the girl's chattering in the eyes of the sun was captured. After a while.
- "What do you think of the sun? The coffee is getting cold." In this word of 'cloud', 'sun' broke the net of thought and returned to reality. Said softly,
- "Oh, that's right. I didn't notice, brother." The sun licked the coffee mug with its lips. "It's getting cold, Dhurar." The sun put the mug on the table.
- "In what world have you been lost for so long? I've never seen you so bored?" Saying this, 'Megh' leaned back on the sand and sat down. 'Rod' took the mug of coffee in his hand and crouched down next to the cloud. He put his head on his brother's shoulder like a baby boy. The 'cloud' bound the sun in one arm. The sun embraced the cloud with one hand. Then he said,
- "Brother, there are many people in the world. All people are in trouble for one reason or another. In the midst of thousands of people, sometimes they meet a stranger. They want to know what happened to him. Why? Why? What is the reason? But not everyone has the right to know everything. " The sun sighed as he said this. Megh ran his finger over the head of the sun and said softly,
- What did my brother see that made him want to wake up? You are not a man to break so easily. Whose breath is heavy for you today?
- I was waiting for the bus from Dhaka to Sylhet that day. That means, that night I returned home. That night a girl was running from far away. After coming a little closer, I saw the wedding sari on my body. In a word, there is a wife. Maybe escaped. The girl behaved strangely when a boy wanted to help.
To be continued. Thank you.
Magical Eyes
How does Deepa Bhabi look at me nowadays? Moreover, he always keeps an eye on Kajal. When you look at it, it seems that in his eyes there is longing and desire. I don't understand the language of girls' eyes. But when Deepa Bhabi looks at me, I fall into a mysterious maze.
Big brother works, I don't see him. Goes to the office very early, maybe back home late at night. I did not see if the husband and wife ever went out for a walk together. In fact, Deepa Bhabhi spends the whole day alone. Watching TV, talking to mother.
But lately, I have noticed that Deepa Bhabi comes to my room with the excuse of this and that.
It is too late for me to wake up. It is nine-ten in the morning. I woke up this morning and saw Deepa baking bread in her future kitchen.
I'm going to the washroom to brush my teeth. Then Deepa Bhabi came out of the kitchen and stood in front of me. Mushki said with a smile, "What's the matter with getting up so early today?"
- That's it, I woke up.
-Hmm, good. Do you eat vegetables or eggs with bread for breakfast?
- You don't have to bother. I'll just fry my eggs.
Deepa wondered, "Oma, why are you calling me again?"
I was shocked to hear her say, "What are you talking about? You are my big sister-in-law, I will call you!"
Suddenly I noticed how Deepa Bhabhi's face became in an instant.
I wonder if Deepa Bhabhi's head has gone bad. What are you saying?
Deepa muttered something in Bhabhi's face. After a while, he regained his composure and said, "I told you last night not to call me Deepa," and grabbed my hand. "Look, whatever you don't do, please don't call me Bhabhi."
I moved my hand like lightning and moved away. I see he is looking at me helplessly. His eyes are twinkling; It is not possible to look at such enchanted eyes for a long time. I bowed my head and went into the washroom without answering.
Mom is chatting with Bhabhi in her room. I am watching Hindi movie in the drawing room. I know why this Ghajini movie is my favorite.
Suddenly I saw Deepa Bhabhi coming. I know he will come and sit next to me now. Mother stays in her room most of the time. He doesn't keep a close eye on what's going on outside.
As soon as I got up, Deepa Bhabi smiled and said with a smile, "What happened when I got up?"
- I'll go to sleep. The body is very bad for a few days. And the doctor forbade me not to wake up at night.
- All right, go to sleep.
The mother raised her voice from her room and said, "My aunt used to ask him if he had taken night medicine."
Deepa Bhabhi looked at me and said softly, '' I think you forgot to take medicine. Let's go to your room and take the right medicine. "
I was shocked to hear. Deepa Bhabi always thinks of a trick to go to my room. It just so happened that he came to my room last night and caused a strange incident. When he came to know if I had taken any medicine, he hurriedly pulled my cheek in the middle of talking about it for some time. I stared like a fool for a while, then left the room thinking nothing had happened.
I said in a pale voice, "No, no, you don't have to come. I can take medicine on my own now. "
- Why are you so scared when you see me? I can't even go to your room now, turn your face away when you go. I had to leave alone for a while, "he said.
Deepa Bhabi gently took my hand. '' Let's get you some medicine. I will not say any more today. I will leave as soon as I finish taking your medicine. ''
I am looking into Deepa Bhabhi's eyes with thousands of fascination. What an illusion in his eyes, what a purity ...
After taking the medicine, he hung the mosquito net and wrapped the thorn around his body well.
Before turning off the lights, he smiled sweetly and said, "Good night. If you can, get up early tomorrow morning. "
.
Deepa Bhabi closed the door and left a while ago. But I know she will come back quietly at night. You will see with your hands on your forehead whether you have a fever or not. When the thorn goes to the feet, it will be lifted up to the chest and then it will go away quietly again.
This strange behavior of his makes me think. Why does he do all this? And when I see his eyes, I get lost in his eyes. What is the secret behind those eyes?
.
Suddenly I woke up in the middle of the night to touch the body. A shadow is sitting next to my pillow. There is no one left to understand who came.
"I woke up, what happened?" Saying this, Deepa Bhabhi got up from the bed and turned on the light.
I could not say anything, I looked at him confusedly.
He came and sat on the bed and said in an apologetic voice, "You dropped the thorn, thinking that it might feel cold, I wrapped it around my body and saw that you became alert."
I said softly, "Why did you come to my room so late at night?"
Deepa Bhabhi is staring at me with injured eyes. I closed my eyes and turned my face away; I don't want to be trapped in the magic of his Kajal wet eyes anymore.
Suddenly he grabbed my hand. He leaned towards me a little and said in a tearful voice, "Why bother your married wife so much by calling her future?"
I don't know what happened, my head suddenly became empty, there was a sharp pain. Floating in front of my eyes, the train station, a girl wearing hijab inside the train, her beautiful deer is looking at me with her radiant eyes ... are those two eyes this lamp?
I am looking at Deepa. Wiping away tears, he said, "Six months ago, you had a fatal accident on your way home from the office. When you regained consciousness, you didn't recognize anyone. The doctor said it would take a long time; you have to wait patiently. Three months pass like this. Call me, but even if you introduce me to your wife, you still remember it. For a while now, for some strange reason, you started calling me from the world of your imagination, you separated the bed, you didn't separate, because the doctor told you not to put pressure on you. .
I talk to you every night. And every day you have to introduce me anew. You may know me for a while, but forget everything again in the morning.
The pain inside my head began to grow slowly. Deepa's face is also becoming clear now, I can recognize her. I don't know how long I will be able to recognize.
I saw him at the railway station for the first time. I saw only two magical eyes to see. What a strangely beautiful eyes. I followed him quietly and came to know his home address. Then on the same day I sent a marriage proposal to his house. This Deepa is the beautiful girl with Kajal eyes, now she is my wife. Even after getting sick, I am falling in love with the look in his eyes every day.
Deepa wiped away my tears with the hem of her sari. He smiled softly and said, "What do you recognize?" I hugged Deepa tightly. I said in a hushed voice, "If I could never think again, would you leave me?" Deepa is looking at me with wide eyes. I understand the language of his eyes; I know magic eyes never.
Thank you.
Mourning
The elder sister got married today. After arranging her wedding all day, the house looks empty in the evening. We had a beautiful family with him for so many days. My mother, father and I and my elder sister have been in the family for so long. After saying goodbye to my sister, it seems that our house has lost its life.
The black mark of suffering on the mother's face is clearly understood. My father is also lying with happiness on his face. But I also understand that she feels the pain of missing her daughter. And me? I know I'm not good. How do I stay well?
I grew up laughing and playing with my sister since childhood. The purest perfect love between me was for my mother and this sister. He is only two years older than me. So she was a good friend as well as my sister.
On each of my birthdays, I received the best gift from my sister. I used to fall asleep before 12 o'clock on the night before my birthday. And the sister used to wake up at 12 o'clock by sprinkling water on her face. The birthday gifts were books.
Although I rarely read academic books or story books. But I read the books I got from my sister very carefully. And after reading the books, I would leave them in the machine.
Stealing sister's money. Again, it was my favorite job to bring chocolates or anything else for him with that money. I would steal his money even if it was in my pocket. There were a lot of quarrels and quarrels between the siblings.
Ever since her marriage, she would have thought of standing at the door of her house. It was as if my sister was calling me from inside the house. Says Dipu used to make a cup of tea. Because he often drank tea from my hand. He taught me how to make tea.
Before her marriage, she was asked if she liked anyone. He did not say one answer then. But I knew Majid Sir liked him.
Majid Sir is the new lecturer of our college. Besides, he used to teach me tuition. He used to come home and teach. I could understand that Sir liked him. But Sir was a very simple and shy personality I couldn't say anything to my sister by myself. But seeing Sir, I understood exactly. And for the sake of my sister, sir also liked me a lot.
After my sister got married, sir no longer came to teach me. If I wanted to know why I didn't come, he would say that he was too busy. He told me to go to his house and read. From then on I used to go to Sir's house and study.
I saw Sir break down. Sir was very anxious while teaching. I understood that Sir had a one-sided love for my sister. However, this man has a very holy mentality and a very good character.
While teaching, Sir sometimes wanted to know the news of his sister. And at that time Sir's face would turn black. Today, Sir suddenly said to me, do you think Deepa (my sister) and I went to the Baishakhi fair? I said yes sir this was the first Baishakhi fair where my sister and I were the first to leave the house.
Sir said I also remember that day very much. I walked around that day, ate and talked a lot. I told Sir, Sir, my parents and you are a very loyal person to me. So the father did not agree that day. Sir believes that day will be a memory for me.
In fact, some boys were bothering Apu at the fair that day. I too was a tenth grader. Not too big one. And Sir went to protest and shed blood. And that day Sir and some people together bleached those scoundrels. At one stage, Sir was stabbed in the hand.
Well, except for Sir. A few days later the sister comes home with the new sister-in-law. Son-in-law of a big business sister. Moreover, they have three huge houses in the city. Surely my sister is very happy.
How much he brought for us when he arrived. And many more books for me. I talked about giving my sister's book to Bonjamai. And I showed the bookshelf and said that all these books were given by my sister. He took a book from there and read it.
They left again after only two days. Now it has become homeless again. Mother said she is not in this house now. She is now a guest in this room. The life of the girls is the father of Mire. The girls were born as guests in her father's house and then moved to her husband's real address. From there he returned as a guest for two or three days.
It felt so bad for the sister again. I said goodbye to them. However, the sister seemed to be quite happy. May he be happy, this is what we all wanted.
**After a month!**
The news comes that my sister is not alive. This news was quite unexpected. Mom and Dad broke down in tears. I also cried a lot that day. What happened is my sister is not supposed to leave so soon.
I went to my sister's house and buried her body with my own hands. Everyone is mourning. This is not like enduring grief. He should not go in such a hurry. I have married her only a few months ago. My whole family has hidden the grief of the distance that was created in a few months. What do you do to mourn the loss of him forever?
I said goodbye to my sister and returned home. As I was coming home, a thought kept popping up in my head. Why would my sister die? Seto was not affected by any epidemic. Why would he die in a hurry? What is the cause of his sudden death? Repeatedly I thought because there must be something.
Someone told us to comfort. Death does not come to anyone. Anyone can die at any time. But for some reason my sister's death did not seem normal to me.
After saying goodbye to everyone, I went back to my sister's grave. Everyone was forcing me to go home. My parents were trying to stop me. I said I would be back very soon. Let me go for once. Later they left my cousin Aziz with me. I rushed to my sister's grave with Aziz.
Aziz is a couple of months younger than me. We study together. Aziz was also very dear to my sister. Aziz used to come to our house often. Three siblings used to talk together. While in college, Aziz was in love with a girl. She is Isha, the younger sister of my sister's girlfriend. I used to take Aziz with my sister Isha.
I am standing next to the grave and crying. I am mourning the loss of my loved ones. No one but me can understand the pain of losing a sister who was like a shadow to my mother. Aziz is also very broken. Crying. Isha apu amaje pancaba not? You know, after two years, I'm done with Isha. Aziz puts his hand on my arm and says with consolation let's go back Dipu. Apu will not return. Suddenly someone called Dipu Bhai from behind. I see two girls in the back room, I know them.
One is my sister-in-law's younger sister Liza and the other is their housemaid Rahima. I wiped my eyes and stood in front of them. Why are they here at this inopportune time? The time has passed. Surely there is a reason behind their coming here?
To be continued. Thank you.
Madam and her savage students
**Lesson 1.**
Madame looked annoyed and looked at the last bench. The last bench is the hangout of rude students. He got angry and stood in front of the last bench. Two boys and two girls were sitting side by side laughing. Seeing Madam, their laughter stopped.
Madam unbearably beautiful. Age 29. Unmarried. Madame said trembling with anger, wait. Four people stood up.
Madam looked at the four of them for a while and said in annoyance, why were you talking? Is Dhaka Varsity a place to talk? Of the two boys, I said, Madam, I took the exam at Jahangirnagar University.
There was a big sign on one or four walls, 'It's better to be quiet'! But we did not see this article anywhere in Dhaka Varsity. So it seems that DU is the place to talk.
Madame's eyes became hard. What a rude talk! The varsity student doesn't have to raise his hand.
Madame said angrily, "Don't show over-smartness in front of me, I dislike it very much." Do you understand?
I smiled again and said, I didn't understand exactly where I showed my over-smartness. I said what is true. Tapu was standing next to me. Madam looked at him and said, your name? Tapu answered quickly.
With the answer, he became silent, the word came out of his mouth. Madam is looking at him in astonishment. What a strange name for today's children, after a few days, 'What the fuck' will become a name! Then what will be its gender? ..?
Madam said in surprise, why your name is Ganjababa? Eat more marijuana, that's why?
Tapu was shocked and said, Madam my name is Tanvir Hasan Tapu. Friends call, Ganjababa. I haven't heard my name for a long time. Hearing this name from everyone's mouth, I almost forgot the real name.
Madam is looking at us with discomfort. I feel very good. If I didn't get a beautiful madam in varsity, it would be like suffocation. Madam looked at me and said calmly, do you know when it hurts a lot?
When I read you with a lot of difficulty, but you do not try to understand it, talk to yourself. You will not understand my suffering. Because you have no trouble.
I said insultingly, Madam, I am also in trouble, when I see that my story written so hard has been copied and pasted!
Madam reddened her eyes and said, you are a very rude boy. What college were you in?
Government Science College.
Are all the students of government science college like you in pain?
No madam, there are some pain killers too.
Madam was surprised and said, how are they?
Very good boy madam. He takes regular classes, reads notes, does homework.
If you miss class even after getting up in college, write the application like a primary child, return home after Maghrib call. If there is no earthquake, you don't leave your house at night, you don't stand in Tong shop and drink tea.
See the situation, the son is in college, but the mother still checks the son's college register !!! The mother goes to the college and takes him away.
Oh well, why would backbenchers like you like such good guys? They are good boys, not rude like you. I am very ashamed, I got a boy like you in DU.
I said insultingly, I am very ashamed madam.
He said with a frown, why?
I didn't get a chance at BUET for number two. Otherwise I would have stayed in DU!
So don't go out. Why are you sitting?
We are silent.
Madam said for a while, what do you want to be in life?
I said, author.
He said in surprise, author !? Can writers eat rice?
I was a little insulted by this, but immediately controlled myself and said, Madam, I eat basmati rice.
Madam was surprised and said, what rice?
Basmati rice.
Do me a favor?
I quietly took out one kg of basmati rice from the bag and showed it to Madam. Madam was shocked.
He looked at me with wide eyes for a while and said, why are you walking around with a bag of basmati rice?
Many do not believe that writers can eat basmati rice.
You are a complete pain. I have never seen such an idiot boy before.
I muttered, how old are you?
What did you say
No, nothing.
Liza and Hridi are standing next to me. They are looking at me as if they are standing because of me. There is nothing wrong with them. They are milk babies.
Madam trembled with rage and said, I will ask you ten questions. If you can't answer all of them, the four of you will walk all over Dhaka Varsity by ear.
I said with a smile on my face, and if you can answer everything?
Madame also said with a smile, I will not ask questions from the book. I will not be cool thinking about where to do it, and Pain like you will be able to answer everything ...! Laughing ...
If I can? I said with confidence.
Then your two wishes will be fulfilled.
The whole class is looking at us. Everyone is having a lot of fun. Curiosity is awakening, what do I want. I said with a smile, my first wish is to go on a date with you in Cox's Bazar. Term - three days. And! The second wish is to kiss your lips.
The whole class was stunned by my words. I thought, Madame will be frightened by my whims. But she was not scared. She kind of took it, I can't answer any of her questions.
Note: This story is just to make fun of everyone, please don't take it badly.it
Thank you. Lesson 2 will be come soon.
Feather
Fifteen-year-old Rachel is not a human being, but a beautiful Roman moon. No, not the moon, like the delicious meat or tube of jhaljhal khasi in Halim's bowl. The waves in his waist, the groove in his chest, even if he sees it with his eyes, water comes in his pocket. No no, why worldly meat? Rachel is like a heavenly hur. But she is a little bitch Magir Maya. Why so many brains?
They continue to grow. The scope of care clothing continues to grow. At the same time, the nudity of the society can be seen in the eyes.
Palak and Keya push the rickshaw on the slope of the iron bridge. It is difficult to lift a rickshaw with passengers as it is a steep slope. The rickshaws are pushed from behind to help the children like feathers. Passengers hand over retail money.
One afternoon, Palak and Keya were pushing a rickshaw and returning home after eating Chanachur. There are less people on the streets. Shopkeepers closed the shop at lunchbreak. Only halfway across the Joarder store is open. Joarder sitting inside. He is wearing a white Punjabi, a hat on his head and surma in his eyes. Fifteen-year-old Rachel stood outside. He said, what happened uncle, he asked.
Joardar took off his hat and put it in his pocket. Then he leaned towards Rachel and whispered, "I didn't tell you what was in my attic." I'm coming. There is an urgent gossip in Tar Log.
Joarder looked around. Then, like a snake's pocket, he stretched out his hand towards Rachel's hand. Rachel removes her hand and says, Uncle Mia! How do you do that?
Joarder laughs hey hey, don't shout. Don't shout. Ragos or Rachel?bRahela roared, chillamu na tore chatum khankir put?
Joarder pressed Rachel's cheek with her fingers as hard as steel, what a coil! What did you say to me? The bitch Magir's daughter told me what to do!
The feathers do not look back and forth. Going straight, he punched Joardar's nose hard with all the force of his hand like a jute stick. Joarder removes his face in shock. The nose is saved, but the chin swells round potatoes.
Joarder doesn't even flinch. Hatchka pulls Rommela's hair and pulls her close to him and whispers, "My chat water didn't go to my mother's stomach. You're upset, aren't you?" Don't you know? So taj can taile khankira ji?
It is as if someone is spreading nettle on the feathers. But he can't reach Joarder. Realizing the opportunity, Joarder bit his hand. Joarder leaves Rachel's comb and groans in pain. The feathers run away in this gap. While fleeing, he heard Joardar screaming, that bitch! If you don't break your poisonous teeth, I'm not your father's pola.
That evening the meeting took place on the roof of Joarder's attic. Ekhali is a prominent person of the mahalla. And there are Romela, Rachel, Palak. Kojagari moon in the sky. Gentle breeze. The mango trees in the tub sway. Insects are buzzing in one corner and flying in the red light of electric light. Joarder holds his hand in the light of this Kojagari moon with him. The feather teeth are sitting. The two wounds look horrible in this Shankar light. The dignitaries were startled and shouted for sympathy.
Joarder says, this jaundice is doing this to my hand in Pola. I think I got more pain than the pain in my hand. Romela, you have been in this neighborhood for so long. Aren't we by your side in danger?
Romela shakes her head. Joarder says, then why didn't you teach this story to Pula-Mayar?
Joarder glared at Rachel and said to Romela, "Whose position in the society, whose contribution should we continue to understand?" If not, can society be human to you?
Ekhali murbi shakes his head at once to give a sip of tea, it must be understood. Understand. Big discounts must be complied with. Didn't you learn the rules and regulations, Romela?
Before Romela could say anything, Most Mia said, "Your Mia's behavior is not good." Somat age. But chest cloth, head cloth is not right.
Jaglu tells Rahela with a sigh that the Maya is not running fast. If this kind of running is our head - I mean we will not spoil the head of Polapan?
Rachel gritted her teeth and lifted Jaglur's father. In a very gentle voice. No one listens. But Joarder guesses. He glanced at Rachel and told Romela again, "We know who's in this neighborhood." But nothing for the sake of humanity. This does not mean that I can go on as I wish. Something that destroys the 'discipline' of the society will not be taken into account.
Romela asks directly, what should we do to keep your 'discipline' right? Say clearly. Joardar sub will have to leave the area?
To be continued .
Thank you.
Unknown guest II
“There is a dearth of people who are brave enough to save people these days. And those who think of it as their own responsibility are really great. At least to me. "
“Hey, leave it at that. I'd rather bring food for you. " Shahid could not even get up. A cool touch gripped his left hand.
Without realizing it, he realized that it was Tanu's hand. Why is this girl's hand so cold! Of course he did not understand that. As soon as he looked around, Tanu let go of his hand in shame. Then he said, 'Please don't go anywhere now. Please sit next to me. '
I sat down. But can I say something? " "Hmm, tell me." “You may feel very bad. Isn't it? Understand a little eye. That would be nice. "
Tanu understood the eyes like an obedient girl. But he does not like it at all. Saheed's sweet words are still ringing in his ears. She wants to look at the boy with unblinking eyes. It is as if he is feeling an invisible tension. Why is he like that? He does not understand anything. But did he really fall in love with Saheed? Maybe. Where is his fault? Whose thoughts are so beautiful, what can be left after his love? Some people can't even touch the mind for the rest of their lives. Again, some people come rushing like a storm and leave! It is really difficult to understand the secrets of the mind.
It is very innocent to see all the people of the world sleeping. Tanu seems a little too innocent. That's why Shahed is looking at that innocent face with one mind. He did not have the opportunity to look at any girl in his life because of shyness. Done today. His shyness seemed to evaporate into the distant sky. And that's why he is staring at Tanu like a bird. It's as if everything is being scrutinized. What an innocent look, drawn eyebrows. The eyes are not like the newly blossomed shuffler bill. Seeing the impossibly thin lips, it seems that someone has skillfully put the seven colors of the rainbow together. Which will be arranged only on the canvas of the mind. And after seeing their pictures on that canvas, they will both get lost in another world. In a world where people are just the two of them, and the whole ground is like their bed. Where they will lie down and look at each other and keep on laughing. That smile is not going to end. It will last forever.
There are very few people in this world who can express their feelings to the people of the mind. Fortunately, Shahid is also in the group of those few people. That's why he said in a hesitant voice, 'Miss Tanu, are you asleep?'
Bhedor's thin eyes met Shahid's thoughts and he said, 'No. I did not sleep. Say something? ' "Yes, I will. I'll tell you if you don't mind. "“Tell me. I won't mind. Promise. "
What were you saying a little while ago? "When? "It's about repaying the loan. You can pay now if you want. “Yes. But how? I have nothing to give.
Shahid replied indifferently, ‘Yes. It is possible only if you want. "It is possible if you want! Say OK. Let's see if I can. “You can. I don't want much. Just want a place to keep my love truck in the garage of your mind. What can you give? "
Tanu was shocked to hear such words on Saheed's face. He almost bowed his head in shame. The ears are red like two tomatoes. A smile on his face. There is a different kind of Maya in that smile. This maya is not an ordinary maya. The name of the poem was probably a magical face. He would not hesitate to let go of a thousand savagery by looking at that face. Not at all.
Tanu hides this magical smile even if he insists at other times. But today he does not have any headache with that. Because he came out of the boat of sorrow and now he has found happiness. He wants to spend a thousand years in the touch of happiness. Who knows whether the Creator will fulfill his wish!
Breaking the silence, Shahed said, ‘What a thin matter. Did I ask too much? ' Tanu replies in a heavy voice, ‘Hmm. Of course wanted too much. But!
"But what?" "But if you want to do that, no one can do it anymore!" As soon as the word was over, the two of them started laughing.
At that moment, the sound of laughter became intoxicating all around. The sky of the day was covered with the sheet of love. A group of colorful butterflies sang love songs in the air. Today they have become each other's life partners from unknown guests. This life is really weird. We do not need to fight for what we have been created for. No military riots are required. Automatically when the time comes. He moves in front of us. And this is the ultimate truth of life. Isn't it?
Thank you.
Long live with happiness
I got out of the office a little early today. We have to go to New Market. Shopping is small. Tomorrow is a special day. Our second wedding anniversary. So I thought I would buy a sari for Neela. What goes on without a gift on such a day? If you don't take anything, Sapphire will have swollen cheeks all day long. Then my time will be spent to break my pride. His boyhood was no more.
I entered New Market and went to a sari shop. Quite a well-appointed shop. The name is "The New Sari Ghar". Excellent mix of Bengali and English words. The shop is not very crowded. Employees are spending lazy time. As soon as I entered the store, an employee approached me. Said “Sir, I have a good sari. Sit down. ” I sat down. The employee asked, "How much will the sari cost, sir?" "Show within five or six thousand."
Although the end of the month. Still, let's take a little more expensive sari. Speaking of gifts for the wife. While the employee was showing the sari, another girl entered the shop. Sat next to me, in the same row. At first I didn't notice his appearance. I was looking at the sari in my mind. At one stage of looking at the sari, he saw the girl. I was a little surprised to see the girl I know. His name is Tanu. My ex acquaintance. It would be wrong to say just the former. I have a lot of memories with him. We spent four years of university together. There was a very good friendship between the two. That friendship had rights, anger, pride, laughter, love. Our introductory episode was also quite funny. On the first day of class, Tanu called me and said, "This fat boy, listen here."
It was very self-respecting to hear that. Areh, don't know, don't know, call me fat? I leaned over and said in a very hoarse voice, “This girl, have you ever seen your face in the mirror? Are you a zero figure? ” "Don't know how to talk to big sister?"
But I was unprepared to hear this. The throat became dry and wood. I swallowed a few times and said, “Yeah, sorry sister.
I could not finish talking. I looked and saw Tanu smiling. That means he is my batchmate. What a devil that Mitch was. This is how the friendship started. We were both fat people of proof size on campus. So our friendship would attract everyone's attention separately. Ah what a day it was!
Now when you see Tanu, you can't recognize him. He has changed a lot from before. Now he has no health in proof size. Haha. It has been very beautiful to see. Change has come to me too. Now even if Tanu wants, he can't call me this fat boy. Well, what should I talk to Tanu? Did he recognize me? Seeing after so long, being very uncomfortable talking. Will he simply take it? “Sir, oh sir. Where did you get lost? ”
The employee of the shop called and cut me off. She is standing with several saris. Sari of different colors. Yellow, blue, red, brown. My choice is not very appropriate already. Still, after much thought, I chose a yellow sari. I told the employee "Pack this saree." “Yes sir. Deposit money at the cash counter. I'm packing. You have five and a half thousand rupees. ”
I got up quietly and stood in front of the cash counter. Tanu is still looking at the sari. It's as if he doesn't know me. Where does so much indifference come from? Tanu also came a couple of minutes after I stood up. Maybe he also bought a sari. Now it is time to take the sari from the cash counter. The two of us stood for another five minutes. I am standing in such a way that both of them are strangers to each other. Meanwhile the packet is not coming. What's the matter Why are you late? Standing like this is annoying. Feeling uncomfortable. After a while a packet of sarees came to the cash counter. I took the saree I bought and came out with the money. Although he wanted to speak, he did not speak. No matter. Unfortunately there is no gain.
The next afternoon. I sat on the porch and lit a cigarette. The plan is to go out to eat with Sapphire. Sapphire is doing makeup. This is a problem for girls. It takes a couple of hours to get dressed. Sapphire brought tea to the verandah before the end of the cigarette. Said
“You're bored sitting alone so I went with tea. It won't take me long. "
I looked at Neela and said something, but I couldn't. I was shocked to see him. Sapphire is wearing a blue sari. This colored sari is not for her to read. I clearly remember I bought a yellow sari. What's the matter? It's getting messy. Seeing that I was looking at Sapphire with one glance, Sapphire asked, "What's the matter?" Why are you looking like this? ”
I was a little unprepared to hear the question. I immediately controlled myself and replied, "You look great in a blue sari." “Done, needless to say! Hihi. ”
He smiled and went to the room. Her makeup is still a bit left. I sit on the veranda and sip tea. Suddenly I realized exactly how the sari turned from yellow to blue. The bag I brought from the cash counter was a sari bought by Tanur. The two of us have changed bags. Tanu may have been surprised. He did not buy a yellow sari. However, the matter was not so bad. I told Sapphire a little while ago, you look great, it's not a lie. I don't think Sapphire is so beautiful in a yellow sari.
There is no point in thinking about this now. I want to think about Tanu. It would be nice to talk to Tanu. I'm actually a very timid person. I have given proof of this in the past too. When I met Tanu yesterday, I still gave. Tanu's marriage is just right when I have just been admitted to the Masters. I saw what a deep sorrow had consumed him. Tanu's phone rang two days before the wedding. She says in a trembling voice, "Maruf, I can't think of anything." "Why what happened?"
I asked the question like a fool. Tanu replied, "Don't you understand, I don't want to have this marriage. Don't you think that we will be together for the rest of our lives? ” "No, I don't think so. What do I do now? ” “There is nothing to do. Exclude these things. Rakhi Ray. Take care of yourself. ”
This was the last word of me and Tanu. Tanu said the words very arrogantly. Pride in food. He still has that pride. Maybe that's why I pretend not to see. This subtle act of being unfamiliar. There is nothing wrong with that. There are many forms of love. Sorrow, joy, happiness, laughter, tears, pride are all one form of love. Maybe there is still love between Tanu and Maruf in the form of pride. What more could you ask for? This love floats like a black cloud in the sky of the mind. Live this love forever. May this pride live on forever.
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“When a person goes through a period of intense pain, his or her desire to survive fades. Repeatedly just wishing for his own death. Don't you? "Hmm. “Then one day all the sorrows floating in the sea of his mind are lost in the stream of happiness. Another new desire to nest on the deep shelf of the mind. Does he still want to die? "
Tanu did not answer. Shahid said, 'I don't want to. Because this desire teaches him to live anew. Gives a new life. And that desire is very common. The desire to live happily for thousands of years by keeping the loved one tightly guarded. ' "Hmm."You know why?"Why?"
"Because then people can understand that everything in this false world fades except happiness. People like yellow colored birds also want to flutter their wings in the sea of happiness. Wants to leave everything and get lost in an unknown destination. Where no one runs after a house, a car and a lot of money. Where happiness is the only key to everyone's survival. Don't you want to live with your head on your people in such a happy city? " "Huh, yes."
"Then why do you want to die like this?" He did not say that. Well, what do you think, it's all over if you jump in front of the car and die? "
Tanu did not answer. Remained silent. His emaciated body lying in the hospital bed is slowly becoming more emaciated. His thinking is becoming immobile. Due to which he wants to say a lot but he can't. It's as if all thoughts are still stuck in that quiet alley of a busy city. The silver chapter of his life started from that alley. And which ended in a bizarre outcome.
Love does not come anywhere in anyone's life. The same thing happened with Tanu. But who knew, the love that came silently will go away silently again one day! However, it did not go completely silent. Gifts as an evil fruit of raw emotion have gone through an extreme push. Unable to cope with the shock, he chose the path of suicide. But as the saying goes, no one can leave this world before the time is up. Tanu couldn't either. Shahed came like an angel and saved him at the last moment before the second cut of the body clock stopped forever. It would be wrong to say just saved. Taught to understand the meaning of life. It also means that suicide is not the answer. No matter how much misery comes in life, one should at least be patient in the hope of happiness. Because pushing all the darkness, one day the colorful moonlight will fall in the backyard of the mind. And we should live to enjoy the moonlight with our heads on the shoulders of our loved ones.
Suddenly Sambit got back at the call of Saheed. “Are you very hungry? May I have some food? "“No. He doesn't need to. "Why not?"
"I don't know how to repay the debt for what you have done for me." “What kind of debt are you talking about? People can repay someone's debt only when someone benefits them. I did not do any good. I just did my duty. Besides, if anyone saw a girl lying on the street in a bloody state late at night, anyone would help. There was nothing that you did to cause it. Got it?
Tanu did not say anything this time. He remained silent as before. Maybe he wants to say a lot. But could not. What can he say in front of the generosity of this boy named Shahed! Tanu wanted such a man as her life partner in this city of lies. But did not receive. This boy is very different from the one who got it. Both look human. The same blood is made in the flesh. But the two of them think differently. Satisfaction comes from giving a person the hope of survival. And the other pushes towards death. Where the leaves are terribly dark. "Will you listen to me?" Tanu said in an obsessive tone.
Shahid said, 'Yes, tell me.' "You didn't just save me. It also aroused his desire to live anew. " "It simply came to our notice then. Is that so? "
“Hmm, so. The great man who gave me a new life, at least in gratitude to him, I want to live. " “Good. Very good. But I am not a great man, madam, for which I must be grateful. "
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Stop Killing Dreams
A few days ago a friend of mine went to give a job interview. As an office assistant in a private school. He was asked some questions on the interview board-
What's your name?
The friend said his name.
What time do you wake up?
Between 7-8 p.m. Sometimes it's a little late.
What are you studying?
Honors fourth year.
Which category?
Management.
Who is the father of management?
Henry Fail.
Henry Fayel named 14 principles.
Division of work, authority and responsibility, unity of order, unity of direction, concentration and decentralization, discipline, double ladder chain principle. Sir, I don't remember now.
What do you study then, yes? Well, tell me, what do you mean by gravity? My friend fails fairly to analyze.
Then towards the end he said to my friend, you better go home to the village. Go to the canal and catch fish. That will be good for you.
I accepted everything in the play called Interview at an early stage. But in the end, I was in a bad mood for the advice given by the officer.
If I had been in my friend's place, I would not have taken the file in my hand, bowed my head and left with my face covered. I would raise my head and tell him, "Sir, you just sat down and wrote the notice. The spelling 'responsibility' is wrong." Fix it. And by questioning me you may have felt that I did not deserve the job. I would accept that. I'm used to accepting. In that case you could have politely told me to come. But what did you do? Threw a ridiculous advice. Listen, I'll go fishing in the canal or beg or put a loud noise under your ear, that's my personal matter. Who are you to tell? You are limited to your responsibilities.
The interview was actually a sort of drama. Because the pot is fixed in advance. The man who ended up with the job didn't come for the interview. Turning to his Facebook profile, I found out that on the day of the interview, he went on a tour of Bandarban with his girlfriend. And I also found out that Patra is one of the headmasters of that school.
I really want to know, why do they do that? If the pot is fixed in advance, it has to be given directly to the job. What is the need for these recruitment notifications, applications, examinations? Just why are the unemployed playing with dreams? Keeping an eye on each recruitment notice, they study a little more at night. By hard work. Dreaming Somewhere in the silence a hope awoke, this time maybe my job. I can smile and raise my head in public, I am no longer unemployed. This time maybe the father's grief will be erased. Next Eid I will do a lot of shopping for the whole family. I will delete the deficiency. Maybe the word given to the lover will not fail. I will get married. The house will be one. Maybe I'll be fine this time. I will not let the dreams die anymore.
Listen, stop these jokes. Please don't sell jobs for money or uncle's name. Stop killing the dreams of the unemployed. And if it continues like this, let us know. We stop studying. I actually bought a rickshaw with a little energy on my little brother. The money he will earn by driving a rickshaw for ten or fifteen years, he will buy a job later.
Or I will teach my younger brother, which is to follow the daughter of a big politician or a minister like eighteen. Take it easy. Make love Then I will buy a job for the sake of his father. There is no point in wasting half of your life just studying.
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Bigoted people
At the invitation of a friend, I went to a mahfil on the occasion of Eid Miladun Nabi on Thursday evening. There was a gathering in the mosque. The speaker gave an inflammatory speech against France there. On the same day, a young Muslim man entered a church in France and stabbed three innocent people to death.
The cartoonist has undoubtedly committed a crime by drawing a cartoon of our Prophet (peace be upon him). He has touched the hearts of all Muslims in the world. Undoubtedly he is a criminal. Again, the one who killed the cartoonist did not do well. The man who died trying to kill the cartoonist also did not get justice. He could have been brought to justice.
My question is, the cartoonist, the person who killed the cartoonist, at whose hands the killer died, they are all more or less criminals. Why did three innocent people in the church have to die? What is their crime? While listening to the mahfil, I wanted to ask the speaker, what is his opinion on this subject?
All the people of the world cannot do anything against our Prophet by slandering him. We can pray against those who oppose him, may Allah guide them.
That night an innocent man from Lalmonirhat was killed and burnt for insulting the Qur'an. I was stunned to see this scene in the video. Hundreds of people were beaten and their whole body was smashed, but the resentment did not subside.
Well, there will be a movement against the incident in Lalmonirhat? Apparently, the reaction in France was on this man. I find it difficult to call those who can beat and burn an innocent person righteous. A pious person will never show cruelty.
We do not practice our religion properly. I don't grow a beard. I don't pray properly, I don't fast. I eat interest, I lie. I cheat, I occupy other people's land. Cheating on others. I consume alcohol and marijuana. I bully and beat others. I jumped when I heard that I was a thief but my religion was insulted. But indirectly I am insulting religion!
Apart from insulting religion, we should also agitate against corruption, rape, murder, kidnapping, murder and extortion. Leaders are looting thousands of crores of rupees. The people's representatives digested the widow's allowance and the disability allowance. Government rice given to the poor is stolen. Seven kg / eight kg is given instead of ten kg. We do not protest against all this.
I saw an interview with the Khatib of that mosque in Lalmonirhat. He made it clear that the man named Jewel had performed the Asr prayer in that mosque and that it was a crime for him to keep the Qur'an. The man was mentally unbalanced.
But the man was an atheist and had to be beaten to death for making false accusations that he had kicked the Qur'an! He who is righteous will not be a liar.
In our country, there are more religious fanatics than religious people. They are harmful to society and the state.
Well, even after a person dies, resentment does not subside? If that person is also a criminal, should he be torn to pieces and then burned? Was there not a single healthy person? If someone commits a crime, does not Allah Ta'ala have the power to punish him? Has Allah Ta'ala left the responsibility of killing him on us? What does our Islam say about this?
I know that Islam speaks of tolerance. Islam is the religion of humanity. Our religion is not so fragile that one or the other will do great things by insulting it.
Surely Allah Ta'ala will judge all sins. He sees everything, knows. I will give my account, I will not share in another's sin. I will not be held accountable for the crimes of others. But if I do wrong to anyone, Allah Ta'ala will surely punish me.
I went to the mosque on Friday to perform Jumma prayers. A picture of the President of France has been hung on the stairs leading to the mosque. Someone said to me, brother, step on this picture!
I entered the mosque with my feet. I think it is right to call for a boycott of French products because of the insult to the Prophet (peace be upon him). But when we entered the mosque, what did we prove ourselves by tearing up the picture of the President of France?
In the context of politics, leaders often speak in contradictory ways. What did the leaders of our country not say?
The imam of the mosque in Jumma also spoke about France, saying that after the prayers a protest missile would come out of the mosque and every worshiper would have to participate. He who does not participate must understand that his faith is not strong.
I wanted to tell Imam Sahib that we can have a peaceful protest procession, it is a good initiative. But why was it necessary to put pictures on the steps of the mosque?
Hazrat Muhammad (peace be upon him) said, "Do not insult people of other religions, then they will insult Allah without realizing it." How many of us know this hadith?
We should not make religion ridiculous. Protest rallies were held across the country on Friday. I heard a person there say, we will do a long march towards France if necessary! Seriously? Is he talking with understanding? Anyone who can say such a thing can question his knowledge.
France has the largest Muslim population in Europe. I want to know, there are about six million Muslims in France, do they agree with our movement? Europe has sided with France. About sixty percent of our country's garments go to Europe. Well, if they also call "Boycott Bangladesh", what will happen? Our business will not go to China, India will go to Vietnam. Then we will have a strong voice?
One lakh Muslim brothers and sisters of Bangladesh are in France. If the French government expels them from France, will they return to the country and pray for my parents? Or curse?
If France calls for free visas today, I think most Bengalis will leave the movement and line up for visas!
Violence can never be judged by violence. Islam is the religion of peace. All countries have politics about religion. Muslims have been persecuted in many European countries, including India, China, Myanmar and Israel. How many countries can we boycott? Minorities have been persecuted in all countries, regardless of religion.
Those who are ignorant and foolish, those who know little about religion, verbally call others atheists. Maybe you will call me an atheist for writing this!
We seem to be becoming more and more intolerant. This will continue until we learn to respect each other. Distorting someone's image is surely a heinous crime. What are we doing then?
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Own property
My father is a farmer. We are five brothers and sisters. Everyone is a running student. I am in Masters, one is in Honors final year, one is in first year and everyone's younger brother is in Inter second year. Dad got my grandfather's property very little, but he bought the rest of the land. Although I was working hard, but then the day went by. Because everyone knows what kind of income a farmer has. Abba Himshim Khan has to pay the expenses of four of us. The problem started last year. My father forcibly occupied about three bighas of land by another man in our neighborhood. Those fathers have been eating for 12-15 years now. There is no one beside us. All the land documents are fine with my father, but that man Looking back. Disputes over these since last year. Abba has wanted to sit down with them many times to talk about local dignitaries. Every time Abba, my school sir, those who understand the area take the papers with them. But they do not come. There is no justice. A murder case, and a woman's abduction. Abba Bhai got his verdict from the court that he was innocent. But they still did not back down. On the 28th, Abba planted mustard in that land. Later they planted potatoes in that land. They planted trees. Then Abba informed the local police about the matter. Earlier, my father had filed a case in their name. The case is ongoing. But the court had given an order that they should not go to the land. But they disobeyed the order and still went. I got up and sat down. Meanwhile, my elder brothers followed us. I was at great risk of being next to the house. Now when they plant potatoes, my father informed the SI of our police outpost. He told both parties to take the papers. Abba go, they go too. But they can't show any papers. They want time. Then we should cultivate the land. But they still insist. Murray. Head hurts, hand hurts. In our house, broken bricks, stones, bamboo beds (one hand amount) of cows throw stones with barriers. They were pulling out knives, although they didn't use them. I told my father that I would give up the land but before that I would eat someone's kalla. Orato will get the land, but I will not give up easily. I will lose the respect of her three daughters, I will rape her, let as much money as she can. She is putting a lot of pressure on us in all cases starting from mental. She also wants to file a false case in our name. Dad can't be scared outside the house. They don't even listen to the police. They are terrified even when they go to the market. We three sisters don't say anything, we stay in the room all day. Even if we have to go to the washroom at night, we have to leave our parents standing. My father is also an illiterate man. He never went to school. What can we do? We want the matter resolved. If they get the land legally, then we are ready to give up the land. But if we get it, we have to pay. They are not sitting down to settle. They are just wasting time. They threaten to occupy almost all our lands. There are other things that increase tension. Is there anyone who can help to resolve it in a neutral way. What can we do if there is no solution?
My father is dead now, we are two sisters, we have no brothers. My father has 3 brothers and 4 sisters, each of whom has a son and a daughter. My father built our house in my grandfather's place but my grandfather did not document my father's name. The family was divided orally, then my father bequeathed the whole house to our two sisters in the name of our two sisters. However, it should be noted that my uncle has taken or got the same amount of space as my father gave us. Now the thing is that my uncles are saying that they want to take the place of our house. How can we get legal help now!
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Inside view of a person II
I can't sleep all night. How my eyes get blurred in the water. I keep thinking about my mother's struggle again and again.
My younger brother Ishtiaq was five years old then. Ishtiaq's stomach started to ache in the middle of the night. He was screaming and crying in pain. Amma was in great danger then. He woke me up this night. Then he said, 'Mansur, you will walk before me with the hurricane. And I will walk in that light with Ishtiaqar on my lap.
My mother walked three miles that day to the market. But no shop is open then. Went to the market watchman to get the doctor's home address. The doctor said, 'Come on, I'll take you. Amma said simply, Okay.
But he did not know that the guard would lead him to the forest in the wrong way! Ishtiaq is tired of crying due to stomach ache and is leaning on Amma's shoulder.
Amma said in a sobbing voice, 'Play a little more. Just then the guard took the hurricane from my hand and hit a tree, breaking the hurricane. Then I saw darkness all around. In that darkness I could only hear my mother screaming.
I am an eight year old boy. I don't understand but I understand a lot. My mother can't cry even more than she cries. She holds that asshole in her mouth.
I don't know what to do. But before I could do anything, my mother somehow escaped from that asshole. Then he took Ishtiaq in his arms and started running in the dark. I also started running after Amma. And the guard of that market is behind us. When we reached the house running that day, the Fajr call was made in the mosque. In my eyes then the sleep of the state. I fell asleep. But mother does not sleep. Take the tired Ishtiaq in your lap and go to the market again. Show the doctor. Then he came back home. Before Ishtiaq's stomach ache subsided, his mother did not touch him till a drop of water.
How can I forget that birth mother! Ishtiaq may be selfish but I can't. The paradise of that child under the feet of the mother. Or if there is no heaven or what. Mother herself is eight heavens!
I get out of bed in the morning and go to the stove to cook rice. I cook the curry on my own. Then I take a plate full of rice curry to Amma. I spread the rice and put it in Amma's face. Amma wipes her eyes with rice in her mouth.
Then he said in a wet voice, 'Mansur, return to daughter-In-Law and bring her father !
I say softly, 'Mom, she will come one day. Not only Mitu but your youngest son Ishtiaq and his wife will also return. Mom looked at my face. He probably doesn't understand anything.
After feeding my mother, I went to the bathroom and came fresh. Then I go to the office. On the way to the office, Mitu's mother called again. I receive. Mitu's mother said, 'Have you thought of anything, father? Yes, I thought so.
What do you think?
Only if Mitu can tolerate my mother will I tell her to come back. Otherwise, it is better for her not to come!
Is this your last word?
Just the last or the final word. My mother is a priceless treasure to me. I can't waste this treasure! But you are saying these things out of emotion. Look, your brother Ishtiaq is there. Let him keep your mother for six months. You keep the remaining six months.
Ishtiaq doesn't want to keep his mother with him. His wife's problem. Your wife has a problem too. Why do you keep it? Mom, I've come to the office. I am keeping it now. I will talk later.
I put down the phone. Then I came to the office and sat in front of the table and thought again. What do the people of this world actually look like!
To be continued.
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