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Life story of Humayun Ahmed Humayun Ahmed has got the opportunity to study in different schools of the country as his father has been in different parts of the country for employment. He passed the matriculation examination from Bogra Zilla School and secured second place in the Rajshahi Board of Education. He was later admitted to Dhaka College and passed Intermediate in Science from there. He studied Chemistry at Dhaka University and obtained BSc (Hons) and MSc degrees in the first class. He was a resident student of Muhsin Hall and spent his student life in room 574. He later earned a PhD in polymer chemistry from North Dakota State University in the United States. He started his career as a lecturer in Bangladesh Agricultural University in 1973. While working at this university, he wrote the first science fiction love story for you. He joined Dhaka University in 1984. At one point he quit teaching as he was busy writing As a teacher, this professor was very popular among the students Humayun Ahmed's literary life began with the writing of a short novel in the student life of Dhaka University. The name of this novel is Nandit Hell. It was not possible to publish the novel during the war of liberation in 1971. The novel was first published in book form by Khan Brothers in 1982 at the initiative of poet-writer Ahmed Shafar. When the eminent Bengali linguist Pandit Ahmad Sharif spontaneously wrote the introduction of this book, curiosity arose in the literary circles of Bangladesh. Conch Prison is his second book. Until his death, he wrote more than two hundred short stories and novels. One of the main features of his work is 'story-richness'. He also effortlessly and convincingly portrays surreal events that can be considered as a kind of magical reality. His stories and novels are dialogical. He has an unparalleled talent for portraying the character in just a few sentences in a moderate and small range of descriptions. Although there is no lack of social awareness, it is noteworthy that his writings lack political motivation. All compositions have a strong sense of well-being; As a result, the 'negative' character also gained tenderness in his writing. In this regard he is influenced by the American writer Steinbeck. His personal experience and perception can be seen in many works. The novel Madhyan, written in a historical context, is considered as one of his best works. Besides, the story of Jochna and Janani is another large-scale work, which was written based on the liberation war of Bangladesh in 1971. But usually he writes about contemporary events. Humayun Ahmed's first wife's name is Gultekin Ahmed. They got married in 1983. The couple has three daughters and two sons. The three daughters are Bipasha Ahmed, Nova Ahmed, Sheela Ahmed and the son is Nuhash Ahmed. Another boy died prematurely. Humayun Ahmed became close with Sheila's girlfriend and actress Shaon, who has acted in several of his plays and films since the mid-1990s. She broke up with Gultekin in 2005 to end the family feud, and married Shawn the same year. In this house their three sons and daughters were born. The first earthly girl died. The boys are Nishad Humayun and Ninit Humayun. Towards the end of his life, he lived in a flat in Dakhin Hawa Bhaban, 3 / A Road, Dhanmondi, an elite residential area of ​​Dhaka city. He used to get up very early in the morning, he used to write from dawn to 10-11 in the morning. He used to feel comfortable sitting on the ground and writing. He used to draw when he retired. For the last one decade of his life, he loved to live in the garden house 'Nuhash Palli' on 90 bighas of land in the rural area of ​​Gazipur near Dhaka. He is a beaver; But Majlisi was. He loved to tell stories and jokes. He was without vanity. His hobby is silently observing human nature and behavior. However, he never involved himself in the narrow politics or factionalism of the literary sphere. He was short-spoken, a man of somewhat shy nature, and despite his immense popularity, he was comfortable living an intermittent life. But he did not like loneliness very much. He liked to take relatives and friends with him wherever he went. His influence in Bangladesh is intense and profound; That is why his statements on national issues and crises were often published in the media with seriousness. Despite his unparalleled popularity, he lived an intermittent life and kept himself busy in writing and painting. Humayun Ahmed was awarded various prizes for his numerous multidimensional creations. Notable among them are: * Bangla Academy Award (1971) * Children's Academy Award * Ekushey Padak (1994) * National Film Awards (Best Story 1994, Best Film 1994, Best Saskar 1994) * Writer's Camp Award (1983) * Michael Madhusudan Medal (198) * Bacchus Award (197) * Humayun Qadir Memorial Award (1990) * Zainul Abedin Gold Medal

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Himu part-3 : There is a knock on the door. I fell asleep and said, who? No one answered. There was a noise at the door. My problem is that once I get out of the blanket in the winter morning, I can't go in again. It is not yet dawn — it is dark all around. Dark fog can be seen in the glass windows. I opened the door thinking who is coming to me so early in the morning - I remember. He is wearing a trucking suit this winter. Caddus shoes on the feet. Must have run. Eyes and face are red. Breathing loudly. "I went out jogging," Iyad said. I thought, let's see if I can find you with a chance. How many times have I come looking for you. Where have you been all these days? I went into the bathroom without answering. Iad pushed the bathroom door and entered. I'm watering my mouth. Next to the memory. He said, where were you? A good aspect of Yad's character is that he doesn't want to hear any answers to most of the questions. Asks questions as needed. It is better to answer, if not, there is no harm. He will ask questions with joy in his mind. "Himu." ‘What?’ "Why did you scare my wife so much last night?" ‘Scared?’ ‘Of course you scared — you told him I wouldn’t come back at night. Meanwhile, I was really stuck at my aunt's house. It's two o'clock on the way back. When I came, I saw that water was being poured on Neetu's head. The manager has been sent to all the hospitals to search. The manager got out of the car and threw the car into the drain. ‘Is this the case?’ ‘Yes, this is the situation. Neetu has hypertension. It is a little nervous. She has a pet psychiatrist. She visits him every two days. They bring a lot of money. ' ‘You have no way to spend money — something is being spent, what is evil?’ ‘Money is not a problem, Nitu is a problem. I am looking for you for this reason. What can be done to handle Neetu? ' ‘What do you need to handle?’ ‘Needed. I have accepted your offer. I will become a beggar. Seven-day crash program. I will be a beggar for seven days and go around with them. I will beg. ' "Nothing will happen in seven days." ‘How long will it take?’ "Two years." ‘Say what!’ ‘They have to be one to know them properly. It will take time to become one of them. ' ‘How do I handle Neetu?’ ‘People who are upset at small events are not usually upset at big events. Neetu will cope. More and more will go to the psychiatrist. When are you leaving the house? ' Iyad said in an annoyed voice, why are you asking me? It's up to you. I'm mentally ready. I'll start as soon as you say - you say a date. I tell Neetu. ‘Why would I say date?’ ‘You too will go with me. Am I going to beg alone? ' ‘Yes, I will. You beggars need a way of life. Not mine. ' ‘Aren’t you going with me?’ "No." ‘Oh my God! I'm holding on. You're leaving. That's how I prepared. ' I can't smoke on an empty stomach in the morning. Only in annoyance did I light a cigarette. I raised my voice in annoyance and said, "You are going to beg, do you want to take a manager there too?" You will beg. Your manager will keep track of the money. Khawadawa will see. Spread bricks and make water boil so that you can drink boiling water. What an ass! Iyad said with a sore throat, why are you talking ass? ‘That’s what he has to say. You ass, I'll call you an elephant? Whatever I say, say goodbye. ' ‘Are you telling me to leave?’ "Yes, I'm telling you to leave — don't come again." ‘Will not come again?’ ‘No. It hurts to see you. ' ‘Why bother?’ ‘Wouldn’t it be annoying to talk to idiots?’ ‘Donkey you are saying good thing, why are you saying stupid?’ "You're in the bathroom - that's why I'm stupid." Iyad said, I entered the bathroom by mistake, I didn't notice. Let's go. I didn't look at him and said, well, don't come. ' The memory went out. I think it might not have been so difficult. However, he is used to this kind of use from me. He will not feel very bad. I like Yadav. Not just like, quite like. Rough use is with people of choice. One of my father's advice letters is: Hide your love, O son of man. Your choice Treat people harshly, as if they were never yours Can't understand Behave sweetly with the two of you. Reveal yourself This is the first lesson to keep. There is no morning tea in our mess. You have to go to the canteen across the street to have tea. The canteen serves the world's sweetest and at the same time the world's hottest tea. This tea feels bad for the first two days. But from the third day onwards he became intoxicated. When he wakes up, he wants to have a few cups of tea. As soon as I stepped into the canteen, I saw Yad coming again. She got to see me. Maybe hoping I'll call him with a hand gesture. I did nothing. I stared at the other side with a hard face. Iyad sat down in the front chair and said, "You left a letter at our house last night." I brought it, I forgot to give it. I took the letter from Yad's hand and put it in my pocket. Iyad said, don't read? ' ‘I will read it sometime. There is no rush. ' "Neetu said it was an urgent letter." ‘Did he read? Iyad said in an unprepared voice, I think it has fallen. He is very skeptical. When he found the envelope in his hand, he opened it and dropped it. Whoever has the name in the envelope must read it. Sorry. ‘You have nothing to be sorry about. Have a cup of tea? ' 'Eat.' I stood up to ask Yad for tea. He was surprised and said, where are you going? "There is work." "Let's finish the tea - then go." "There is no time - hurry." I left the memory and came back to the mess. I closed the door and went inside. I have no plans today - I will sleep all day. Sleep and fasting. I will break my fast in the evening and get out of bed. The best resting technique is lying down like a dog. Bring the posture that we are in the mother's womb. Darkness in mother's womb. The heat should be slightly higher. Because the heat of the uterus is three degrees higher than the normal body temperature. My house is already dark. The darkness was further increased by covering the nose and mouth with a blanket. I rolled up the door and knocked on the door. Jibanbabu, the owner and manager of our mess, called out softly - Himu bhai, Himu bhai. There is no need to respond to Jibanbabu's call, he does not get mesabhara from me. The rent was paid at the beginning of the month. You can lie down quietly if you want to, but it is not possible. Because Jibanbabu has more patience than Robert Claus. He will keep calling. Keep shaking hard. Call it soft as silk. Shake hard like a bangle. "Himu bhai, Himu bhai." ‘What’s the matter?’ ‘Sleeping?’ ‘Would you believe me if I told you I was sleeping?’ "Come on, I'm in big trouble." The door had to be opened. Jibanbabu entered the room and closed the door. He whispered, "Brother Himu is home." I have read the deep sea. ‘Tell me what’s the matter?’ Jibanbabu lowered his voice further. He can't say any simple thing without whispering. Something special must have happened, because I almost couldn't hear any of his words. ‘Say it a little louder, Jeevanbabu. I can't hear anything. ' "Do you know that every Thursday there is a game of cards in the sixth room of the mess?" 'I know.' ‘Fighting over cards last night. Mr. Murshid opened the mosquito net and hit Mr. Zaheer on the head. Bloodshed! ' "I said hi, is Mr. Zaheer dead?" ‘Didn’t die — but was there a way to get home in vain? হলে If there was a murder, who would the police catch before? Me I am a member of the minority team. Hindu. All the pressure goes on the minority. You have survived as a majority. ' ‘Is this your special thing?’ "Yes." ‘Are you telling me something? Should I tell them not to play cards? ' ‘No no, you don’t have to say anything. I informed you of the incident. If the murder is really something, then tell the police a word or two on my behalf. ' ‘Okay. Now then go. I have planned to sleep all day today. Today is my sleep day. ' Jibanbabu did not move. Stood silently. I said, say something more? ‘Yes, I will. I don't remember. I'm trying to remember. " "It simply came to our notice then. I would have remembered if it was urgent. ' "I remember that woman came to you." ‘Silver?’ ‘Yes না no — he is not. I know him. The one who came had never seen him before — said the name. I can't remember the name. The memory is completely gone. The people of the minority have been in a state of tension all the time. ' ‘Did the girl say anything?’ ‘Not a girl, but a man. He told me the name, not once, but a few times. ' "Please say goodbye." ‘Trying to remember the name. I don't remember. I did not say. You have absolutely lost that brain. Nothing to remember. That afternoon I went to eat rice - Atasi, said - Dad, you ate rice a little earlier. Understand the situation. Meanwhile, blood pressure has also dropped. Broadpressure has been sixty. Sixty. Sixty bloodpressure is not human. Cows and goats are. I have gone to the stage of cows and goats, Himu Bhai. ' I said goodbye to Jeevanbabu and lay down on the bed. I am lying in fear. At any moment, the gentleman's name will come to mind. He will knock on the door and call - Himu Bhai, Himu Bhai. Trying to get sleep. Not making a profit. I can't sleep comfortably. The envelope in the book pocket is squeaking. His letter needs to be read. The moment of reading the letter is not coming. Favorite moment needed to read a favorite letter. My favorite moment is midnight, when all the woodpeckers in the world call twice in a serious voice. There is a knock on the door again. Jibanbabu called Himu brother, Himu brother. I took out the silver letter without replying. "Brother Himu." ‘Say. Remember that? ' ‘Yes-no, I don’t remember. I have come to say another thing. Tell me? ' "Say it." ‘Don’t tell them anything about playing cards. You can be angry. ' ‘Well I won’t say. And listen, Jibanbabu, now I am doing an urgent work I am reading a letter. Don't bother me. If you remember the name of that person, write it down on that paper. ' "Yes, well." There is no light in the house like reading a letter. Half light, half darkness, I am reading a letter. I thought I'd surprise you with something weird on your birthday. I thought a lot about what can be done. I once thought of expensive gifts. You are not addicted to gifts - money will be wasted in the middle. Then I thought I would put a one-page advertisement in all the dailies the advertisement would say — Happy Birthday Himu. I called my father's manager and told him about the plan. Hearing this, his jaw dropped. He is looking with a yes. I said that plan does not seem interesting to you? He said, being. I said, then find out and tell me how much it will take. I'm writing a check. He said, "Who is the Himu man?" ‘Someone I know. Crazy people. ' He said to the hair on his head, the less people know about the birthday of a madman, the better. What is the benefit of informing the people of the country? The manager remembered my uncle. In fact, what will happen if everyone is informed? He who knows will not know. You don't read magazines yourself. The manager's uncle said, "Mom, you look beautiful, buy a card and write it down - Happy Bath Day." I will bring Ana to Eid. A bouquet of roses is available for one hundred rupees, I will give either of them. I said, well, I'll do it. As the manager's uncle left, he looked at me with strange eyes, as if I was feeling well in my own head. I am doing all kinds of petty madness. That's not what I'm doing on purpose. I had a quarrel with my father that day. My uncle came to the country from the States with a meme-wife. In honor of that Memsaheb. Everyone is getting ready. I dressed myself too. I did a shoot after the jewelry what happened when I got in the car, I said, I don't want to go. Dad said, what does that mean? I said, I don't feel good going to the reception. ‘Do you feel unwell?’ ‘No, the body doesn’t feel bad — just doesn’t want to go.’ Dad said, you come to the drawing room with me. I'll tell you a few words. Everyone stood on the verandah. Dad took me to the drawing room. "Sit down, young lady," said the vocalist, like the school's headmaster. I sat down. Dad said, we are giving the party that is being given to your uncle. We are the host. So we have to be present. If your body was bad I wouldn't tell you anything. You have a good body. I understand you don't want to go. A lot of times we don’t want to do much. Yet we do. When you become a human being, you have to follow social norms. Come with me now - everyone is standing. I said no. Dad looked very surprised. I understand that he is trembling with anger inside. Even after that, he got angry and said, Rupa, you either leave for a while. I said again, no. Dad said nothing more. He left me. I am alone in the empty house. Then I thought again - why did I stay, I would have left. Himu, tell me why I am becoming like this? I have been having nightmares lately. Not only that, but all those dirty dreams. It's so dirty that you have to worry. Do you know what I see? I saw a tall, thin, crippled man standing in front of me. He is caressing my whole body with his hands. His hands are like the hands of a leper. Pus from his hand, blood is sticking all over my body. I woke up screaming. The whole body starts to tingle. I go into the bathroom and wash my body with soap. Himu, tell me what is happening? Who knows if my head is getting worse. I haven't seen you in a long time. When I met him, I would say, look at my hand! No matter where I wish you a happy birthday, I'm wasting my time talking nonsense. Happy birthday. "Oh, well." "Yes, no."

Himu part-2 : Two letters inside the house Two letters inside the house. One can see from the envelope that it came from Rupa. White envelope on Curtis paper. The name of the silver embossed in silver ink on one end of the envelope. Silver does not shine on white, yet it is silver style. The other letter is on brown paper. Address typed in English. Neither of the two letters has a stamp — delivered by hand. I put the silver letter in my pocket and opened the other one. That's what I thought, that's what I wrote. Typed letter. Written in English in the form of that telegraph. Himu, can't find. Where are you Bought a video camera. All videos will be. Remember. If you are at home, you have to read it. Must be stuck for the whole day. My job will be to walk around with his fat black bag — now that the video camera has been bought the beggars will be interviewed in the video. It has been on the cassette recorder for so long. Their work is clear. There are ready-made questionnaires: No questions can be asked outside of the questionnaire prepared during the interview. Sample questions are: Name? Female or male? Age? Education? Father's name? Address a) Permanent? B) Temporary? How long have you been begging? What is the average daily income? Number of family members? How many members are beggars? Eat cooked food, or eat begging food? A total of fifty such questions. It takes an hour for one person to answer. He was given five rupees for one hour. Most of the beggars took a shiny note of five rupees in their hands and raised their eyes to their foreheads and said, what did Aida give after working so hard for so long? Afan has no justice? I have tried to tell Iyad that such questions are meaningless. Iyad does not agree. Or he has worked day and night for three months to create questions. The statistical model stood before the question was made. Computer software has changed — and so on and so forth. I was annoyed to hear her gossip and said, shut up ass. He was very surprised and said - why are you talking ass? What is your reason behind calling me an ass? You write it down on point wise paper and give it to me. I will do the cold head analysis. If I see that your argument is not correct, then you have to apologize in writing for calling me an ass. It is better to stay away from such people. I always try to stay away. I run away. The donkey finds me. A kind of thief-cop game. I am a thief - he is a policeman. Since the thief's intelligence is always higher than the police's intelligence, he has not seen me in the last one week. Not yet. I went out again. I have no plans. First you can go to Rupar. I haven't seen him for a long time. Favorite face is to be seen for a while. The human brain decorates pictures of loved ones beautifully. Pictures of loved ones are never arranged for any one strange reason. That is why the face of loved ones can never be remembered with closed eyes. Silver was not found. Rupert met his father. He said frowning - He is not in Dhaka. This gentleman lied in a simple voice. I can understand from his words that Rupa is in Dhaka. I said, where did you go? ‘Is it really necessary to know that?’ "No, you don't need to know — you still want to know." "He has gone to Jessore." ‘Tell me the address?’ The gentleman said in a dry voice, I do not want to give the address. He is sick. We don't want anyone to bother him when he is sick. ‘People need friends when they are sick. I am his very good friend. "His address cannot be given." "Where did he go?" ‘Jessore.’ "It's not going to come back very soon, is it?" "It will be late." I said with a very worried face, that became a problem! Today I met Rupar on the street in front of the press club. He told me to come home. I don't understand the matter, you are saying Rupa in Jessore. An old, responsible man like you must not lie to me. So how did you meet Rupa? The gentleman is looking. Didn't say anything. He was severely injured. It will take time to recover. It's nice to see the change in his expression. ‘Isn’t your name Himu?’ "Yes." ‘What you said is a lie. You have not met Rupar, he is in Jessore. If you try to joke with me, you won't do it again. Remember? ' "Yes sir, there will be." "Get out." "Thank you sir." I left. I am walking thinking about how such a difficult person is the father of a girl like Rupa— Rupa's letter has not been read yet. When it fell, it was over. This is the magic of letters. As long as there is no reading, there is magic. The magic is gone as soon as you read it. Where to go? There is no question of going back to the mess. Iyad must be sitting there. I went to Mr. Morshed's house. Khilgaon is far away. I have to walk for a long time. It is good to walk with a purpose in mind. Although I know who Mr. Morshed cannot be found. Some days it happens that no one is available. Today is probably a day like that. Mr. Morshed could not be found. The door is locked. But I noticed an interesting thing. At the same time as saying the address of the house, he said: Khilgaon No. 132, one storey house, huge mango tree in front. All right, just no mango. Not only this house, there is no mango tree in front of any house nearby. A doorman was found in Mr. Morshed's house. I asked him - was there ever a mango tree here? He was annoyed and said, why will there be mango trees? As if having a mango tree is a crime. I said very politely, how long have you been in this house? "I've been living here since I was a child." ‘Is this the house Mr. Morshed bought?’ ‘No, rent a house. I will not stay long. The landlord has given notice. ' "Well, brother, let's go." ‘Should I tell him something?’ "No." I started walking again. I have to stay on the road till one o'clock in the night. Yad will not sit for me till one. He has to return home by midnight. Nitu's strict instructions. It is not possible for Yadav to ignore the instructions of his daughter like Neetu. How is it when you meet Neetu? The best way to get rid of them is to stay home. He will sit in my mess, I will sit in his house. Erche's good strategy for playing Cho-Police is no more. Flower proof. Their house is a big deal. From the outside, it looks like a prison. The gate is such that nothing can be seen from outside. The big gate is never opened. There is a baby gate with the big gate. It was opened after a lot of pushing. You have to enter the house with your head down. Once inside, he wants to run out - because two Alsatians run at high speed. One of them is pitch black, the other is pale white. Although different in color, they have the same temperament, two are terribly violent, one named Turti, the other Forti. The doorman says, "Shut up." They are silent, but look in such a way that it seems that they will bite their necks at any opportunity. To get from the gate to the house, one has to walk through the garden for a while. That garden is also a great garden. Their house has a two-storied staircase of marble stone. It seems that the chairs are painted every day, because every time I see them, they are shining. The color of the chair mattresses is light green. I would never have known that there is such a beautiful combination of white and green if I had not come to Yad's house. Neetu was sitting in the middle cane chair. Neetu is a heroine-nature girl. She is always dressed up and has sunglasses in her eyes like the heroines. Sunglasses all day and night. Whenever I see her, I think she is going to the party, or has returned from the party. I want to see this girl once in a normal way. That is probably not possible. He looked at me and stood up, said with a smile - let's go, then you were found! He is looking for you desperately. "I came to find out." ‘The thing is I don’t know, there will be something about beggars. I didn't even want to know. Why do you feel that way? ‘How do you feel?’ ‘Looks like he was working on a manhole he came to stop working. Go back and start working again. ' ‘So bad?’ ‘Yeah, so bad. Do you take a bath or not? ' "Let's reduce winter time." ‘Would you take a bath with hot water in the bathtub?’ ‘I don’t need to. It feels good to be dirty. ' ‘It feels good to be dirty! What kind of talk is that? ' "I'm trying to joke." Neetu pursed his lips and said, I don't think it's a joke. You really love being dirty. Anyway, for me, please come clean. Talk to you soon and keep up the good content. I am giving you a new set of clothes. Leave your clothes in the bathtub. It will be ironed and sent to you. ' I smiled. Neetu said, don't laugh. I didn't say anything with laughter. Go, go into the bathroom and read. Quick. There is a group of people ুম bathroom lovers. They are not fascinated by anything else, they are fascinated by the bathroom. I don't belong to that group, but I entered the bathroom of Yad's house and said in my mind for a while in silence, 'What is this!' I said again today. Bathtub filled with water. That bathtub is so big that you can swim if you want. Can be dipped. There is a system of 'listening to music' while taking a bath. The control of the music is definitely out of control. The record that will be played will go to the bathroom through the speaker. Now the song is being played. Rabindranath would have been injured if he had survived, because I was lying in the bathtub listening to his Maya play. Girlfriend says, why, why are you lying. You have that What is lacking in the whole world— There are evil breezes, flower ornaments, cuckoos, crooked groves. I spent about an hour in the bathroom and came out. White pajamas-Punjabi, a light blue woolen sheet. I put shoes on my feet. They are also new. I feel ashamed to see myself in the mirror. Neetu said, wow, you look good! Come on, let's have tea. They have different houses for different food. There is a tea room for tea. The two of us sat in the tea room. A pot of tea. With ashtrays and tin-filled cigarettes. Neetu said, take tea. Take a cigarette. Take the tin with you when you leave. This is for you. "Well, I'll take it." ‘Now I will talk to you openly for a while. Please answer whatever I want. ' "I will." ‘What kind of friend do you remember?’ "Good friend." "If you're a good friend, why did you call him an ass?" ‘Donkeys are a kind of caress. Strangers or half-acquaintances cannot be called assholes. If you say so, you will make a board. Dear friends can be called donkeys. Dear friends are not angry at this. I am rather happy. ' ‘Did you know Iyad is not like the other ten? He takes everything seriously. He didn't sleep all night because you called him an ass. He was sitting awake. He was making a note in a notebook why he can't be called an ass. ' ‘I laughed and said, isn’t that enough to say asshole what he was doing?’ ‘No, not enough. Never call him an ass in the future and don't put any weird idea in his head. ' "I did not put any strange idea in his head." ‘Inserted — you told him you have to be a beggar if you want to know the beggars. You have to be with them. You have to beg like them. Didn't you say that? ' ‘Did I say?’ ‘Do you believe that?’ 'I do.' ‘You mean, like, if someone wants to do research on ants, they have to be ants, and they have to be with ants, they have to eat ants?’ "It simply came to our notice then. There is a way about beggars. Apart from that, ants are not human beings, beggars are human beings. ' ‘Do you know how much I dislike you?’ "No, I don't know." ‘Spiders dislike you more than I dislike them. Today I was sitting on the porch. When you were coming, I wanted to tell you to tear up the man, tear him to pieces. I would say. I took care of myself. I controlled myself. What I have done today, I will not be able to do it another day. Maybe one day I'll really let the dog loose. Take another cup of tea. ' I took another cup of tea. Neetu said, there are many stories about you. Are you a great man? People can tell the future. I don't believe a single point of it. "I don't do it myself." ‘But some do. For your weird way of life. People do not become great men just by walking around the streets wearing dirty clothes. If it were, then there would be three lakh great men in Dhaka city. The number of people roaming the streets of this city is three lakhs. Do you understand? ' 'I can.' ‘I’m not saying you have no power. There is a power. It's good. That is to speak beautifully. What you say seems to be true. Willing to believe. This power is inferior power. Those who sell drugs on the streets also have this ability. If you sell toothpaste or painkillers, you will sell well. ' There is quite a good discrepancy between Neetu and others in one place. Talking about anger makes others angry. His anger continues to grow. Gradually the face becomes red. Once upon a time, the whole face became gorgeous red. Neetu said, I talked a lot, you can say something if you want to say something in his answer. "I don't want to say anything." ‘So did you admit that everything I said was true?’ "Yes." ‘In that case will you listen to my advice?’ ‘Yes, listen. ‘You talk to a psychiatrist. A good psychiatrist will be able to remove the abnormalities that you have. You have been playing the role of a great man for a long time. You have the idea that you are a great man while acting. ' "I have no idea." I heard from you that you eat rice at a hotel called Majnu Mia's Fish-Rice Hotel. It’s coincidence.

Himu part-1 : What is your name? ‘What is your name, Himu?’ "Yes, Himu." ‘Him to Himu?’ ‘Yes-no, Himu from the Himalayas. My good name is Himalayas. ‘Are you kidding?’ "No, I'm not kidding." I took the matriculation certificate out of my Punjabi pocket and handed it over. I said with a smile, it is written in the certificate. See. Esha was shocked and said, do you carry around the certificate in your pocket? ‘Yes, I keep the certificate in my pocket. Many people do not believe the name Himalaya, then I show the certificate. They shake a lot then. ' I got up. Esha said, are you leaving? "Huh." ‘Don’t go now. Sit down. ' Since I am never in a hurry, I sat down. It's about nine o'clock at night. There were no such nights — but this house seems to be late. No one has a response. The old man seems not to belong to this flat. Of the flat next door. Esha is sitting in front of me. Disbelief and curiosity are playing together in his eyes. He wants to ask a lot of questions, but he doesn't have the confidence to ask again. I am a complete stranger to them. His grandmother fell from the rickshaw and tore his head off. I took the lady to the hospital, bandaged her head and reached home. I am sitting on the cane sofa. This is my identity to them. I benefited a little. The family is a little uncomfortable with not being able to repay the benefits. There is probably no tea leaves in the house. If there were tea leaves, the tea would have come by now. It's been about half an hour. The tea is supposed to come out. I said, you don't have tea leaves in your house, do you? Esha was shocked again. She could not hide her surprise. He said with a lot of surprise in his throat, no, no. Our working girl has gone to the country. That market-tazar. I couldn't have tea this afternoon because I didn't have tea leaves. "Shall I bring you some tea leaves?" ‘No no, you don’t have to bring. You sit down. What do you do? ' "I am a traveler." "I don't understand you." "I wander the streets." Esha said sharply, "Are you trying to answer my question in a weird way?" I said with a smile, I am telling the truth. The danger of the truth is that the truth is less acceptable. If I said I was unemployed, wandering the streets, you would easily believe me. ' ‘Aren’t you unemployed?’ ‘Yes-no. My job is to walk around. But I don't do any work. Would you rather get up today? ' "Grandma told you to sit down." ‘What is he doing?’ ‘Lying down. I think he is asleep. Grandma will be very angry if you leave. ' "Then I'd rather wait." I'm sitting on the couch waiting. Esha is sitting in front of me in an embarrassed manner. It is understood that it does not feel good to sit. He kept looking at the inner door. He looked at his watch twice. Can't even leave the beneficial guest alone. Nowadays girls are very smart. Esha burst out and sat down — you sit down and read the magazine, I have work to do! I can't say that. He doesn't want to sit down again. The boys' sheets are on him. What will be the age twenty-four or twenty-five? May be less. Thick-framed spectacles may look too old. The color of the skin is green. If the color was a little better, the girl could be called a great beauty. The girl came empty-handed on the cold floor in the winter. It's interesting. I know that the girls who walk home empty-handed are very soft-spoken. Esha said uneasily, I have exams. I'm going to read. Do you feel bad sitting alone? ‘Don’t feel bad. If there is a magazine, let me sit down and read the magazine. ' "No magazines are kept in our house." "She is OK." ‘Watch TV, leave the TV?’ "All right." Esha left the TV. The picture is not coming right. Blurred blurry picture. Esha said, this condition is because the antenna has broken her. "I'm not in trouble." "I'm so ashamed to leave you alone." "There is nothing to be ashamed of." ‘You sit in the chair next to Kindley. This chair is broken. You can fall by leaning. ' I sat in the side chair. There are some houses that have nothing left. It's probably a house like that. The calendar hangs curvedly on the wall, the pages of which have not been turned. The month of December is in full swing. I looked away from the calendar and at the TV. Drama being. I started watching a drama from the middle. It's not bad. Guessing what happened in the back, moving forward সামনে in the play, a middle-aged man is telling his wife — what are you talking about? No no no. I can't accept your words. He turned his face and cried. Seema is saying with a hard face then - tears are of no value Farid. Tears are worthless in this world. After watching some dramas, it seems that they are not husband and wife. The wives of the play do not call their husbands by their names. Classmates can be lovers. Middle-aged boyfriend-girlfriend. I'm a little upset about that. I am watching dramas with enough interest. I didn't know it was so much fun watching dramas from the middle. Like jigsaw puzzles. The joy of finishing the puzzle is being found. The drama is over. Reconciliation. In the last scene, Farid is embraced by Seema. Farid says that we cannot be defeated by life. In the background, Rabindra Sangeet is the bird of my nest. In the last scene of the play, a new style of using Rabindra Sangeet has started — as a result of which the song is good, the drama is not good. I turn off the TV and sit quietly. There is nothing to spend time in the drawing room of this house. How long can you look at a single calendar! The doorbell is ringing. I opened the door. A gentleman wearing a suit and tie. Childish look. Head full of hair. I have never seen so much hair on anyone's head before. He wants to turn his hand to see. Seeing the gentleman, it seems that he is very embarrassed by knocking on the door. I said, what do you want? The gentleman said in a weak voice, what is Esha? ‘Yes. His test. Is studying. ' "Oh, well." The gentleman seemed more embarrassed. Became more compressed. He said in a weaker voice than before, I will leave him a word. "I don't know if he will agree to talk." ‘Kindly tell me a little. Tell Morshed. ' ‘Do you recognize Morshed?’ "Yes." "Come in and sit down, I say." "I'm not going in. I'm standing here." ‘Well wait — what is your name বললেন Morshed?’ "Yes, Morshed." I thought for a moment. What can be done? From here you can call Esha Esha. Not wanting to call. What happens when you go straight into the house? I know where Esha is studying. Her reading table in one corner of the inner porch. I grabbed my grandmother and laid her in an easy chair on the inner verandah. I saw Esha on the reading table. Since I was able to go inside once before, why not now? Esha may get angry. Don't be angry! Sometimes it is better to be angry. When you are very angry, the germs of the body die. It goes without saying that those who are often angry do not get sick. And those who are not angry at all, they get sick for two days in a row. Most importantly, Esha wants to be a little upset. It doesn't matter if he keeps me quiet and reads the oath. Let's give a little shock. I removed the curtain and went inside like a very familiar person. Esha is sitting on the chair. Leaning on the book. His attention was so much that he did not notice me coming to the verandah. Shaking his head, he continued to read like a baby girl. I stood right behind him and said in a very calm voice, Esha, Mr. Morshed has come. Standing outside. Talk to you soon and keep up the good content. Esha looked at me in shock as if seeing a ghost. I said, what should I tell the gentleman to leave? I told him to come inside and sit down, but he did not agree. Esha said in a hard voice, you please sit in the living room. What do you think you rushed into the house? I said in a very normal voice, should I ask the gentleman to sit down? ‘I will tell him whatever to say. Please, you go to the living room. Wonder what you think went inside? ' I left Esha in a state of shock. The gentleman is out. He is holding a cigarette. Seeing me, he dropped the whole cigarette and smiled in an unprepared manner. I said, go inside and sit down, Esha is coming. ‘Tell me to sit down?’ "I didn't say that, but I don't think you'll be too angry if you go inside." ‘Am I better here?’ "Well, stay." I left my long legs and walked down the street. For now, I will sit in one of the street shops and have tea. Esha's conversation with the gentleman will end in the meantime — I will go back again. I can't go back. Nothing can be said beforehand in this world. Standing on the empty street on a winter night and having tea is a different kind of pleasure. After drinking tea, you sometimes have to look at the sky and see the stars in the sky. The whole body will feel the cold winter air, will have a cup of tea in hand. Look at the stars in the sky. The stars will then feel like small pieces of white ice. Will want to touch with hands, but can't touch. After drinking two cups of tea in a row, I ordered the third cup, then I saw Mr. Morshed walking away. I looked at the ground and saw no one walking so fast. I called - this is Mr. Morshed brother! The gentleman stopped. He looked very surprised. We are just as surprised when a stranger calls us by name. The gentleman doesn't recognize me. Wonder self-forgetful people! I said, will you have tea Mr. Morshed? ‘Telling me?’ ‘Yes, I tell you. Don't you recognize me? ' "Yes, no." "See you soon." The gentleman was even more surprised. I said, do you recognize now? He shook his head and said, yes yes. I can see from the way he shook his head that he didn't know me at all. I said - have you talked to Esha? ‘Yes, it is. I recognize you now. You are Esha's uncle. He called Esha. ' ‘Your memory is very good. I'm not Esha's uncle, of course. That's no big deal. Esha has spoken to you. That's the big deal. " "Esha didn't speak." "Didn't you speak?" ‘Yes-no. He was very angry when he saw me. You know, he cried when he was angry. Then he said, get out. Get out now. I'm gone. ' ‘Well done. Let's have tea. ' ‘I don’t drink tea. I can't sleep at night after drinking tea. ' ‘Then it is better not to drink tea. Who is your Esha? ' "She is my wife." ‘I was guessing so. Let's go. ' "Let's go." Growing up on the main road, the gentleman took a rickshaw. Go to Khilgaon. He told the rickshaw puller, Khilgaon No. 132, one storey house. There is a big mango tree in front. I have never heard of a rickshaw puller being given a home address like this. He got on the rickshaw and looked at me and said, "Uncle, where are you going?" Let's get you down. I'm not Esha's little mama. But it seems pointless to say these things to a gentleman. Uncle's thorn has entered his head. It is not so easy to remove that thorn. I said, Mr. Morshed, I will go in the opposite direction. ‘You can tell Esha that I’m sorry. A mistake has been made. Such a mistake will never happen again. ' ‘I’ll tell you if I see you. Of course I will. ' "What's up, uncle?" "Well, see you again." I started walking in the opposite direction. Esha does not want to go back home again. I haven't decided what to do yet. I will walk on the road for an hour and fall asleep. Dinner has not yet been eaten - where to eat? আছেThere is a note of twenty rupees in his pocket. A lot of money. Twenty cups of tea will be available. A beggar earns two days. The average income of beggars in Dhaka city is ten rupees. This information was obtained from Yadav. He is one of my stupid friends. They have a lot of money. Money makes fools wise too. Iyad could not be made intelligent. The more money Iyad's family has, the more foolish he is. Iyad is doing research on beggars. His Ph.D. The subject of the thesis is ‘Floating Populations: In the Light of Socio-Economic Audit’. Iyad has to collect a lot of data. I'm helping him. Helping means walking around with a big, fat black bag in hand. There is nothing in his black bag that cannot be found. A small typewriter without papers. Chira-molasses filled in the bottle. Instant coffee, sugar, first aid kits. There is also a long nylon rope. I asked, "Why do you remember that rope?" He said with a dry face - it is not possible to say when it is useful. I left. Didn't do well? I did not do well — it is their fault! He would say something quietly for a while - "Didn't you do well?" At one o'clock in the night I went to Majnoor's shop to eat rice. Rice hotels usually do not have a name. It has a name. The name is - "Majnu Mia Rice Fish Hotel". Huge signboard. The signboard has a picture of a chicken on one end and a picture of a goat on the other. There is no picture of rice and fish. The ideal time to go to Majnu's shop to eat rice is at night. Customers leave. The staff sits in a circle with two tables together. I just sat down with them. Majnoor's 'Rice-Fish Hotel' has been dropped. The boy-chef sat down to eat together. The food that survives is eaten at the last moment. Today their luck is good — rui fish. Both Khasi have survived. Lots survived. Just no rice. There is little, so there is a tin plate. Not everyone will have a spoonful of curry. They saw me and made room for me. It is better not to have customers like you. Great pain. I said, is there no rice? ‘Whatever you have will be yours. You eat. They will eat fish and bunches. Playing such a big belly fills the stomach. ' ‘How about cooking some rice?’ ‘Brother Himu, you will not suffer anymore! Will you cook rice at one o'clock at night? ' ‘What’s the problem?’ ‘There are difficulties. No rice. Polaway has little rice বির it will be Birani in the morning. Hey, you eat. I went. And listen, brother Himu, you will forbid your crazy friend Iyad Sahib to come here. Today he came looking for you twice a day. Twice it hurt a lot. Say, give me tea. I gave you tea. Say the cup was not clean. Rinse with hot water, I will pay double price. I washed it with hot water. I spit it out with my mouth and said - give me another cup with less sugar, I will give double price. Double price in words. Hey, who wants a double price from him? I spit tea in front of so many customers, I am not insulted? You tell your friend. "I'll tell Yad." "It's ridiculous to give people a hotel in China, they'll kill you." Majnu Mia left with the cash. Six of us are sitting quietly with a plate of rice in a tin plate. The cook's name is Mostafa. Mostafa is sitting next to me. He is tired and hungry. Mustafa said, Himu bhai, eat afne. The Rui fish was good. Arichar fish. You will get comfort by eating. ‘I eat rice alone, you just curry?’ "There is no problem, brother." ‘There are difficulties. Turn on the stove, put the rice in the polao. Cook the polao. There are good fish, I eat comfortably with polao. The chef looked at the others. Everyone's eyes are shining. I said, the fish curry is cold. Need to warm up. - You have to catch the stove. Mostafa said in a weak voice, the owner will be very angry to hear. ‘Why listen? Don't listen. Without it, the owner will not come to the store for the next two days. ‘Put the polao on? ‘Day.’ ‘There’s a chicken cut in the morning jain. Dimu Vaijaan with rooster-polao? ' ‘Ideas are not bad. That which is fifty-two is sixty-five. What is the problem with rooster polao when polao! How long will it take? ' "If you run with double fire, it will be a half-hour case." ‘Day double fire. Nothing happens in a single fire these days. ' The eyes and faces of the employees of Majnu Mia's rice and fish shop began to sparkle with joy. I said, cook, I'll be back in half an hour. ‘Make tea, brother? Eat hot tea every now and then. ' ‘I won’t starve by drinking tea. Good things are being cooked. ' I went to the Tarangini department store. I woke up Mr. Muhib by shouting. He sleeps inside the store. Mr. Muhib opened the door and said in a simple voice, what do you need Himubabu? "Give me six bottles of cold coke!" Mr. Muhib brought six bottles in a polythene bag. He never once asked what Coke was for at half past one in the night. ‘Mr. Muhib, with no money. I will pay later. ' ‘Yes, well. You will pray for me, brother Himu. Pray for Khasdile. ' ‘What happened again?’ ‘Nothing happened.’ I said. Today is your birthday. Have a nice day. ' ‘Did you know the birthday?’ ‘I don’t know why? I know. I thought I would go to you once in the morning - I could not go. I did not get leave. Let's meet at the end of the day. ' ‘I haven’t seen Mr. Muhib on a good day — it’s almost two o’clock now. The birthday period is over. Go: ' Mr. Muhib looked at her with sad eyes. I came out with six bottles of Coke. The people of Majnu Mia's rice-fish hotel must be waiting for me. It's a good winter. Everyone walks very fast during the winter. I am moving slowly. It feels good to walk in the cold. When you walk at night, your eyes go to the sky. In ancient times, people traveled to Beirut looking at the stars in the sky. All people probably carry that ancient memory in their ‘genes’.

Some information about Humayun Ahmed Humayun Ahmed (November 13, 1947 - July 19, 2012) was one of the most popular Bengali novelists of the twentieth century. He is considered as the best writer after the independence of Bangladesh. He is simultaneously a novelist, short story writer, playwright and lyricist. He is said to be the pioneer of modern Bengali science fiction literature. He is also acclaimed as a drama and film director. The number of his published books is more than two hundred. He is the father of a new style of dialogue in Bengali fiction. Some of his books have been translated into many languages ​​of the world, some of them are included in the school-college university curriculum. From the late seventies until his death, he was an unrivaled craftsman of Bengali fiction. The popularity of his stories and novels during this period was incomparable. The characters Himu and Miss Ali created by him have deeply overwhelmed the youth of Bangladesh. His films have received immense audience popularity. But his television dramas were the most popular. Although not in large numbers, his songs also gained special popularity. One of his novels is Nandit Narke, Madhyahan, Jochna and Janani's story, Matal Hawa etc. Some of his films are Dui Duari, Shravan Megher Din, Ghentuputra Kamala etc. He was a long time professor in the Department of Chemistry, Dhaka University. He left teaching for the sake of writing and making films. He was detained by the Pakistani army during the Bangladesh War of Liberation in 1971 and shot dead after being tortured. He miraculously survived. Humayun Ahmed was born on 13 November 1948 in Kutubpur, Kendua, Netrokona sub-division of the then Mymensingh district of East Pakistan. His father Faizur Rahman Ahmed and mother Ayesha Fayez. His father was a police officer and he was martyred during the war of liberation of Bangladesh in 1971 while on duty as SDPO (Sub-Divisional Police Officer) of the then Pirojpur subdivision. His father used to write in newspapers. He also published a book during his stay in Bogra. The name of the book is Island Neva in whose house. Although his mother was not accustomed to writing, he wrote an autobiography entitled Life as It Is. His younger brother Muhammad Zafar Iqbal is a science teacher and novelist in the country; The youngest brother Ahsan Habib is a prolific writer and cartoonist. It is known from his novels that Humayun Ahmed was named Shamsur Rahman as a child; Nickname Kajal. His father (Faizur Rahman) named his son Shamsur Rahman after himself. Later he changed the name of his son to Humayun Ahmed. In the words of Humayun Ahmed, his father liked to change the names of his sons and daughters. His younger brother Muhammad Zafar Iqbal was earlier named Babul and younger sister Sufia was named Shefali. While in Chittagong in 1972-84, Humayun Ahmed's name was Bachchu. He was diagnosed with colon cancer in September 2011 while undergoing medical treatment in Singapore. He was treated at the Memorial Sloan-Kettering Cancer Center in New York. However, as the tumor did not spread outside, his treatment was easily possible at first, but it soon got out of control. He was given chemotherapy in 12 stages. Although he improved somewhat after the surgery, his condition deteriorated rapidly as he was attacked by an unknown virus at the last minute. Humayun Ahmed died on 19 July 2012 after being artificially placed on live support. The illustrious author died at 11:20 a.m. local time on July 19, 2012 at Bellevue Hospital in New York after nine months of treatment for colon cancer. He was buried in Nuhash Palli. His death caused an unprecedented outcry among all classes of people in Bangladesh. His death created a vacuum in Bengali literature and film.

The heart without Allah's love is like a deserted house The main target of our life is Allah. He must be happy at any cost. Everything in our life and death will be under His provision. The path of his prophet will be the only way for us to walk. The splendor of the earth has increased so much that today, wherever I look, my eyes are dazzled. But my friends! When you look at the heart, it seems that the heart is empty. Nowhere in the world is there a speck of humanity. There are people, there are no human qualities. The house is apparently illuminated, but heartless. In fact, the night of the new moon is darker than the moon. Electric lights are on all night. Even if the needle falls on the road in the middle of the night, it can be picked up by electric light. This is our world. But our heart world is a wasteland, there is no touch of light anywhere. Apparently all around seems green-green. As far as vision goes, the locks are cropped. Just green and green all around. But the texture of the heart is more barren than the soil of the desert. There is no sign of green. The heart that does not have the love of God, the heart that does not long for the name of God, the heart that does not have the attraction of love of God, the heart that does not encourage people to get up in the middle of the night and go to the mosque, the heart that does not pull the forehead to the ground, the heart The heart is not the heart. That heart is harder than stone. My friends! Those who are wives today have tasted the love of their husbands. The parents have smelled the love of the child. In this world, we have all seen the love of money and gold and silver. But what I did not see was the love of God, the love of God. Today in our hearts there is no wealth in the love of God to cry, to be restless, to suffer. This Ummah has become barren today. The world of the heart is deserted to them. The heart is blind to them. The eyes are illuminated. The house is bright. But the heart is covered with darkness. Those who used to cry in the middle of the night for fear of Allah are no more today. Now we spend the night like the dead. Unemployed spend our days. Today women are oppressed. Today's women have no duty other than cooking food for the house, tidying the house and raising children. I would like to say this to our Muslim brothers and sisters - the main goal of our life is to establish a relationship with Allah. Love for Allah and love for the Prophet (peace and blessings of Allaah be upon him) is the main capital of our lives. We have to move forward with this capital in mind. Everything outside of this will be left behind. But what to do? Our women retire from breakfast in the morning and start cooking at noon. After lunch, the preparation of afternoon tea began. After retiring from the afternoon tea and breakfast, dinner is arranged. Then they lay down on the bed with tired bodies. The night passes through deep exhaustion and fatigue. The stomach is the focal point of all events from morning to evening. Which is basically a urine-toilet arrangement. But if we look at our past, we will see that the fire did not burn in the house of the Prophet (peace and blessings of Allaah be upon him) for two months. No cooking was arranged. There were no ornaments in the house. There were no extra clothes. There was no tidying up of the house and various arrangements for cooking. Yet the heart was full of love for God.

Rasul is the brightness of my light Our beloved Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him). He was born in Mecca, a desert country in Arabia. The time was April 20, 5 Rabiul Awal, 570 AD. Regarding the arrival of the Prophet (peace be upon him), Allah said in the Holy Qur'an, "I have sent you as a Messenger as a mercy of the created world." It is further stated in Surah Al-Azhab: ‘O Prophet! We have sent you as a witness, as a bearer of glad tidings and as a warner, and as a caller to Allah's command and a shining example. ' The Prophet of Mercy (peace be upon him) was really like a lamp. His light shone all around. Then all around is so bright, bright. The name of the family of Muhammad (peace be upon him) is Quraish. The name of the tribe is Bani Hashim. Family Muttalib. Father's name is Abdullah. Amma's name is Amina. Grandfather's name is Abdul Muttalib. And grandfather's name - Wahab. Abdul Muttalib's family was very noble and noble among the Quraish. He had a lot of reputation. Nabiji's uncles were Haris, Abul Uzza (Abu Lahab), Abu Talib, Dirar, Abba respectively. Mukaobim, Jhabhal, Hamza and Jubayer. And his uncles were ‘Atiqah, Waima, Arwa, Barra, Umm Hakim and Safiyyah. Muhammad Rasulullah (peace be upon him) was the stepmother of Kaniz Chaobia and Halima Chadia. The childhood of the Prophet of Mercy was completely different. Father died before he was born. He was brought up by his stepmother Haliya till the age of five. The next six months to Ammar. My mother died at the age of six. He was brought up by his grandfather for the next two years. My grandfather died when I was eight years old. After the death of his grandfather, the Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him) was brought up by his uncle Abu Talib. At the age of twelve, the Prophet (peace be upon him) went to Syria with his uncle Abu Talib. At the age of only seventeen, the adventurous young Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him) formed the first organization for the liberation of oppressed humanity, 'Hilful Fuzul', through the joint efforts of a few young men. There were five oaths of ‘Hilful Fuzul’ organization. Such as: 1. I will serve the poor, helpless, victims. 2. I will resist the oppressor wholeheartedly. 3. I will help the oppressed. 4. I will maintain peace and order in the country. 5. I will try to establish harmony between different tribes. In fact, these five vows are equally important to all of us today. Muhammad (peace be upon him) used to meditate in the cave of Hera in the mountain of light at that young age. One day while meditating in this cave of Hera, it was revealed by Allah: ‘Ikra bismi rabbikallaji khalak.’ ‘Read in the name of your Lord Who created you. ' As soon as he heard the verse, the Prophet of Mercy was overwhelmed. He came home and lay down with a blanket. Even then he is equally wealthy. Just then it was revealed: ‘O man covered with a blanket! Arise, warn the people, and proclaim the greatness of your Lord. ' Then the Prophet (peace and blessings of Allaah be upon him) climbed Mount Shafa and called the people of Makkah, ‘Ya sabaha. The people of Makkah came running after hearing the signal of the Prophet (peace be upon him). Noticing them, the Prophet (peace be upon him) said: “O passengers of the path of destruction! Be careful. There is still time, there is still a way. Worship the One God. Make the heart beautiful. Then you will prosper in this world and in the Hereafter. Only eight people believed in the first call of the Prophet (peace be upon him). They are: Khatijatul Kubra, the wife of the first female Prophet (SAW), Ali (RA), the first teenager, Zayd (RA), Abu Bakr Siddiq (RA), Umme Ayman, Amar bin Ambacha (RA), Belal (RA). Khalid bin Sa'd. Hazrat Khadijatul Kubra was the first man and woman to convert to Islam. Then one by one some more women converted to Islam. Such as Abbas's wife Ummul Fazal (ra), Anis's daughter Asma (ra), Abu Bakr's daughter Asma (ra) and Umar's sister Fatima (ra). Just as Khadija (ra) was the first convert to Islam, so was Hazrat Sumaiya (ra) the first martyr among women. He is also immortalized in the pages of history as the second martyr of Islam. Hazrat Fatima's brother Umar converted to Islam through his tireless and fearless efforts. This daring Umar (ra) was our second caliph after the death of the Prophet (sa). The time came for the migration to Abyssinia. This is the first Hijra. Several women were with the first group of the first Hijrah. They are Rokaiya (ra), Salma bint Suhahil (ra), Umm Salma bint Abi Umayya (ra), Laila bint Abi Hashmah (ra). Responding to the call of the Prophet (peace be upon him), the thoughtful truth-loving people of that time, the deprived and humiliated people, and some humiliated women took refuge in the shadow of Islam. The louder the voice of the Prophet (peace be upon him) became louder, the louder the call to Islam, the more the oppression of the sinners on the brave people of truth increased. The infidels and polytheists started all kinds of conspiracies and attacks to silence the loud voice of Islam. Their torture and oppression were martyred one by one in the early days - Haris Ibn Abihala (RA), Sumaiya (RA), Yasir (RA) and Khobayeb (RA). And Ammar (ra), Khabbab (ra), Jubayer (ra), Bilal (ra), Sohaib (ra), Abu Fakiha (ra), Lubaina (ra), Junaiya (ra) and Nahdia (ra) were tortured to the extreme. .

What is depression? Depression is the name of the distance between you and your creator. Khadija (R) was the daughter of a very rich family. It is normal to grow up in luxury. When the other tribes besieged the Quraish because of the preaching of Islam by the Prophet (peace be upon him), the children of the tribe of the Prophet (peace be upon him) and Khadija (peace be upon him) had to live in severe hardship for two and a half years. He even ate the leaves of the tree in hunger. Hazrat Bilal (R) was an Abyssinian slave. For the crime of accepting Islam, he would be left in the desert sun, his body fat would melt away. Imam Ibn Taymiyyah spent eight years in prison. He died in jail. But what did he say, you know? Said, there is a paradise in the world, I have found that paradise in my heart. Why did singer Linkin Park commit suicide if listening to music, watching movies, reading motivational books or chatting with people was the only way to get rid of depression? Or why did actor Sushant Singh commit suicide? Why did motivation guru Dale Carnegie commit suicide? Allah, Islam, faith and depression cannot coexist in one heart. If you have the slightest bit of depression in your mind, it means that there is no God in your heart, but Satan has settled there. Those who fall into depression or commit suicide, you will see in bold spots, they are agnostics or atheists. If a Muslim admits to depression, it's time to think about your faith. This time many people will come and say, you will not understand my situation, my family problem, money problem, husband problem ..... Hey brother, stop !! Tell me the story of a situation? Wife not good? Lot's wife was not good either. Who knows who was the husband of Hazrat Asiya (a)? Pharaoh. Pharaoh was cut to pieces and drowned in hot oil for disobeying God. Hear more? Depression so nothing is trying? Prophet Noah (peace be upon him) was able to accept the invitation of eighty people for almost a thousand years. Did your relatives hurt you? Slandered? Joseph's brothers threw him into a well and left. The businessman's wife was sentenced to seven years in prison for not committing adultery with Zulekha !! What situation would you still tell me? Let's see what the Quran says- When Prophet Ibrahim (peace be upon him) reached old age, a group of angels came from Allah and gave him the good news of a wise son. In a voice full of astonishment, Hazrat Ibrahim (peace be upon him) asked: I am getting old, are you still giving me this good news ?! On what basis are you giving this good news? The angels said, "We are telling the truth." I am giving you true good news. Let old age touch you, you will have children at this old age. You don’t go to the party of the despairing. The Prophet Ibrahim (peace be upon him) replied to them, "Who can despair of the mercy of his Lord except the misguided?" (See Surah Al-Hijr, verses 53-56) Those who despair of God's mercy are called misguided !! Will you still tell me stories of depression? Listen to another story- The most beloved child of Hazrat Yaqub (as) was Hazrat Yusuf (as). But his brothers could not easily accept his father's caress, so one day they took him away from his father and threw him into a well. Rising from the well by the infinite might of God, one day he became in charge of the treasures of Egypt. And the brethren that had conspired against him, being hungry, came unto him to fetch food. Then he tricked his brother Benjamin into leaving him. Having lost two sons, the father of Hazrat Yaqub (as) said to the other sons, (Translation) ‘O my sons! Go and look for Joseph and his brother. Do not despair of God's mercy. Know for sure that no one can despair of Allah's mercy except the disbelievers. '{Surah Yusuf (12): 6 Read the last line again !! Not only that, it is a sin for poets to be depressed by the mercy of Allah. Take this hadith- The famous Companion Hazrat Abdullah bin Masud. The Prophet (peace and blessings of Allaah be upon him) said to him, ‘Habru hazihil ummah’ - the learned man of this ummah. He said, "The greatest sin of the poets is to associate with Allah, to be free from the grip of Allah and to despair of the mercy of Allah." (Musannafe Abdur Razzaq, Hadith 19801) Playing music or movies, books will not free you from depression. The only cure for depression is to return to God. When your devil tells you that you are in a lot of trouble, there is no one who is in more trouble than you, then Allah says- "There is relief with hardship. Of course there is relief with hardship." [Surah Al-Alam Nasrah (94): 5-6] Last words: Favorite actor Sushant Singh Rajput has committed suicide while the movie was a motivational, anti-suicide movie. The movie could not bring him back from depression. For the last six months, he was also receiving treatment, but to no avail. There is a cure for diseases of the body, there is no vaccine for the disease of the mind in medical science. Dale Carnegie, the best-selling motivational book ever, committed suicide in his last life. The peddler of motivation could not get enough motivation to survive !! Linkin Park. Listening to the songs of the band that makes our night dawn, we get a lot of encouragement, many people are looking for the elements of survival in their songs, the famous artists of that band could not find the elements of their own survival in their songs. Eventually he committed suicide. Charlie Chaplin. The best comedian of all time. No one knew what pain was hidden behind the foolish laughter of the man who made people laugh from all over the world. He finished himself. So what is the solution? Know that true peace of heart can be attained only through the remembrance of Allah. Return to God. Come back to the Quran. The heart that has the love of the Most Gracious, the heart that has God in it, cannot have depression in its heart.

Appreciation of hard work *Appreciation of Hard Work One young academically excellent person went to apply for a managerial position in a big company. He passed the first interview, the director did the last interview, made the last decision. The director discovered from the CV that the youth’s academic achievements were excellent all the way, from the secondary school until the postgraduate research, Never had a year when he did not score. The director asked, “Did you obtain any scholarships in school?” The youth answered “none”. The director asked, “Was it your father who paid for your school fees?” The youth answered, “My father passed away when I was one year old, it was my mother who paid for my school fees”. The director asked, “Where did your mother work?” The youth answered, “My mother worked as clothes cleaner. The director requested the youth to show his hands. The youth showed a pair of hands that were smooth and perfect”. The director asked, “Have you ever helped your mother wash the clothes before?” The youth answered, “Never, my mother always wanted me to study and read more books. Furthermore, my mother can wash clothes faster than me”. The director said, “I have a request. When you go back today, go and clean your mother’s hands, and then see me tomorrow morning”. The youth felt that his chance of landing the job was high. When he went back, he happily requested his mother to let him clean her hands. His mother felt strange, happy but with mixed feelings, she showed her hands to the kid. The youth cleaned his mother’s hands slowly. His tear fell as he did that. It was the first time he noticed that his mother’s hands were so wrinkled, and there were so many bruises in her hands. Some bruises were so painful that his mother shivered when they were cleaned with water. This was the first time the youth realized that it was this pair of hands that washed the clothes everyday to enable him to pay the school fee. The bruises in the mother’s hands were the price that the mother had to pay for his graduation, academic excellence and his future. After finishing the cleaning of his mother’s hands, the youth quietly washed all the remaining clothes for his mother. That night, mother and son talked for a very long time. Next morning, the youth went to the director’s office. The Director noticed the tears in the youth’s eyes, asked: “Can you tell me what have you done and learned yesterday in your house?” The youth answered, “I cleaned my mother’s hand, and also finished cleaning all the remaining clothes”. The Director asked, “please tell me your feelings”. The youth said, “Number 1, I know now what is appreciation. Without my mother, there would not the successful me today. Number 2, By working together and helping my mother, only I now realize how difficult and tough it is to get something done. Number 3, I have come to appreciate the importance and value of family relationship”. The director said, “This is what I am looking for to be my manager. I want to recruit a person who can appreciate the help of others, a person who knows the sufferings of others to get things done, and a person who would not put money as his only goal in life. You are hired”. Later on, this young person worked very hard, and received the respect of his subordinates. Every employee worked diligently and as a team. The company’s performance improved tremendously. Moral: If one doesn’t understand and experience the difficulty it takes to earn the comfort provided by their loved ones, than they will never value it.The most important thing is to experience the difficulty and learn to value hard work behind all the given comfort.*

Love in a bottle The Love of God Brad and Janet had to do a science report on a current event in science going on in theircommunity for their sixth grade science class. Then they saw in the paper that a scientiston the other end of town was almost ready to get a breakthrough on bottling an importantthing that everyone needs. So they called up and got permission to come out and be therefor the final tests. When Brad and Janet arrived, the laboratory wasn’t exactly what they expected. It wason the edge of town and the bus went a long way into the grounds and dropped them offto pick them up again in an hour or so. “Brad, this looks like an old castle more than a laboratory of a scientist.” Janetcomplained. “For goodness sake, Janet, get a hold of yourself. It’s ok. Lots of scientists use oldbuildings. It helps them save money. Ring the bell.” So Janet but the huge black buttonbut instead of a DING DONG, the sound of a gong rang through the entire building. Itwas getting dark so they were eager to be inside. The sound of footsteps came frominside and then the big wooden door that was more like a church door than a businesscreaked and moaned and opened. There in the doorway was a very strange man. He wassmall, about as small as Brad and Janet and they were children. He was bent over and hisback seemed to pooch out in back like there was something wrong with it. He hadstringy hair and he spoke badly, like he had a bad speech impediment. “Are you Brad and Janet?” He said in a strange way that made them both get goosebumps. “Yes,” Janet said, “I am the girl member of the team.” She said realizing how dumb thatsounded. “Please come in. Doctor Stein has been waiting for you. My name is Gregor, please feelwelcome.” The big door slammed shut like it would never open again and they followedGregor up a long spiraling staircase to an upper room that looked like it opened to thenight sky where a storm was brewing. Another huge door opened and they came into alaboratory that was a full of whiling lights and colorful fluids boiling and percolating allover the place. Suddenly from behind a work station a wild haired silly looking manappeared. He was tall, lanky, his glasses were taped in the middle and his hair wenteverywhere. “Brad, Janet, I am so glad you are here for this important night. I am Doctor Stein.Frank Stein but call me Doctor Stein. You met Igor.” The crazy man said talking fastwith his hands and arms going everywhere as he talked. “I thought his name was Gregor.” Brad objected. “Gregor, Igor, what’s the difference?” Said the doctor. “What’s important is what I havehere. Look in these bottles. In these bottles I have the final two formulas for bottling themost important need mankind has ever had. Yes, I have perfected the formula to bottlelove. Think of it Brad. You too Janet. If I can bottle love, nobody will be unloved everagain. They can just drink my formula and, whammo, instant love.” “But that doesn’t really make sense because…..” Janet started to say but she couldn’tinterrupt. “THIS IS PERFECT.” The doctor yelled throwing his arms all around him. “Theformulas are at their perfect moment right now. We have to get an experiment done.Now, formula number one, its ready. Igor come here, drink this.” And he handed hisbent over servant the vial with some of the fluid that was supposed to be love. Igor drankit, then he began to twitch and make weird noises. “EEK, IKE, OOPS, YOWZA!” Igor said and then je fell to the ground. He didn’t exactlystand back up but got up on his hands and knees. “Arf.” He barked. “Arf arf” and hebegan panting and acting exactly like a dog.” “Oh my.” Janet said quietly. “You said a mouthful Janet.” Said Doctor Stein. “That’s all wrong. If you have love in abottle, it shouldn’t turn you into a dog. We need more love in the world, not more dogs.”And he went to the counter and got a shot. “Here Igor, this is the antidote.” He gave Igorthe shot. Igor rolled over to have his belly scratched then twitched. “EEK, IKE, OOPS, YOWZA!” he said and then he stood up. “Master can’t we use miceor somebody else for these experiments? I am getting worn out turning into things.”“You mean you have tried your love in a bottle on him before?” Brad said with outrage. “Well yes.” The doctor confessed. “Those experiments didn’t exactly work out. Thefirst time it changed him into a lemur. Let me see then there was the time he was a ferret,an entire band of circus acrobats and a stick.” “Don’t forget an eggplant, a girl scout, John Wayne, the entire cheerleading squad forGeorge Washington Carver Middle School and Elvis” Igor remembered painfully.“Yes some of the formulas have not gone very well.” Doctor Frank Stein said sadly.“But this time I think we got close. He was a dog and after all, everybody loves dogs.” “You can’t get love inside you drinking a medicine.” Janet finally said firmly gettingtired of all this foolishness. “What do you mean?” The mad scientist asked. “You can only get the love of God in you from Jesus?” She continued. “The Bible tellsyou all about it.” Janet said and she took out her Bible and showed Igor and Doctor Steinwhere Jesus taught his disciples that all of us have to accept Jesus as our savior and thatthen His love would fill our hearts to overflowing. “You mean God just pours love into your heart and you don’t have to drink anything?”Doctor Stein asked. “That’s right and you don’t have to buy anything or even be a good person because Jesuswill come in and make you a good person from the inside out.” Brad added rememberingall the good things Janet and he had learned in Sunday school. “Well there goes the plan to get rich selling love in a bottle.” The doctor said sadly.“But you can be full of His love right now. You too Igor. If you let us pray with you toaccept Jesus.” Brad continued. So the doctor and Igor accepted Jesus and their hearts were full of God’s love for the restof their lives. God used their amazing talents for good things, to help poor people andcure diseases. And they never again made a formula that turned people in eggplants,ferrets or Elvis and none of their medicines made people go. “EEK, IKE, OOPS,YOWZA!”

A beautiful true love story Once a young man and a girl fell in love, the boy was from a poor family, but the girl was from a wealthy family, so they did not welcome their daughter’s marriage to this industrious young man, but he worked hard and decided to prove to them that he is really a good person and deserves their daughter. Indeed, after a while the family’s opinion changed and they realized that he Good young man. But despite this, he could not marry her because he was a soldier in the ranks of the army, and soon the war broke out before the marriage was consummated and he was called to fulfill the call of the homeland. The tear of the girl wiped a tear down her soft cheek as she indicated his approval, the two young men had been engaged shortly before that, and they agreed that when he returns next year they will marry, but some days after the young man left, a tragedy occurred that changed the course of things as the girl had an accident A big car had a head-on collision, so the losses were big. When the girl woke up in the hospital, her father saw her mother crying in a burning sensation, and she immediately realized that something was wrong, then discovered later that she had a direct injury to the brain, specifically in the part that controls her facial muscles, where it was severely damaged and affected her beautiful face, so she became deformed after she was beautiful . The girl cried badly when she looked at herself in the mirror, and began to say in sorrow: Yesterday I was beautiful, but today I am an ugly monster, her body was also covered with many ugly wounds, so the girl stood in a strict position with herself and decided to release her fiancé and remove him from The promise that was between them, because she realized that he would not want her after what happened to her so she decided not to see him again and erase him from her painful story. For a whole year, the beloved soldier kept writing many letters to her, but she did not answer. He called her several times, but she did not return his calls. He realized that she had decided to move away and deserted, and after a year passed the mother entered her daughter’s room and told her in anticipation: “He has returned from the war.” The girl screamed, saying: No, please do not tell him about me and do not tell him that I am here, so the mother completed what she came for, saying: He will marry you, he has sent you the wedding invitation, the girl’s heart melted because she knew that she still loves him, that was a really difficult moment that passed her as he passed The previous year was an odious long time, but she held herself together and with great sadness opened the invitation. And when I looked at it, I was surprised by what she saw, because the bride's name written on the wedding invitation was her name! Yes, it was her name. She looked at her mother in astonishment and said to her: What is this? Then the young man entered her room with a bouquet of beautiful roses and knelt beside her, as he had always done with her, saying: "Are you going to marry me?" The girl covered her face with her hands and said to him: "I am ugly!" How would you associate yourself with a bloodthirsty like me, the mold of the loving young man: Without your knowledge, your mother sent me your pictures after the accident, when I saw your pictures, I realized that nothing had changed, because you are still the person that I fell in love with a year ago, you are still beautiful and have not changed because I did not fall into Love your face, but you fell for you.

The psyche At dawn, when the clouds are red, a great star shines, the beautiful morning star. Her beams tremble on the white wall, as if she would like to write there the story of all she has seen during the thousands of years she has watched our revolving earth. Listen to one of her stories. A little while ago - a few centuries ago, which, though a long time to you men, is just a little while to me - my beams watched a young artist. He lived in the papal state, in one of the world's great cities, Rome. Many things there have changed since those days, but they haven't changed as quickly as the human being changes from childhood to old age. The eternal city was then, as it is now, a city of ruins. The fig tree and the laurel tree grew among the overturned marble columns and over the destroyed baths, their walls still inlaid with gold. The Coliseum was a ruin. Church bells rang, and fragrant incense filled the air, while processions with magnificent canopies and lighted candles passed through the streets. It was a beautiful church service honoring the great and inspired arts. The world's greatest painter, Raphael, and the greatest sculptor of his time, Michelangelo, lived in Rome then. The Pope himself admired them both and honored them with his visits. Indeed, art was acknowledged, honored, and rewarded; but not all great and noble things were known and seen in those days, any more than they are now. In a little, narrow street stood and old house that had formerly been a temple, and here lived a young artist; he was poor, and he was unknown. Of course, he had plenty of friends, other artists, young in mind and thought, who kept telling him he was blessed with ability and talent and that he was a fool for having no more self-confidence. Anything he formed out of clay he always broke into pieces; he was never satisfied with what he did; nor did he ever finish anything, which, of course, one must do to become known, acclaimed, and to earn money. "You're a dreamer!" his friends said. "And that's your misfortune. That is because you haven't enjoyed life the way life should be enjoyed. Youth and life go hand in hand. Look at the great master Raphael, whom the Pope honors - does he live the way you do?" Yes, they had much to say, all of them, aroused by their youth and outlook. They wanted the young artist to join them in riotous pleasures, and sometimes he would succumb to a moment of desire; his blood would become warm; he would join in the lively talk and laugh loudly with the others. But the thought of the "life that Raphael lived," as they called it, disappeared like morning dew when he saw that master's great pictures before him and felt the power of God's holy and divine gift. And when he stood in the Vatican among the noble and beautiful figures that great masters had shaped from marble so very long ago, his breast would heave with joy and longing. He could feel some power stirring within him, great, good, holy, and uplifting, and he longed to create such forms, to carve them out of marble. He wanted to create an image of what he felt in his heart - but how, and in what shape? The soft clay molded easily under his fingers, but the next day he would always break his work to pieces. One day he happened to pass by one of the rich palaces, of which Rome has so many; he paused at the large open gates and inside saw colonnades adorned with statues, surrounding a little garden that was filled with the loveliest roses. Large calla lilies with rich green leaves grew about a fountain in a marble basin, where clear water splashed. A young girl, daughter of that princely house, glided through the garden and past the fountain. How beautiful, how graceful and delicate she was! He had never seen such a beautiful woman before. Yes, once! He had seen one painted by Raphael, painted as Psyche, in one of Rome's palaces. Yes, her portrait was there - and here she was alive! He carried her image away in his heart and thoughts; and when he had returned to his humble room he molded a Psyche in clay. The figure was the rich, noble young daughter of Rome, and for the first time he was satisfied with his work. It had expression and feeling; no longer was his ideal vague and shadowy. And when his friends saw his work they were delighted. Here was the work of a true genius, they knew, and the world would acknowledge. Clay is lifelike, but it has not the whiteness or durability of marble; Psyche must receive her life from the precious block. This would not be too costly for the young artist, since a large block had been lying in the yard for many years; it had belonged to his parents. Broken glass, stalks of cabbage, and pieces of artichoke had been flung over it, soiling its purity; but inside it was still as white as the mountain snow. From this block Psyche would lift her wings. Now, it happened one day - the morning star didn't tell me this, for she never saw it, but I know it, anyway - that a party of Roman nobles visited the narrow, humble street. The carriage stopped a little way off, and the visitors came to inspect the young artist's work, having heard of it by accident. And who were these distinguished strangers? Poor young man! Or should we say happy young man? The young maiden herself stood in his room, and how she smiled when her father said, "Why, it's you, to the life!" That smile, that strange look she gave the young artist! It cannot be described; it was a look that uplifted, ennobled, but at the same time crushed him! "Psyche must be completed in marble," said the rich gentleman. These were words of life for the heavy marble block, and in a sense for the dead clay, just as they were words of life for the young man. "When you have finished it I shall buy it," added the noble gentleman. Now a new life began in that humble studio. Life and happiness shone there, and the hustle and bustle of business kept them company. The twinkling morning star watched the progress of the work. It seemed that the clay had taken on life while she had been there and bent in loveliness over her image with its familiar features. "Now I know what life is!" beamed the artist. "It's love! It is being lifted above yourself, the rapture of losing yourself in beauty! What my friends call life and pleasure is unreal and as fleeting as a bubble; they know nothing of the pure, heavenly altar wine that initiates us into life!" The marble block was placed, and the chisel cut away large pieces. Careful measurements were made, and the work proceeded. Little by little, the stone was transformed into a figure of beauty, Psyche, as beautiful and perfect as God's own image in the young girl. That weighty stone was changed into a light, dancing, aerial form, a charming Psyche, with the smile of divine innocence that had captured the young sculptor's heart. The morning star saw it and understood all that was stirring in the young man's mind, understood the changing color of his cheeks, the look in his eyes, while he strove to utilize the gift God had granted him. "You are a master like those in the time of the Greeks," said his friends. "Soon the whole world will be admiring your Psyche!" "My Psyche!" he repeated. "Mine! Yes, she must be mine! I am an artist like the mighty ones of olden times! God has given me this gift in order to raise me to the level of the nobility!" He fell upon his knees and cried in gratitude to God; but he soon forgot Him and thought only of her and her image in marble, his Psyche who stood there as though carved from snow, blushing in the morning sunlight. He went to see the living, moving Psyche, whose words were like music; he could bring her the news that the marble Psyche was completed at last. He walked through the courtyard, with its fountain trickling through dolphin shapes into the marble basin, where the calla lilies and fresh roses bloomed, and into a great, lofty antechamber, its walls splendid with tapestries and coats of arms. Handsomely dressed servants, haughty, and strutting like sleigh horses with their bells, passed to and fro; some were even stretched out lazily and overbearingly on the carved wooden benches, as much at their ease as if they were the masters of the house. He explained his errand and was led up the carpeted marble staircase. Statues lined either side. He passed through splendid aparments hung with magnificent pictures and paved with shining mosaic; the wealth and show about him left him almost breathless. But his courage soon returned when he was kindly, almost cordially, received by the dignified, courteous old prince who, after a brief talk, bade him visit the youngsignorina, his daughter, who wished to see him. Again he was conducted by servants through beautiful halls and chambers, until he was ushered into a room whereof she herself was the pomp and splendor. She spoke to him, and no solemn, churchly music could have greater power to melt the heart and raise the soul. He took her hand and pressed it to his lips; no rose could be so soft, but that light touch seemed to overpower him with a strong, magical spell. Words he never thought to speak rushed from his lips. He did not know what he was saying; is the volcano conscious when the burning lava flows from it? He told her of his love. She drew herself up before him, astounded, offended, and haughty; then an expression of disgust, as though she had accidentally touched a wet, slimy frog, passed over her features; her cheeks flushed, and her lips grew pale; her eyes flashed and yet were as dark as the night. "Maniac!" she said. "Away! Out of my sight!" And as she turned her back on him, her lovely face had the look of that legendary beauty with the stony face and the snakes in her hair. Like a sleepwalker, he made his way downstairs, into the streets, and at last reached his home. Then a fit of wild rage and pain swept over him; he seized his hammer and, raising it on high, was about to smash his beautiful marble image into a thousand pieces. But in his madness he had not noticed that his friend Angelo stood right behind him. With a strong grip he caught his arm, crying, "Are you crazy? What's the matter?" They wrestled, but Angelo was the stronger. Breathing heavily, the young sculptor flung himself into a chair. "What has happened?" asked Angelo. "Pull yourself together! Tell me!" But what could he tell him? What could he say? And since Angelo was unable to make him talk, he gave him one of his usual lectures. "Why don't you stop your eternal dreaming! Be a man like your friends. Don't be an idealist; if you do you'll have a breakdown. Get a little tipsy; then you'll sleep well. Let a beautiful girl be your doctor. The girl from the Campagna is as beautiful as your princess in the marble castle. They are both daughters of Eve, and you can't tell them apart. You follow your Angelo - your angel and me, your angel of life! The time will come when you're old; your body will crumble, and some sunny day when everyone is laughing and gay, you'll lie like a withered straw. I don't believe what the ministers tell us about life beyond the grave; that's a beautiful imagination, a fairy tale for children, and pleasant enough if you can make yourself believe it. I do not live in imagination; I live in reality. Come along! Be a man!" And he was able to drag him along, for at that moment the young artist felt a desire to tear himself loose from his old self; there was fire in his blood, a change in his soul. And so he followed Angelo. ¨ In the outskirts of Rome there was a tavern frequented by artists. It was built in the ruins of an old Roman bath chamber. Large yellow lemons hung down among dark, shining leaves, partly covering the old red-yellow walls. The tavern was in the form of a deep vault, almost like a cave in the ruins. A lamp burned inside before a picture of the Madonna. A large fire blazed in the fireplace, and food was being fried, cooked, and roasted. Outside, under the lemon and laurel trees, stood two tables, all prepared. The two young men were happily, gaily received by their friends. They all had a little to eat but a lot to drink. They sang and played the guitar, and then the dancing started. A couple of young girls from Rome, who worked for the artists as models, joined in the dancing and festivities - two charming girls, not so lovely as Psyche, not fine, beautiful roses, but fresh and colorful carnations. How warm the weather was, even at sunset! There was fire in the blood, fire in the air, fire in every look! The air was swimming with gold and roses; life was gold and roses! "Come now, enjoy yourself, now that you have finally joined our company." "I've never felt so happy!" said the young artist. "You're right - you're all right - I have been a fool, a dreamer. Man belongs to reality, not to fantasy." To the accompaniment of singing and the playing of guitars, the young artists left the tavern and then walked through the narrow streets in the clear, starlit evening. The two girls, the colorful carnations, were with them. In Angelo's room, their voices became quieter but no less fiery. "Apollo! Jupiter! Into your heaven and glory I am carried! The flower of life has blossomed forth in my heart this very moment!" Yes, it blossomed - broke, withered, and a nauseating fume whirled from it, blinding his sight; his thoughts went blank as the firework of truth burned out, and everything was dark. He reached home and flung himself down on his cot. "Shame!" This came from his own mouth, right from the bottom of his heart. "Away! Out of my sight!" These, his living Psyche's words, resounded in his heart as they came from his lips. Overcome with fatigue, he buried his face in the pillow and slept. Next morning when he arose he tried to collect his thoughts. What had happened? Had it all been a dream - her repulse, his visit to the tavern, and the evening spent with his friends and their girls? No, it had all happened; facts hitherto unknown to him were now revealed. The bright morning star shone through the purple-colored air onto the marble Psyche. He felt unworthy to look upon the symbol of immortality and drew a curtain over the statue; he could no longer look at his own work. He was silent, gloomy, lost in reverie, the entire day. He never knew what might be going on outside, and no one knew what stirred within that human heart. Days passed and weeks passed, and the nights were endless. At last one morning the twinkling star saw him rise from his bed, pale, and, trembling with fever, go to his marble statue, lift the veiling curtain, gaze on his work with one last, sad, yearning look, and then, staggering under its weight, drag the statue down into the garden. Here was a ruined, dried-up well or hole, and he lowered his Psyche into it, threw dirt over it, then scattered a lot of dry sticks and nettles over the spot, so that no one could tell the earth had been disturbed. "Away! Out of my sight!" The was his brief burial service. The morning star looked down through the rose-colored sky, and her beams quivered on two big tears on the young man's pale cheeks. Fever-striken, deathly ill, he lay on his bed. From a near-by convent, Brother Ignatius came to see him daily as physician, nurse, and friend. He brought to the sick man the consolation of religion, spoke about the peace and happiness of the church, spoke of man's sin and the peace and blessings of God. And his words were like warm sunbeams falling on the wet, fermented ground. They lifted the mist and showed him life in all its reality, with its missteps and disappointments. The Goddess of Art is a witch who carries us toward vanity, toward earthly pleasures. We are untrue to ourselves, to our friends, and to God. "Taste and ye shall be as gods," the serpent always says within us. Everything was clear to him now; he had found the road to truth and peace. In church, God's light and wisdom were ever present, and in the monastery he would find the peace where the tree of humanity could grow through all eternity. His mind was made up, and Brother Ignatius supported him in his decision. The young artist became a servant of God. How kindly, how cordially, he was received by the brethren; how festive it was when he took his vows! And when he stood in his little cell at sunset that evening, and looked through his open window over old Rome with its ruined temples and its wonderful but dead Coliseum, and saw the spring blossoms of the acacias, the fresh shoots of the evergreen, the multitude of roses, the shiny citron and orange trees, and the fanlike palms, he was thrilled with a calm happiness he had never felt before. The wide, still Campagna stretched as far as the bluish, snow-capped mountains, which seemed painted on the sky; the whole landscape in its quiet beauty seemed a floating dream. Yes, life in a cloister is a life of long, monotonous years. He realized that temptation came from within rather than from without. Why did worldly thoughts always come over him? He punished his body for it, but that was of no avail. One day, after many years had passed, he met Angelo, who recognized him. "Man!" he said. "Yes, it is you! Are you happy now? Why, you have sinned against God and thrown away His divine gift, wasted your wonderful talent! What have you gained? What have you found? Are you not living a dream, a religion that's simply in your head? Why, it is all a dream, a fantasy, only beautiful thoughts!" "Get thee behind me, Satan!" said the monk, and walked away from Angelo. "He is a devil, a devil in flesh and blood!" mumbled the monk. "Once I gave him my little finger, and he grabbed my whole hand! But," he sighed, "the evil is within me as it is within him." Torn and conscience-stricken, he cried out, "Oh, Lord, Lord! Be merciful and restore in me my faith!" His weary eyes grew dim. The church bells tolled for him - the dead. He was buried in earth brought from Jerusalem, his dust mingling with the dust of pious pilgrims. Many years later the bones were disinterred, a rosary was placed in the fleshless hands, and the skeleton was set up in a niche, with other similar ghastly forms, to make room for newcomers, as is the custom in convent graveyards. And the sun shone down on the grisly sight, while inside Mass was read and incense burned. With the passing of years, the bones of the skeletons crumbled. And in time the skulls were gathered and placed along the outside church wall. There they stood, his among them, in the burning sunlight. Nobody knew his or their names. And look! Something alive was moving in the eye socket of his skull! What was it? A spotted lizard slipped in and out of the hollow skull, back and forth through the big empty eyeholes. It was now the only thing alive where once great thoughts, happy dreams, and love for the arts had been, and where hope for eternity had lived. The lizard played, then disappeared. The skull crumbled to dust. Centuries passed, but the bright morning star still shone, big and clear, as it had for thousands of years, and the dawn clouds were still as fresh as roses, as red as blood. A stately convent now occupied the site of the ruined temple on the little narrow street. It happened that a young nun, one of the inmates of this convent, died, and at early dawn her grave was dug in the garden. Suddenly the spade struck against what seemed to be a stone, and a dazzling whiteness gleamed through the dirt - it was white marble rounded into the perfect form of a shoulder. The spade was guided with tender care, until the head of a woman was uncovered, then butterfly wings. From the grave in which the young nun was to be buried there was lifted into the rosy light of dawn the form of lovely Psyche, chiseled from white marble. "How beautiful, how perfect it is!" people cried. "It is the work of some great master!" But whose work could it have been? No one could say; no one knew anything about it save the morning star that had twinkled for so many thousands of years; it alone had witnessed the sculptor's earthly life, his sufferings, and his weakness. The sculptor's body had long since returned to dust, but the work in which God's gracious gift to him had found expression - the masterpiece on which he had lavished the treasures of heart and soul - remained, lived still, to be known, admired, and loved by people who never heard his name. And in the rose-colored sky the bright morning star twinkled down upon Psyche, upon the innocent smile parting her lips, and upon the admiring eyes of the crowd gathered around to gaze on that glorious symbol of the immortal soul. What is earthly will crumble and be forgotten; only the eternal star will remember it. What is heavenly will shine through ages to come. And so will Psyche.

Relationship The little things that ruin a relationship ... Little pride, little trouble, little imperfection, little negligence ... As the days go by, the distance becomes so great that he no longer wants to say - "I was waiting for you" or "I missed you"! When someone doesn't miss you, there's an insult somewhere in between talking to them about love. Insult mixed with suffering, pride and upset. That insult loosens the threads of the relationship. What does love really mean? Love means sharing your life with someone. There are so many dreams, joys, sorrows, desires, wants-get-imperfections in this one life ... to share them all with someone Love means sharing the precious time of this precious life with someone ... Never give love to someone to give your extra time! Love is not the name of spending extra time with someone after doing everything in your life. It is never love to maintain a relationship on one's own terms while maintaining one's own interests and desires. Love is probably.... Being able to think of someone else before yourself. The love that doesn't match anywhere else these days ... With great difficulty comes a man of true love, who may be eagerly waiting for you. You may be worthless to the whole world, but most valuable to that man. Think before you lose him in disrespect and negligence ... once he or she's gone he or she may never come back!

জান্নাত জান্নাতে সর্ব প্রথম গান শোনাবেন হুরেরা, তাতে কেটে যাবে ৭০ বছর, জান্নাতি বাতাসে গাছের পাতার সাথে মিলিয়ে অপূর্ব এক বাজনা সৃষ্টি করবে, আর জান্নাতের হুরদের সাথে সুর মিলাবে সুরের মুর্ছনায় গোটা জান্নাত মুখরিত হয়ে যাবে, আল্লাহ্ তখন জান্নাতবাসীদের কাছে জানতে চাইবেন,, ----"কেমন লাগলো? ----"সকলেই জবাব দিবে, খুব ভালো, ----"আল্লাহ্ বলবেন," এর চেয়েও ভালো শোনো। জান্নাতবাসী বলবে "হে আল্লাহ্ এর চেয়ে ভালো কি, তখন আল্লাহ্ হযরত দাউদ (আঃ) কে ডাক দিয়ে বলবেন, ---- "হে দাউদ এবার তুমি শুনাও" দাউদ (আঃ) বলবেন, ----"হে আল্লাহ্ আমার কন্ঠ তো দুনিয়াতে ছিল যবুর শরীফে, আল্লাহ্ বলবেন, ----তোমার কন্ঠ ফিরিয়ে দিলাম কোরআন শরীফ শোনাও। হযরত দাউদ (আঃ) কোরআনের " একটি সুরা শোনাবেন! জান্নাতবাসী মুগ্ধ হয়ে যাবে। আল্লাহ্ আবার বলবেন,---"কেমন লাগলো? "জান্নাতিরা বলবে,--- মারহাবা, খুব ভালো লাগলো। আল্লাহ্ বলবেন, এর চেয়ে ভালো শোনো, জান্নাত বাসীরা, বলবে "হে আল্লাহ্ এর চেয়ে ভালো কি হতে পারে, আল্লাহ্ পাক রাসুলুল্লাহ্ (সাঃ) কে বলবেন, ----হে আমার প্রিয় হাবিব এবার আপনি ওদের শোনান! রাসুলুল্লাহ্ (সাঃ) কোরআনের হৃদয় "সুরা ইয়াসিন" তেলাওয়াত করবেন। পুরো জান্নাত আনন্দে মুখরিত হয়ে যাবে আর ধ্বনি তুলবে," আল্লাহু আকবার " আল্লাহ্ আবারও জানতে চাইবেন, কেমন লাগলো?জান্নাতবাসীরা বলবেন, আল্লাহ্ সবকিছু থেকে এটাই বেশি ভালো লাগলো! আল্লাহ্ বলবেন,"এর চেয়েও ভালো আছে, "জান্নাতবাসী অবাক হয়ে বলবে, আল্লাহ্ এর চেয়ে ভালো কিছু আছে, আল্লাহ্ জবাব দিবেন, "এর চেয়ে ভালো যা তা হলো তোমাদের রব! আল্লাহ্ বলবেন, "রিজওয়ান (একজন ফেরেস্তা) পর্দা সরিয়ে দাও, আজ আমার বান্দা আমার দীদার করবে, আমাকে দেখবে, "আল্লাহু আকবার"! পর্দা সরে যাবে ও সবাই আল্লাহর দীদার লাভ করবে আল্লাহকে দেখার পরে বান্দা অস্থীর হয়ে যাবে তখন ----শেষে আল্লাহ পাক সুরা আর রহমান পাঠ করবেন তখন মানুষের অবস্থা কি যে হবে আল্লাহ ভাল জানেন। জান্নাতের হুর কি, শরাব কি, নহর কি, ফল কি, সব কিছুকে মূল্যহীন মনে হবে বান্দা বলবে, "আল্লাহ্ কিছুই চাইনা, শুধু তোমার দীদার চাই!তোমাকে দেখতে চাই, আল্লাহ্ আমাদের কে জান্নাতে কবুল করুন আমিন,

Hello friends... Good night..How are you all? Hope your night will be great.

আসলেই কি তারা সুখি?? *রাত যত গভীর হয়,নিশ্বাস তত দীর্ঘ হয়।ঘুম যেন পাড়ি দিয়েছে সাত সাগর তেরো নদীর ওপাড়ে। কোনো এক অজানা বিষন্নতা তাদের আকঁড়ে ধরেছে।নিজেকে ভালো রাখার চেষ্টায় তারা ব্যর্থ। কিন্ত যে কারনে তাদের ঘুম নেই সে কারন হয়তো তাদের এই অবস্থা সম্পর্কে অজ্ঞাত। আসলে হয়তো এইটাই দুনিয়ার নিয়ম। তবুও সবাই জানবে তারা খুব সুখি। যারা এমন অবস্থাতে আছে প্রকৃতপক্ষে কি তারা আসলেই সুখি,,,?? না কখনওই না। তাদের দু:খ তারা প্রকাশ করতে পারে না বলেই তারা দুনিয়ার কাছে সুখি।*

Akhirat *Akhirat means the life hereafter. Life on the earth is the worldly life and the life that comes after it is called the life hereafter. In Arabic this is called Akhirat. The life after death is called Akhirat. A muslim must have faith on Akhirat.*

Jummah Mubarak everyone.. How are you all..?

এমন কিছু কাজ যা আল্লাহ পছন্দ করেন না মানুষ এমন অনেক কাজ করে থাকে যা আল্লাহ পছন্দ করেন না। তার মধ্যে কিছু নিচে তুলে ধরা হল- ★দাড়িয়ে পানি পান করা ★নামাজ না পড়া ★পিতামাতার অবাধ্য হওয়া ★কবরে হাসাহাসি করা ★কুরআন শরিফ তেলাওয়াতের সময় তা না শোনা ইত্যাদি।

ICU bill The chances of survival of this patient are very low. The child's father says he is a poor man, unable to afford ICU. He is not able to clear the ICU bill as per the rules every day. He says he will sell ​​the land deposit and pay the bill at once. Everyone feel pity on him. "Oh poor thing, He want to fight in the end, but he can't." His bill from the hospital was greatly reduced. The nurse doctor gave many medicines from their own stock using the medicine. Talking to doctor he secretly did many tests for free. The nurse-doctor collect money and helped pay the bills for several medicines and tests. The doctor wanted to arrange a free seat at the government hospital, but the patient's father did not agree. He will pay the bill as much as possible, he will also take the service here. he understands that the baby may not live, but in the end he will see. Alhamdulillah, After 5 days, the child's physical improvement was seen. On the 9th day, the baby became so healthy that we discharged him from the hospital. Seeing the poor people, the hospital halved its bill. An hour after the leave, the child's father entered the accounts room of the hospital with some armed men and I don't know what he did, but he left without paying a penny. From then on, more cruel people were placed in the account department who would not show any kindness. Authorities also began thinking of installing CCTV cameras and settling with the police station. The doctors and nurses decided that no matter how poor patients are, there would be no talk without money.

জীবনের চরম বাস্তবতা পরিচিত মানুষদের কাছ থেকে , যাদের কাছে আপনার প্রত্যাশা অনেক বেশি ছিলো! তারা আপনার হৃদয় তছনছ করে দেবে । আপনি ডুবতে থাকবেন ক্লান্তি আর হতাশায়! হতাশার পানি আপনার হাঁটু , বুক গলা পর্যন্ত ডুবিয়ে দেবে , আপনি যখন কোনো মতে নাক উঁচু করে শ্বাস টানতে চাইবেন হঠাৎ দেখবেন অপরিচিত কেও আপনার দিকে সাহায্যের হাত প্রসারিত করেছে ! আপনি তার হাত চেপে ধরবেন , সে আপনাকে টেনে তুলতে সর্বোচ্চ চেষ্টা করবে, এই অপরিচিত মানুষটাকে হয়তো আপনি গোনাতেও ধরতেন না কখোনো , আপনি ভীষণ লজ্জিত হবেন , বিস্মিত হবেন ! আপনি চড়াই উতরাই পার হবেন , আস্তে আস্তে সাফল্যের দেখা পাবেন , আপনার জীবনে আবার রঙীণ ফানুস উড়বে , আপনি আবার হাসিমুখে মেতে উঠবেন ! আপনি আবারো ভিড়বেন তাদের সাথেই যারা আপনাকে ধাক্কা দিয়েছিলো , আপনি ভুলে যাবেন আপনার অতীত ! একদিন হঠাৎ নিয়ন আলোয় তাকিয়ে দেখবেন আপনার বিপদে হাত পেতে দেয়া মানুষটিই আপনার আনন্দের আয়োজনে অনুপস্হিত । সে অযত্নে অলক্ষ্যে পড়ে আছে নীরবে ! হা হা হা , ইন্টারেস্টিং না !!!

Some important suggestions *Check two things regularly as you get older.* *1) Blood pressure,* *2) Blood sugar.* *Absolutely forget three things.* *1) Anxiety about getting older,* *2) Remorse for the past,* *3) Always groaning in grief.* *Cut down on the four things you can eat.* *1) Salt,* *2) Sugar,* *3) Dairy foods/ egg* *4) Strach / carbohydrate food.* *Increase the four things in the diet as much as you can.* *1)All kinds of green vegetables* *2) Fruits* *3) Almonds.* *Always keep four things with you, happy or sad.* *1) A real good friend,* *2) own family,* *3) Always think,* *4) A safe house or shelter.* *Keep practicing five things.* *1) Praying, fasting,* *2) Talk to everyone with a smile,* *3) Treat people well,* *4) Exercise regularly,* *5) Weight control.* *Avoid six things.* *1) action,* *2) greed,* *3) Laziness,* *4) Hate,* *5) Waste of time,* *6) Gossip.* *Never do six things.* *1) Eating with excess appetite,* *2) Drinking water with excessive thirst,* *3) Going to bed extra weak,* *4) take extra rest and become weak,* *5) Going to the doctor when you are absolutely sick.* *May Allah keep us all well.*

Is it Humanity or not? The patient's father wept as he carried his child's dead body with the bill. He said "Dear, I don't have all the money at the moment. I have money at home. You give an ambulance and you give a man. I went home with the body of the child. I'll send the bill back to your man. I will pay for the ambulance if needed. "An ambulance was sent to the hospital with a ward boy. They took them to their home in Savar by ambulance. Huge house. The gentleman went inside with the body. Half an hour later, people called and sent back the driver of the ambulance and the ward boy. "Damn, I couldn't save the patient. Want money again?" Ward Boy's arm was broken. From then on, the rule of the hospital was that no matter how many times cried you and without paying bills you can't take the body, you can't go out..

"ভেঙে পড়ো না, নিরাশ হয়ো নাহ; সাহায্য আসবেই এটা আল্লাহর ওয়াদা,জেনে রেখো নিশ্চয়ই আল্লাহর সাহায্য অতি নিকটে!" (সূরা বাক্বারাহ - ২১৪)

Today you are neglecting some people and thinking they will be remained same forever.. Do you think these people are suitable for getting neglected , harsh words, rude behavior? If you are thinking like that, then listen, you are living in a wrong idea. Allah will not keep such a day. One day this man's day will change. "IN SHA ALLAH ". One day this things will be turned into a history.

Trust is the base of a relationship. Never break someone's trust on you. If you lost anyone's trust once , you will never achieve it again.

মানুষকে মানুষ হিসেবে দেখতে শিখুন মেয়েটা মোটা বলে তাকে মোটি, ভুটকি, ফুটবল, হাতি, কুমড়া, জলহস্তী, পান্ডা এইসব কুৎসিত নামে ডাকা হয়। মেয়েটা মোটা তার মানে সে সুন্দর না?? বড়জোড় তাকে গুলুমুলু বলে সান্ত্বনা পুরষ্কার দেয়া হয়। স্কুল-কলেজ, রাস্তাঘাট,অনুষ্ঠান বাড়ি, রেস্টুরেন্টে সবাই মোটা মেয়েটার দিকে চোখ গোল গোল করে তাকায়, যেন দুনিয়ার সব খাবার সে একাই খেয়ে ফেলবে!! সুযোগ পেলেই সবাই ডায়েটিশিয়ান হয়ে যাবে, তাকে চিকন হওয়ার জন্য উপদেশ দিতে কেউ ভুলবে না।মোটা মেয়েটার মায়ের কানে ফিসফিস করে বলবে, ইয়ে ভাবি৷ মেয়েকে ডায়েট করতে বলেন, কম করে খেতে বলেন, এই বয়সেই এত মোটা, ছি:ছিঃ মেয়ের বিয়ে দিবেন কিভাবে? মেয়েটার বন্ধু সমাজেও সে মোটা নিয়ে বিদ্রুপের পাত্রী। আমাদের সমাজে ধারনা গুলো এমন হয়েছে যে, মেয়ে মানেই তাকে পারফেক্ট হতে হবে, তার ভাঙা গাল থাকা লাগবে, আইলেনার ছাড়া টানা চোখ থাকা লাগবে, আর ফিগার হবে কোকের বোতলের মত। মেয়েটা একটু চাপা গায়ের রং এর হলেই তাকে জন্ম থেকে শুনতে হয়, মেয়েকে তাড়াতাড়ি বিয়ে দিয়ে দিন, মেয়ে তো ভাবি আপনার সুন্দরী নয়। অইদিন একজন এসে শুনিয়ে গেলো, তার ছেলের পছন্দ করা মেয়েটা সবদিকেই ঠিক আছে, মেয়ে ডাক্তার, ফ্যামিলি ভালো, কিন্তু মেয়ের চোখে মোটা গ্লাসের চশমা, এই মেয়ে কি আর বউ করা যায় নাকি?? এখনই চোখে দেখে না, পরে নাতি নাতনি গুলো ও কানা হবে, কি সুন্দর ভবিষ্যদ্বাণী আমাদের তাই না?🙂🙂 কেউ মোটা মেয়ে বিয়ে করে আনলে, কানাঘুষার শেষ থাকে না, বউটা ভালো, কিন্তু মোটা, মানে মেয়েটা সুন্দর না??তাই বলতে চাচ্ছেন?? আপনাদের সকলের এই সমালোচনা থেকে বাঁচতেই মেয়েরা নিজেদের চিকন বানানোর রেসে নামে। নিজের পছন্দের খাবার গুলোকে বিসর্জন দেয় আপনাদের পছন্দমত হতে গিয়ে,নিজের তুলতুলে শরীরটাকে জিমের ছাঁচে ফেলে দুই লিটার কোকের বোতল বানাতে উঠে পড়ে লাগে। সবার শরীরের মাঝেই নিজস্ব কিছু সৌন্দর্য আছে, কেউ মোটা, কেউ চিকন, কেউ মাঝরি। কিন্তু আপনারা স্লিম, জিরো ফিগার মানেই মেয়ে সুন্দরী এমন একটা ধারনা মনের মধ্যে গেঁথে রেখেছেন। আমাদের অগ্রজ মা-খালা, নানি-দাদীরা তো অধিকাংশই মোটা ছিলেন, তারমানে কি তারা কম সুন্দরী ছিলেন?তাদের আবেদন কম ছিল? মোটেও না, বরং তাদের ভরাট গাল, আঙুলের ভাঁজ,স্থুল শরীর, লম্বা চুল দেখেই সবাই মুগ্ধ হত। হালকা একটু কাজলেই অনেক বেশি মায়াবী, সজীবতা ছিল চোখে মুখে। কোকের বোতলের জন্য কোকই ঠিক আছে, সেই ছাঁচে মানুষকে ফেলতে যাবেন না।মেয়ে যেমন আছে তেমনই সুন্দর, শুধু দেখার জন্য সুন্দর মনের চোখ দরকার। মোটা হওয়াটা হয়ত শরীরের জন্য ক্ষতিকর, মানছি, কিন্তু কেউ যদি মোটা হয়ে খুশি থাকে তাকে সেভাবেই থাকতে দিন। মেয়েদের মানুষ হিসেবে ভাবতে শিখুন, তার গুন দিয়ে তাকে বিচার করুন, তার বাবা মা লম্বা হবার পরো কেন সে খাটো হল, কেন সে চোখে মোটা ফ্রেমের চশমা পড়ে, কেন সে মোটা, এইসব সমালোচনা প্লিজ এবার বন্ধ হোক। আপনারা নিজেরাও জানেন না, আপনাদের এই সমালোচনা গুলো ধীরে ধীরে তাকে আপনি মানসিকভাবে অসুস্থ করে তুলছেন। অনেক তো হল, এবার একটু মানুষকে মানুষ হিসেবে দেখতে শিখুন।

Treating your daughter like a princess. Is it good or bad? Stop treating your daughters like princesses. They HAVE to work. They have to face the reality. You cannot suppress her. Don't try to protect her so much that you end up ruining her life. Later on her dumb ass will end up jobless and married to a pathetic man who will probably abuse her and then you're gonna regret cuz you never let her do anything just to "protect" her. The strength of a daughter comes from her family.

Good night my all friends.. May ALLAH give you all peaceful sleep.