Nishi’s Story - a little true story .

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                Nishi’s Story -                   a little true story . (গল্পটি বাংলা ভাষায় পড়তে , নিচে চলে যান।)👇 It’s deep into the night. Silence wraps everything, as if the night itself is holding its breath, leaning softly against the hills. I open the window and gaze up at the sky—searching for a sliver of crescent moon. But the towering hills hide most of the sky. I feel that if the hills just stepped aside, the moon would peek out and smile. A quiet ache wells up inside my chest. From that ache, I pick up my pen and paper, and a baby poem is born. I name it—“The Shyness of the Night.” I wake up to find my sister-in-law standing with a cup of coffee, a mischievous smile on her lips. Sitting at the breakfast table, she teases me, “So, who’s Nishi?” I laugh and say, “Nishi means the night. And what kind of poet hasn’t fallen in love with the night?” She smiles softly and offers me another cup of...
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Respect Facebook.com

 I have a lot of respect and love for the one that Facebook has created. We all know what is the bad side of Facebook? Where + where do I use? But a good aspect of "" Facebook "", I found?


I usually use my head on Facebook at night, with one foot on the other. Speaking of the night, after 1.30 at night. Can't talk about many, that they make at home so many nights, whether they occasionally drink tea? But I do. One night, I was on Facebook, I was using Facebook, I had my own tea next to it. Suddenly the page came up - a picture of Mecca Sharif, I


immediately took off my feet. I thought later, ... if I put my foot down, no, I will put it down. This will be an extreme disrespect, a sin. That was the first time I realized a virtue of Facebook, that ..Maybe I'm alone now, or everyone next door is asleep, and if I don't get down, he'll go. But I didn't take the time to think about it. After thinking, I put my foot down first. What happened then?


I'm alone, so what? Whether one sees it or not, one God sees, surely I had this thought. Even if I were a Muslim, I would not have known that I have so much respect for Islam. A separate belief was formed in oneself. And this belief has been created, or before ..It was made, but it was revealed ...... "because of Facebook" "




((Now I do not put my feet on the knees)Because now, after a while, Islamic speeches, Islamic videos, Islamic ghazals, Surah Yaseen, recitation of all the Qur'an Sharifs, and biographies of the prophets and pictures of graves from their headscarves. One after another keeps coming. So I put my feet down beforehand.



Forget my mind again, if it goes wrong. So Facebook, while running, foot on foot, no more brushing.


(Collection)


- Thoughts - I have my own knowledge, I give to the people, in the path of Islam there is eternal fashion - truth, honor.




The last word - now at 3-4 o'clock at night, the lights of the house are off, but after a while ......... after, the pen falls, the scale falls, and sometimes the sound of water falls again. Things are bad, I'm in trouble, I'm having a lot of problems with writing.


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মনের খোরাক ( একটি ছোট গল্প)

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              মনের খোরাক (একটি ছোট গল্প)                     Please scroll 👇          down to read in English. শুরু টা ছিলো ক্লাস টেন থেকে,সবে মাত্র ...        ফার্স্ট টার্মিনাল পরীক্ষা শেষ হয়েছে । হঠাৎ একদিন বন্ধুমহলে আলোচনার ঝড় উঠলো—আমাদের ক্লাসের আরিফ নাকি প্রেমে পড়েছে! মেয়েটির নাম রূপা, আমাদের স্কুলের ক্লাস সিক্সের প্রথম স্থান অধিকারী। বুদ্ধিমতী, মেধাবী, চঞ্চল এক মেয়ে। এমন সময় খবর এলো, আরিফ একা নয়, তার বন্ধু নাহিদও রূপাকে পছন্দ করে! সে-ও মেয়েটির পেছনে ঘোরাঘুরি শুরু করলো। ধীরে ধীরে আরও কয়েকজনের মনেও রূপার জন্য দুর্বলতা জন্মাল। তবে সবার মন ভেঙে দিয়ে, শেষ পর্যন্ত, আরিফের সঙ্গেই সম্পর্ক গড়ে উঠলো রূপার।                        সবাই হতাশ হয়ে পিছু হটলেও, নাহিদ দমে গেল না। সে নানা কৌশলে রূপাকে ফেরানোর চেষ্টা চালিয়ে যেতে লাগলো। আরিফ ছিল সহজ-সরল, প্রাণবন্ত আর মিষ্টিভাষী। কিন্তু নাহিদের ছিল কৌশলী চিন্তাভাব...
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My friend is the story of cut tails and fat rats./ বন্ধু আমার লেজকাটা ও বয়রা ইঁদুরের গল্প।

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  My friend is the story of cut tails and fat rats. গল্পটি বাংলায় পড়তে চাইলে দয়া করে নিচে চলে যান👇👇 Finally I had some kind of friendship with rat. Very good, she can't say. General relationship, of hi-hello type. When I am not in the house, the rat wanders around. Suddenly, when you enter the room, however, it is surprised. Sitting at the bottom of the table. When you look at me, I look at me. Don't escape. Suddenly, however, the movement still hides. It seems that I can't trust me exactly. However, being close to some kind of friendship, two or four words in the gesture, sometimes shaking a little hand and saying hello- this is how we are going. He does not listen to his ear again. At first I was skeptical about it. One day I confirmed. A glass trophy fell from the book shelves and broke. The word is very. On the other hand the rat was back. I understand and don't listen to the ears. (O ,,,,,,,,,,,,, he has no name. I mean I never heard. His parents must have nam...
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A short story (Mona Lisa and chess)

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              MONALISA           &          CHESS . (a small  true story) বাংলা ভাষায় পড়তে নিচে  চলে যান।👇 MANOB - felt different today. It was his birthday—he turned 17! But instead of celebrating the usual way, he felt an even stronger urge for mischief. Taking two of his friends along, he skipped school and headed towards Ramna Park. Skipping school always gave him a strange thrill, though he didn’t really know why. It was exciting, yet there was a lingering fear—what if someone recognized him in his school uniform, wandering around the city? That day at Ramna Park, something unexpected happened. He spotted an older sister from his neighborhood sitting under a tree with a boy, chatting. As soon as she saw him, she seemed startled. Manab, too, felt awkward and quickly started walking away. Just then, he heard a voice behind him— "Manab, wait...!" He stopped. The sister ...
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This guava leaf is a great medicine for these two feminine diseases.

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  My name is Sohag.  I am 40 years old.  My mother's name is Sakhina Begum.  Age 67.  My mother was sick for 3 years due to several diseases.  For example - diabetics, hypertensives, fresh blood coming out of the uterus suddenly, with white discharge, frequent visits to the bathroom, my mother could not walk alone.  My mother and we all in the family had many problems sleeping, eating, working.  After seeing many doctors, Kaviraj was not getting much benefit.  I could not read the Arabic Qur'an Sharif. One day, suddenly, while visiting my friend's house, the Niyamul Qur'an Sharif, written in Bengali, came into my hands, and I started moving it in my hands.  Once I noticed a text, like - The creation of Allah, the young leaves of this guava, the person who chews its juice and leaves like a drink in the morning on an empty stomach, he will be freed from 110 kinds of diseases by the grace of Allah.  I remembered that.  I brought y...
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প্রিয় শিক্ষাগুরু/Dear teacher (A short true story)

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                    Dear teacher                    (A short true story) বাংলা পড়ার জন্য দয়া করে নিচে চলে যান।👇 Due to corona, the exams were getting delayed again and again. Three exams were held at 2 pm as usual, one of the remaining exams i.e. the fourth exam was brought to 12 pm instead of 2 pm for Ramadan. The main incident started from there - I was unable to stay in the hall due to personal reasons, coming from a rented house in Malibagh to give the exam. I left home around 12 noon to give the fourth part exam. Walk a little faster for the exam. At exactly 1:20 minutes I arrived at Kala Bhavan. At that time, Zahid Bhai said, "Don't you have an exam today?" yes why I came for the exam. Zahid brother said when the exam? I said around 2 o'clock. Who said you don't know about 2 o'clock, because of Ramadan it is brought to 12 o'clock? Haven't seen the routine? In the routine it is w...
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হৃদয়ের ঝড় -

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                                     ( একটি ছোট্ট গল্প )                         হৃদয়ের ঝড়-  ২০০৯। বাংলা একাডেমি প্রাঙ্গণে বইমেলা চলছে। ফয়সাল, চমন আর স্বপন অনেকদিন ধরেই চাপ দিচ্ছিল— "চল, একদিন বইমেলায় যাই! অবশেষে, তাদের অনুরোধ ফেলতে পারলাম না। জীবনে প্রথমবারের মতো বইমেলায় গেলাম।                            মেলায় ঢুকতে এক ঘণ্টা লম্বা লাইনে দাঁড়িয়ে থাকতে হলো। কিন্তু মেলার ভেতরে ঢুকেই সব ক্লান্তি উধাও! চারপাশে শুধু বই আর বই। যেন এক স্বপ্নরাজ্য! নানা রঙের প্রচ্ছদ, নতুন বইয়ের গন্ধ, উচ্ছ্বাসে ভরা মানুষ—সব মিলিয়ে এক অভূতপূর্ব অনুভূতি। কয়েকটা বই কিনেও ফেললাম। চোঁখে চোঁখ  পড়ার গল্প বইয়ের স্টলে স্টলে ঘুরে বেড়াচ্ছিলাম। হঠাৎ চোঁখ   আটকে গেল! একটা মেয়ে। সে এক দৃষ্টিতে তাকিয়ে আছে আমার দিকে। আমি অবাক! সেও চোখ সরাচ্ছে না। আমিও পারলাম না। কালো রঙের...
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