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                  A hard life. বাংলা পড়তে দয়া করে নিচে চলে যান👇 Human life is very strange. Allah never gives perfect suddha in human life. And when he gave, he took away very quickly. In December 1998, to give social recognition to the love of only six months, I ran away with the man I loved even though I was a student of class IX without my parents. My parents brought me back with the false promise of handing me over to the family to protect their honor. After that torture continued with me, but all obstacles were lost to my love. On March 10, 1999, I ran away from Sylhet again with the man I loved. Not a word was said. My home is in Dhaka, but I was sent to my uncle's house in Sylhet to keep it a secret from the person I love. The second time I ran away, my father filed a rape case against my husband on the advice of an influential friend. For six months after filing the case, I hid with my husband in the houses of various relatives in ...

  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...

                              peers -                           A little story বাংলা বাংলা পড়তে বললে নিচে চলে যান 👇 I was studying in class VIII then, in Sohagpur High School. I was not shy when I was a child, I could easily say anything that came to my mouth, whether it was a boy or a girl, even the most secret things. Especially I could beat the girls. I can't think of these things where the boys in the class are just in eighth grade and are in love, roaming around the girls' school, sometimes coming home to chat with the girl next door. Hearing the love stories in their mouths gave me courage. I imagined my beloved. Some of us friends were selected from the school to compete in the knowledge inquiry category at police station level. In the final competition at Model School, we appeared. Problem happened - my friends got seats, I couldn't. Frie...

                         TOUCH - ছোঁয়া                            A little story বাংলা পড়তে দয়া করে নিচে চলে যান।👇 Sursuri ..... Due to his father's government job, he had to stay in different district towns at different times. Now I am an honors student. About yourself beyond adolescence Learned enough to understand. When I was a class five student, my father was posted in Chittagong district city. I was feeling a bit homesick due to the new place and environment. We lived in government quarters. Since I was a little restless since childhood, I easily became the darling of my father's office colleagues. I used to address everyone in the office as uncle. Such an uncle, who was still single and lived next to our house. Kaka was a very nice, handsome, and organized guy. Naturally, we had the most family relationship with him. At various times, I used ...

          A small black cow.                (a short story) বাংলা পড়তে হলে দয়া করে নিচে চলে যান 👇👇                           Big daddy don't slaughter him, let him go. exclaimed my dearest youngest niece. The day was Eid 2010. Even today, that longing mixed with tears floats on my eardrums. And at the same time suffering from the pain of love's utter annihilation, that face full of magic is still burning in my memory. That year, the color of the sacrificial cow in our house was pitch black. Ishita was just watching from a distance. He was about five years old then. He had to answer his questions all the time. I used to call her mother. Ishita was a big fan of mine. In the afternoon before Eid, Ishita realizes that the cow will be slaughtered tomorrow. Forbid him from that, great father, my dear father, do not slaughter him. So in the morning when th...

                    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...