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A hard life.এক কঠিন জীবন। লেবেল থাকা পোস্টগুলি দেখানো হচ্ছে

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...

A hard life./এক কঠিন জীবন।

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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 ...