Jannatul Mariyam
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Leo, the Heart of Maryam
Mariam was always different. Others dreamed of great careers, sparkling lights, romantic fairy tales, but their minds found his rhythm with the gentle chords of small fur balls called Leo. Leo was more than just a cat. He was her world.
By Jannatul Mariyam 8 months ago in Petlife
“Where the Heart Comes Home”
Within a few weeks, the daily rhythm fades away. But then there are these unusual things - brought into the soul forever. This weekend, my world has been slower and I whispered love. It started with a sudden plan. My parents decided to spend the weekend with the scenery of my grandparents at home. It's an old squealing house that smells old books, spices and unconditional love. I hadn't visited in years and was kicked out of school, city life and excuses. At the time I didn't know that this visit would be a memory of returning to my quietest moment. Arrived late on a Friday evening. Dadu waited at the wooden gate, his back bent slightly, but his eyes glowed with mischievousness. Daddy continued quickly, wiping his hands on the faded apron, her face glowing as if the moon had arrived. Her arms were wrapped in the warmth around me, which I hadn't realized I had missed it. The family had not changed much. The sturdy wall clock was still silent and echoing. The swing still smudges into the backyard. But it was multiple homes - it was preserved in brick and breathing memories. A lively museum of our family filled with whispers of the past. Tonight we sat on the floor with our legs crossed and like in the old days, we had Daddy's famous chicken curry with our hands. My little cousin buried the curry in his shirt and Dadu joked that he had "essensstattoo". The laughter was filled with realism, my heart warmed, my eyes flapping without knowing why. On Saturday we woke up early to the sound of birds and the smell of parathas burning in the kitchen. Dadu claimed that we all went to the nearby riverbank, as we were used to as children. The air smelled wet grass and childhood. We skipped the stones, tried to catch a small fish with our hands, and took dozens of stupid photos. Daddy chose the table center wildflowers and compiled old songs that no one knew, but we all felt. I played Carrom late in the afternoon, made mangoes with Dati, and DADU helped repair the old transistors. He told me that this transistor once played an incredible guide speech. His voice trembled and we all went quiet. Every moment felt small, but together they became something far away - the sacred thing. The type day that doesn't ask anything else gives everything. That night, a storm was caught up in the air. The rain was knocked against the window like a forgotten melody. The lights flickered, and for a moment the house fell into the darkness. But Dadu illuminated the lanterns and we all pushed together, wrapped in quilts and stories. The world has disappeared outside.
By Jannatul Mariyam 8 months ago in Families
Eyes That Spoke in Silence
There is a voice we hear, then an eye - a quiet speaker of the soul. Your eyes aren't just looking. They remembered. They mourned, hoped, interviewed and awarded - all without a word. You will stand in front of you for hours and hear no sounds, but you feel like you have just heard the novel whispering directly to your chest. I met them in autumn when the leaves died beautifully and smelled the air for the sake of change. It's not the loudest thing in the room, and still the brightest. But she had eyes that could draw you into a quiet world without the armor in truth. They were dark, almost black, like a midnight sky without stars. But they were not empty. They were the perfect tales, sleepless nights, half-written letters, and forgotten songs. And when she saw you it was as if your mask had fallen off. She didn't just meet you. She understood you. That was the terrible part. first confused her silence with shyness. But silence can be wrong. In her case, it was not born out of fear, it was born out of depth. She didn't talk unless it meant that. And when she did it, her words were only a few, but her eyes filled the room between them. I remember the moment when I realized she was mourning. Not loud, not tears, but quietly disgusting. She laughed at the right time, smiled politely, and nodded as she spoke. But their eyes...they fell on the weight of grief without a bell. There is no current heartache, but how they slowly build up too many days that make up what is good. Once, during a storm, we sat quietly under a sheet metal roof and heard that the world would fall apart. I asked her if she was doing well. She didn't respond immediately. Try walking to me now and let me see you. Please take a look. Her lips remained closed, but her eyes were shaking. I understood that: she cried behind these eyes. Such a loud cry shattered all the illusions I had from strength. I didn't try to fix them. Some people should not be repaired - they should be understood. So I'll sit with her in the storm and let her speak silence for us. Her eyes end sentences that she couldn't begin. There is a language in which words never learn. The way they become soft when someone says their name. How to cure when betraying. Their sparkle as hope is brought to life.
By Jannatul Mariyam 8 months ago in Humans
“Beyond the Hype: The Real Power of AI to Transform Our Future”
Each generation has its own wave oEachf innovation in fire, bicycles, electricity and the Internet. For us, it is artificial intelligence. AI is everywhere now. It helps you write e-mails, recommend music, recognize fraud, drive your car, and even compose poetry. But something deeper happens about impressive headlines and clickbait horrors, so hopeful. Be careful, AI is more than just a powerful tool. It's an opportunity to build a lighter, more equitable and networked future. begins with education, one of the cornerstones of human progress. In many parts of the world, students still learn from outdated textbooks in crowded classrooms. Qualified teachers are rare. However, AI begins to fill these gaps. AI-powered tutoring platforms now offer personalized learning experiences anywhere, anytime. They adapt content based on individual performance, helping students learn at their own pace. Children in far away villages can learn algebra with the help of digital assistants who do not get tired or impatient. This is more than convenience - it's equal. Now consider your healthcare focus. is counted per second in medicine, especially with early diagnosis. AI systems currently analyze thousands of medical image x rays, MRIs and CT scans to recognize diseases such as cancer, fractures and heart disease with incredible accuracy. In some cases, AI can cause problems with overlooked human doctors. And it's not about replacing a doctor. It's about strengthening them. AI gives patients time to connect and bury less time in paperwork. In rural or fighting areas, AI can live on the diagnostic tools of frontline sub-lanes. Then there is the developing JoBL landscape. Yes, some jobs will disappear. But many develop or appear completely. New careers will be shaped by AI Ethics, high-speed engineering, model training, art and digital security. Roles such as "AI Educators", "Bias Auditor" and "AI-Human Interaction Designer" failed five years ago. What we need is mass skills. And ironically, AI can help there too - by offering adaptive online courses that tell everything from coding to soft skills. People are adapting to history in every industry change. I'll adapt again. But perhaps the most urgent promise of AI is in the climate crisis. Battle of our planets. You need a solution right away. AI helps scientists prepare weather patterns, pursue designs via satellite imagery, optimize energy consumption, and improve waste development systems. AI-controlled drones plant planting plants faster than human crews. The algorithm helps farmers to use water more efficiently and grow food with fewer chemicals. These are not dreams. These are the reality that is happening now - loud enough. And there are more.AI also revolutionizes accessibility. Language assistants give you visually impaired independence. Real-time translation tools break the language barriers. Emotion detection software helps people with autism control social interactions. These are small things for others for buttery living. But here's the catch. AI is potentially not automatic. AI can deepen inequality, strengthen distortion, spread misinformation, and build a future that isolates us. or - AI can improve creativity, free time, strengthen empathy, and build what brings essential services to every corner of the world. The machine will not make this decision. we. And to do so, you need more than a great engineer. Artists, educators, ethics, storytellers, parents, and everyday citizens need to design and use AI. AI systems need transparency. Strong regulations. Ethical standards. And most of all - we need a sense of a common purpose. When AI is treated as a tool rather than as an alternative to human thoughts and emotions, it opens the door to the Renaissance - learning, care, cooperation. In a world where so many systems feel broken, this may be our unusual second chance to get something from the start. Next time someone hears, say, "ki takes over the world," remind you: It's not what AI is doing. It's about what we do with it. And if we make good decisions, the future is not afraid. It's something you can look forward to.
By Jannatul Mariyam 8 months ago in Futurism
"The Day I Met My Younger Self and Finally Learned to Love Me"
It changed into a Tuesday while Ava first noticed the female withinside the purple raincoat. The sky changed into smeared with gray, the sort that presses to your chest like a weight. Ava changed into on her ordinary stroll to the nook store, arms buried deep in her coat pockets, earbuds in, drowning in every other podcast approximately solving yourself—your diet, your finances, your damaged mind. She hated them, however she couldn`t prevent listening. Each one promised her a model of herself she should sooner or later like. And then, there she changed into. Across the street. A small female, no greater than seven or eight, status withinside the drizzle, purple raincoat zipped as much as her chin, searching instantly at Ava. Ava paused. Something approximately the child`s eyes unsettled her. Not fear, now no longer sadness—only a deep, unblinking familiarity. The female raised her hand in a small wave. Then she became and walked away. Ava shook it off. Probably only a community kid. But that night, she dreamt of her. In the dream, the little female sat at the kitchen ground of Ava`s adolescence home, drawing rainbows with damaged crayons. She seemed up and said, “Why did you prevent loving me?” Ava awakened crying. The female regarded once more every week later. Same raincoat, equal stare. This time withinside the park, on a bench wherein Ava used to take a seat down together along with her mother. Again, she waved, became, and left. The goals grew greater vivid. In one, the female stood earlier than a mirror, attempting on lipstick together along with her tiny fingers. She seemed up at Ava and whispered, “I concept I changed into enough.” And every morning, Ava rose with a sense she couldn`t name. A guilt that wasn`t guilt. A sorrow that had no name. It took every other weeks earlier than Ava accompanied her. It changed into impulsive. The female had regarded once more—this time out of doors the bookstall Ava prevented as it reminded her of the way she used to write. The female stared at her, then became and walked down the alley in the back of the building. Ava didn`t think. She simply moved. Down the alley, round a nook, and into an empty lot full of weeds and wildflowers. The female stood withinside the center. “Who are you?” Ava asked, breathless. The female didn`t smile. “I`m who you used to be.” Ava blinked. “That`s now no longer possible.” “You used to bop withinside the residing room while no person changed into watching. You sang adore it mattered. You cherished your bizarre laugh, your crooked teeth. You concept your phrases should extrade the world.” Ava`s throat tightened.You have promised me that you will not stop believing in me." "I'm tired," Ava said quietly. "Life...I didn't think of life as I wanted." The girl approached. "But I didn't go anywhere. I waited, for separation, for rejection, for work they disliked. They avoided all the mirrors. I was waiting. " Ava fell to his knee. Loving yourself isn't about repairing something that's broken. It is to allow the part they buried. That's what they believe is still important. Even if the world says that's not the case. " Ava looked into these little things and knew the eyes - and finally she saw herself. But who was she? The next morning, Ava was in front of the mirror. She didn't suck her stomach. She didn't fix her hair. She just stood there and looked at herself. And for the first time in years she whispered: "I missed you." She didn't expect to feel different anytime soon. But she did it.
By Jannatul Mariyam 9 months ago in Humans
Title: “The Wake-Up Call: How a Heart Attack at 32 Changed My Life”
I wasn`t alleged to turn out to be in a clinic at 32. Not me — the fellow who didn`t smoke, simplest drank socially, and hit the fitness center each now and then. Sure, lifestyles become stressful: lengthy hours, skipped meals, steady emails. But I notion I become doing okay. I figured that occasional fatigue and chest tightness have been simply element of “adulting.” Then one morning, the entirety changed. It began out as a burning strain in my chest — some thing I attempted to ignore. I sipped water, walked around, even googled “chest ache causes.” But while the ache shot down my left arm, panic set in. It become a coronary heart attack. Hours later, I lay in a clinic mattress, stunned. The health practitioner said, “You`re young, however your body`s been beneathneath strain for too lengthy. This become coming.” That become my wake-up call. I found out being “now no longer unhealthy” wasn`t similar to being absolutely healthy. What observed become a entire way of life reset — and those 5 fitness classes are what stored my lifestyles. 1. Stress Isn`t Just Mental — It`s Physical Chronic pressure silently damages your coronary heart and immune system. I used to put on my pressure like a badge of honor. Always pushing through, in no way resting. Tip: Start your mornings with five mins of deep respiratory or meditation. Just a brief pause can lessen cortisol and enhance coronary heart fitness. 2. Sleep is a Superpower For years, I notion drowsing five hours become normal. I become wrong. Lack of sleep will increase the threat of coronary heart disease, weight gain, and intellectual fitness issues. Tip: Prioritize 7–eight hours of sleep. I stopped the use of monitors earlier than mattress and created a wind-down ordinary with analyzing and gentle music. My consciousness and power stepped forward inside days. 3. Hydration is More Than Just Water I become continuously dehydrated with out understanding it. Coffee, power drinks, and pressure have been drying me out, and it took a toll on my body. Tip: Drink a tumbler of water first element withinside the morning, preferably with a pinch of salt and lemon. Track your intake — purpose for 2–2.five liters daily. . Move More, Sit Less I notion running out as soon as every week become enough. But the actual danger? Sitting all day. Movement is crucial — now no longer only for health however for circulation, joints, and intellectual clarity. Tip: Take brief walks all through breaks, do some stretches each hour, or mayTip: Prioritize 7-8 hours of sleep. I stopped using the screen before going to bed and created a handling routine with reading and soft music. My focus and energy improved within a few days. 3. Hydration was more than just water, and I was constantly dehydrated without knowing it. Coffee, energy drinks, stress dried me and my body compliments. Tip: First drink a glass of water in the morning. Ideally, there's a pinch of salt and lemon. Follow the recording - aim for 2-2.5 liters daily. . A few mill mover movement, I thought I would train once a week. But what is the real danger? Set it all day long. Movement is important - not only for fitness, but also for circulation, joints, and intellectual clarity. Tip: During your break, take a short walk and create a few routes per hour or try "desk training." I now take 20 squats every time my bathroom breaks. A small action is summarised. 5. Eat as if you love yourself, my food was full of hidden sugar, sodium and processed garbage. I didn't eat for fuel - I wasn't comfortable. Tip: Cook more at home. Focus on whole foods, including fruits, vegetables, lean protein, and healthy fats. Start with a simple exchange: chips to almonds, water from soda, and bring it back to your homemade bread. The final thought is that you don't need to press a low point to start your climb. If you are always tired, irritated, living with caffeine and convenience, it is your body that warns you. The changes don't have to be dramatic. Start with habits. only. after that, . Construction there. There is a second changebe try “table workouts.” I now do 20 squats after each lavatory break. Small movements upload up. five. Eat Like You Love Yourself My food regimen become complete of hidden sugars, sodium, and processed junk. I wasn`t ingesting for fuel — I become ingesting for convenience. relies upon on it
By Jannatul Mariyam 9 months ago in Longevity
The Man Who Applied Again
Once upon a time in the heart of a dusty, overlooked town, lived a man named Arif. He wasn’t a hero, not in the way stories usually define them. He was 29, jobless, and invisible to the world—another name among thousands of unread resumes and unopened emails.
By Jannatul Mariyam 9 months ago in Motivation
The Library of Forgotten Lives
In the heart of the abandoned forest on the card stands a library that no one remembers. There are no ways. There were no signs. But on a night when the moon was full and it was unusual for how thick mist was pushed over the world, a lost soul stumbled upon the entrance to her vineyard, pulled by the soft golden light of an old lantern above the door. Erila was such a soul. 17, immersed in an unexpected storm, tore her backpack, her phone had been dead for a long time. It was too far from the road. She didn't escape the weather - she ran from the weight of silence at home, from the last words she said to her father, and no longer recognized by her own version. The sparkle of the lantern felt like an invitation. She entered. Doors rarely heard like a whisper. The air inside was warm, with aged paper scent that made me feel a bit nostalgic, like forgotten babysitters and the sides of old diaries. The building looked small from the outside, but the interior was endlessly stretched. The bookshelves were grabbed in the shade and the room was pulsating in a quiet sum. Each shelf was not marked according to genre, but was marked by emotion. "Fear." "Hope." "Betrayal." "Love." "reute." 's fingers tremble as he grabbed the book under "Regret." There was no title or author. Only worn leather covers. You opened it. On the first page, the words were in the delicate manuscript: "Elila Ainsley, 7 years - The day she did not open the door for a crying girl." She was frozen. Pages began to write themselves, and ink flowed like thoughts. "You asked yourself that you were afraid. But some of you didn't want to share your toys. The next day, the girl left. You never saw her again. " She let go of the book. It quietly landed on her feet. They'll see him hesitate before he goes out. You might have stopped him. " I sob about my neck. She ran and turned the corner in a maze of memories and heartbeat. She whispered, chasing the voice from the forgotten chapter. , and voice - how old and strange lovely stuffed the room. "Welcome, Elira" They stopped. "Where am I?" she asked barely in a whisper. "You are the forgotten life of the library. A place where you wait for the lost stories to be remembered. Most of them arrive by mistake. Only a few are the same." She looked around. Books... They were stories. They were true. choice. Unrecorded pass. My memories were suppressed. "Why am I?" she asked. "The future aspects are still empty as your story isn't over." The shelves began to move, and eventually shared a long walk with the bass. On top of it was a book, shining quietly, her name was engraved in gold on the cover. You opened it. Sky. Then the letter slowly appeared: "Today she decided to listen. Today she decided not to run." The next page was still empty. hang on. Tears are now free. "Can I choose what happens next?" she asked. "You've always done it." It went from the library to the forest that was no longer scary. The storm passed, and the moonlight danced on the wet leaves. Her phone was bustling in her pocket - somehow again. Message illuminated on the screen:"
By Jannatul Mariyam 9 months ago in Fiction
