MD.MONIRUL ISLAM
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MOTHER SICK
Lina stood at the edge of her mother’s bed, her heart aching as she watched the woman who had once been so strong, now lying weakly under the covers. The soft glow of the afternoon sun filtered through the curtains, casting gentle patterns on the walls. The room was filled with the faint scent of flowers, and the steady beeping of medical equipment echoed softly.
By MD.MONIRUL ISLAM about a year ago in Families
HAWA
On the way through the highway, the area of two villages can be seen in autumn. In such places, fields are seen on both sides of the road. Then there are many trees. There are open fields where children can be seen running around in the afternoon. If you stand in one place for a while, you will feel a bit of wind. In the distance, the sun can be seen setting in the west. The western sky turns red. Not just red. A few more colors are scattered there. Well, does everything have to turn west at some point? As the whole world is leaning towards the west now. The West is ahead in all directions viz. The sun also comes from west to east. First then the west? Or the east? Or British to India than again India to British?
By MD.MONIRUL ISLAM about a year ago in Motivation
KILLER SOCIETY
In a small village in a remote rural area lived a girl named Rupa. Rupa was seventeen at that time. She was one of the best girls in the village, very talented and confident. Both his parents were farmers in the village. His studies and hardworking attitude won the admiration of everyone in the village.
By MD.MONIRUL ISLAM about a year ago in Criminal
I know It Will Come
Today I am wearing yellow, tomorrow I am married. with Uday. The relationship is going so far according to the opinion of both families and their own consent. I am Alo. Uday's relationship with me has been for several years. Just as the sun spreads its light in the morning and spreads its light around, so our love has become a wealth spread around. From the beginning, almost half of the clan of mother, grandmother, uncle knows about our love. To the other half today, it is like clear, transparent glass. There is not much to say about the Uday boy, but if I didn't say it, it would be a book of five hundred pages! I thought when I was young that I would never get into a relationship, I would marry the boy my parents liked. . But luck did not help me. It was not possible for me to say ``I don't like'' on Uday's face. Anyway, both parents liked Uday very much. Although he was not very smart or handsome like five boys, his cheerfulness, laughing and talking, showing respect to elders always fascinated me. . The thing that made me weak the most was seeing the two magic eyes placed by God's own hands in the middle of his magical face. I feel compelled to bow to the depth of his gaze! There is a kind of other kind of gentleness in his fickleness. When he is quiet, he seems like the most polite boy in the world. Uday had to be very rude to meet me. At the end I would say, "Mom has called you, come home today." I would have agreed then. But even after the specified time, he would not come, instead he would call and say, "Today is busy with such and such work, then there is another work. There is no end of work today!" Never understand! "But no, Uday is not like that. He used to laugh at my silence and say, madam, if you delay opening the door, Uday will really leave!" (I would come to know later, he had been standing at the door for a long time, hoping to see my anxiety).His small surprises fill my empty mind continuously! He does not give me a necklace in a square box decorated with expensive packaging, but when he sees empty hands or an empty neck while walking on the street, he buys instant snail or bead ornaments. Even if you don't say it in your mouth, the mind then shouts, "Here you are, you have understood my self, you have become your own, you have become the luxury of desire, the luxury of dreams, the luxury of your ability, you are blessed to be your own!"
By MD.MONIRUL ISLAM about a year ago in Writers
Dew Light
About to unveil the beginning of the story of life. On this auspicious day today, in auspicious time. Although our every moment is worth remembering. However, it is special to appreciate it and keep it. Although the beginning is simple like others, our story is different through the achievement. Where happiness is found through friendship. The relationship gets stronger and stronger as time goes by. Just like the sand shining in the sunny sky, the future of our relationship is clear. There is no trace of pepper in it. There is a sky-high trust, trust in each other. It didn't take long for him to become the real character of my dream man. Because of his eyes. I can't see anyone except me in my illusion. I used to listen to my chest to believe it in my heart. A structure built from two sides. Hold me and say let's live together more. The middle family hides the conversation and after many days, it is not decided that we will be one. On this day, 25-2-2021, I read it three times and came to him with everyone's consent. Now there is no barrier between us. I only think about how to be better the next day. The day was going well, but suddenly one day the rain wet night is sad. In this sad night, the raindrops are falling through the window and coming to the hand. It's like I feel a different emotion. Two drops of rain water are falling on the face.If they could tell, they would whisper in my ear, "We blend in effortlessly." As the anger in your heart falls into tears. And my dear people consider the rain as nature's cry. It ends where it begins. Hearing this I said our love is like rain. This is the beginning, it will end with you in sha Allah. I thought it was a little bit better. Then I discovered that I was very happy to see the sky covered with dark clouds. Because I saw the state of being covered with dark clouds inside myself. In this sad night, it was raining in the heart of the dark heart, just then with this loud noise. The cloud roars up. And in that light, the house becomes bright for a moment, someone wakes up, and I hold the person next to me tightly. A child sleeps again holding the hands of his parents. But the roaring cloud is just like that. If someone thinks of roaring. The sound of which is so loud that it remains only in his mind. Such a rain-soaked and upset night is spent in his sleepless night. Some are watching the rain from the window, some are on the balcony, some are walking barefoot on the roof with their partner, and some are getting wet. Again, the lovers could not understand for the phone conversation, it is raining outside. The night is getting thick and dark clouds. Outside the window, nature is shedding tears and inviting winter. And I'm wetting the pillow with tears in my late night dreams, and thinking about this, the rainy night is getting sad. But after the night's dream, at the break of dawn, I saw the winter wind blowing across the southern corner. This means that winter has come and dew will accumulate on the leaves of grass. I like dew because when I walk, it cleans the dirt from the feet, whether it is a worker or an owner. Here is peace. Come when you take me for a walk on a dewy morning. I believe that the dew that cleanses our feet and forgets the difference between rich and poor can also heal our mind. Seeing this, the dew says that I am like a fog, if I disappear into the fog, spring comes in everyone's life. That's why I am not eternal. So to spread love, to sustain love, will our bond be broken one day? Stay till later dew hope.
By MD.MONIRUL ISLAM about a year ago in Marriage
Crazy Boy
Clouds call in Monsoon, rain comes. And winter is a stranger to me. Saffron Saffron sunny warm humid weather is like "Oak" to a nature man. Don't understand what he means, I don't know either. If I get a little permission, I want to bring out the postmortem report of "Oak" and create excitement in the city and village. I have been interested in everything exceptional since birth. Like this, the common man will go to the shop and say, brother, give the good stuff. Even if the shopkeeper cheats him with normal, he will not understand. And there I go and say if there is any normal stuff, show him. It's not that I can't afford it. The modern way of bringing out authentic stuff. When you ask, the shopkeeper will hear you say "Ok sir". Yes is used here as an indicator. If you think about it a little harder, another exceptional person of the opposite religion like me has to approach it. His main characteristic was to hide himself. When a person goes into hiding, he cannot be seen and cannot be found, but he had an amazing talent inside him. You will see the tone of his voice, but you will not be able to identify him. What was fun to hear?In the beginning, I was also surprised with the hope of new discoveries as the interest increases day by day. It was my childhood wish to be enrolled in the team of scientists by straightening the dog's tail. I thought it would be easier to bring forward this new creative talent. But my plan did not succeed. That stone. Stronger than that, even if the stone is broken, his mind cannot be broken. I can't hear anything except him in speech. I thought I will try to learn other words. He is very interested in learning. Because I told him that you have become inevitable in my classroom to learn new words. His answer was "Ok". From morning to afternoon, from noon to night, there is no trace of him. Don't mince words. He said "Ok". I thought maybe he will go to Sudra. I waited like this again. But he didn't come. I made an excuse to meet again, I called him and he replied, "OK". I said "Ok". Then suddenly one day I lost track of that stranger. I don't remember anything about him. Neighbors come and say, he's crazy! My answer is "OK".
By MD.MONIRUL ISLAM about a year ago in Writers
Bird Education
The sun is visible on the eastern horizon. That's when I wake up. Then I sit on the balcony with a brush in my hand. Maybe not many people feel the touch of the cool morning air. I don't just feel the wind, I look very closely. I love the sound of chirping birds. They kept shouting that it might be morning. But we no longer understand the language of birds, we can only guess. One morning I woke up and was sitting at the door. Then suddenly this shalik bird flew and sat on my feet. I think it has been following me for a long time. A boy sits alone in the morning feeling the cool air full of solitude. He might have come to mingle with me. But I couldn't keep up with him. He might want to say why are you alone? What is your problem? Can I be your friend? Shalik bird doubted many questions. Leaving the question in my mind, he flew back to his destination. All day I thought only of him. Why did he come to my feet without sitting anywhere else? He came to me confidently because he knew I would not harm him. He was never willing to sacrifice his own life if harmed. We all know "It is easy to harm others, but it is difficult to injure yourself." Anyway, Allah knows best why the bird came, and this stupid bird. But it can be said that the bird has taught some real life lessons. In today's society, boys and girls are indulging in liking each other. But what do they like to see? Why waste time? Why give other's wife his precious time? Why did he go back to study? Why suffer for him? He chooses to commit suicide when he leaves? The boys and girls of this young society do not know the answer to these. "They show love to cultivate, this is how the people of the society live. If he goes away, I will take the other's hand and forget him too". This dirty competition will continue. Where will the end be?? The answer is not known. Because the Shalik bird has also returned to his home. Where his proper place is. In this way, some people come as guests in our life and leave again. People do not know what they really need in life! 💐
By MD.MONIRUL ISLAM about a year ago in Writers
