Samiha Bushra
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Yours, Always. AI-Generated.
#WHY DISTANCE CAN NEVER FADE TRUE LOVE ! April 15th, 1942 England's London Thomas, my dearest, The days feel longer without you here. Since you left for the front, the city is different. The streets are quieter, the skies darker, and every time the sirens wail, I hold my breath and whisper a prayer — not just for our city, but for you. I keep your photograph by my bedside, the one we took by the river last summer. I often touch the corner of it, as though by doing so, I can feel your hand again. Do you remember that day? The sun was high, and you made me laugh so hard that I spilled my tea. Those moments feel so distant now, like another life. Mother is well, though she worries about you just as much as I do. She knits scarves for the soldiers, hoping one might reach you. I’ve taken up helping at the community shelter, handing out bread and tea to those who have lost their homes in the bombings. Even though it keeps me busy, my heart stays with you. Please write soon. Even the smallest word from you would mean the world to me. Yours, always, Elizabeth --- May 2nd, 1942 Somewhere in France My Sweet Elizabeth, Your letter was a light in this dark place. I read it over and over, imagining your voice with every word. It made me remember the river too — the way your hair danced in the breeze, the way you scolded me for making you laugh too much. If I close my eyes, I can almost feel that day again. Love, things are hard here. The nights are cold, and the days are loud with the sounds of war. We march through fields and sleep in trenches, and though I am surrounded by men, I have never felt more alone. But your letter — your words — they remind me why I fight. für Sie. For us. I carry the handkerchief you gave me in my coat pocket. It smells faintly of lavender still, though the scent fades a little more each day. It’s a small piece of home I refuse to let go of. Tell your mother I am grateful for her scarves — I hope one reaches me. Tell her I promise to come home to you both, no matter how long it takes. With every beat of my heart, Thomas --- October 18th, 1943 England's London Thomas, my dearest, The sky appears permanently gray as the days get shorter and colder. Another winter is coming, and I worry about you more with each passing day. Are you cozy? Do you consume enough food? I lie awake at night and wonder where you are, if you’re safe. I learned of a battle near the town from which you last wrote. I held my breath, waiting for the telegram boy to pass our door, praying he would not stop. He didn't, but I never forget the fear. I still walk to the river sometimes. It’s quieter now, fewer people, but I sit by the same bench where we once laughed and dreamed of the future. I talk to you there, whispering into the wind, hoping somehow you hear me. Write to me when you can. Even a single word will ease my heart. Forever yours, Elizabeth --- December 9th, 1943 Somewhere in Belgium My Beloved Elizabeth, I am alive. I am safe — for now. I know you must have worried when the news came of the battle, but I made it through. The loss of many of my friends that did not comes with a heavy burden. Your letter was a comfort. Knowing you still sit by our river, still speak to me there, makes me feel less far away. I wish I could be there with you, holding your hand, promising you that this war will end soon. But I can't lie: I have no idea when that time will come. We march on, through snow and mud, but I keep moving forward with the thought of you. I picture you in your coat by the river, waiting for me, and it gives me strength. My love, hold on. I will come back to you. Yours until my last breath, Thomas --- May 7th, 1945 England's London Thomas, my dearest, The conflict is over. People are singing, crying, and embracing strangers again on London's streets, but all I can do is wait by our window and watch the road in the hope that you will return to me. I have heard nothing from you in months. No letters, no word. I am trying not to fear the worst, but it is hard. Every soldier I see returning home makes my heart race — is this the moment I see you again? Please, if you are alive, write to me. Inform me of your upcoming return. I cannot bear the thought of this joy all around me if you are not here to share it. Forever waiting, Elizabeth --- May 20th, 1945 England's London My Dearest Elizabeth, I am coming home. I write this from a small hospital in France, where I have been recovering from an injury since March. I'm so sorry I couldn't get in touch with you sooner; I can only imagine how scared you must have been. However, I am alive and healing. And now, I am coming back to you. I think of the river, of our bench, and of you standing there with the wind in your hair. I will be there beside you again soon — not in a dream, but in life. Now that the war is over, we can finally begin our life together. Hold me in your heart a little longer, my love. I am almost home. Forever yours, Thomas.
By Samiha Bushra 11 months ago in History
Islamabad High Court's Justice Criticizes Authorities Over Missing Poet Case.
On Monday, Equity Mohsin Akhtar Kayani of the Islamabad High Court (IHC) communicated solid disappointment with the specialists over their inability to recuperate the missing Kashmiri writer and columnist, Ahmed Farhad Shah. Shah was supposedly kidnapped from his home the week before. His significant other looked for help from the court on May 15, requesting his recuperation and for an examination to recognize and indict those liable for his vanishing.
By Samiha Bushra 2 years ago in Journal
Palace Worried About Harry and Meghan's Tours.
Ruler Harry and Meghan Markle's new visit to Nigeria has drawn consideration and blended some contention inside the English illustrious family. The couple, who moved away from their jobs as senior royals in 2020, have set out on a few global excursions, which a few in the media are calling "semi imperial visits." Their exercises and goals have raised worries among the leftover regal relatives, including Lord Charles.
By Samiha Bushra 2 years ago in Blush
Memory's Garden.
In the garden of our minds, Where memories bloom and wind, There lies a flower, deep and true, A memory, both joy and rue. Sometimes it sings with joy's sweet tune, A cherished moment 'neath the moon. But sometimes, oh, it brings such pain, Like clouds that hide the sunny reign.
By Samiha Bushra 2 years ago in Poets
Madonna's Recognition for Her Late Mother.. AI-Generated.
Madonna, the popular artist, as of late recalled her mom, who shared her name. Her mother died from bosom disease in 1963 when Madonna was only five years of age. She has been feeling a blend of feelings, particularly during her Festival Visit.
By Samiha Bushra 2 years ago in Art
The History Of Pohela Boishakh And Rally Of Bengali New Year.. AI-Generated.
Pohela Boishakh, the Bengali New Year, holds a unique spot in the hearts of Bengali individuals around the world. Established in custom and culture, this dynamic festival denotes the start of another year as per the Bengali schedule. To comprehend the meaning of Pohela Boishakh, it's fundamental to dig into its set of experiences, customary traditions, and advanced festivals.
By Samiha Bushra 2 years ago in Beat
Protecting Your Computerized World (Part -1).
1)Cybersecurity: Network safety resembles a computerized safeguard that safeguards our PCs, telephones, and different gadgets from miscreants on the web who attempt to take our data or mischief our frameworks. It includes utilizing unique apparatuses and methods to protect programmers out and our information.
By Samiha Bushra 2 years ago in 01
Bengali Women's Dragon .
Ladies are as yet being denied of different freedoms like they can't offer their viewpoints and sentiments ,now and again they face physical and mental badgering or torment, and ladies are denied of training and because of absence of instruction they lose different sorts of open positions and they feel rejected from the general public.
By Samiha Bushra 2 years ago in Filthy
Title: The Heartwarming Magic of Doggie Comfort.
Ever wondered why dogs are everyone's favorite pals? Well, turns out, it's more than just their wagging tails and cute antics. Recent research spills the beans on how these furry friends are like emotional superheroes, providing comfort that even our human buddies might miss.
By Samiha Bushra 2 years ago in Petlife
