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The School of Life
This is the story of a boy born in a small village—his name was Mihan. Though born into a humble family, his dreams were anything but ordinary. He saw life as a vast school, where each day offered a new lesson, a new realization.Mihan’s father was a farmer. He would go to the fields early in the morning, working tirelessly under the sun. His mother took care of the house and his younger siblings. From an early age, Mihan understood that life was not easy. Poverty, scarcity, and limitations surrounded him, yet he always searched for rays of hope within them.He wasn’t a top student in school, but he had a deep thirst for knowledge. His favorite subjects were Bengali literature and moral stories. He often thought, “There must be something meaningful I’m meant to do in this world.”One day, his teacher said in class, “Life is a school where the learning never ends. Those who truly want to learn will always find a way.” Those words struck deep in Mihan’s heart. From that day forward, he made a promise to himself: He would learn something new every single day.After completing 10th grade at the village school, Mihan wanted to go to the city for college. But due to his family's financial situation, many discouraged him. “What will you do in the city? Stay here and work,” they said. But Mihan knew that if he didn’t walk toward his dreams, they would remain nothing more than dreams.With a little money borrowed from his father, he left for the city. He found a tiny mess to live in, studied during the day, and worked at a shop at night. Every day was a battle—but the fire within him never faded.One day, during a college seminar, a guest speaker said, “Life is failure. But life is also about new beginnings. If you can’t ..do it today, you might do it tomorrow—only if you try.”Those words gave Mihan even more strength. He knew his struggles would be worth it. In between classes, he would sit in the library, reading stories of people who had turned their lives around, who had turned pain into purpose.After college, he got a small job at a local newspaper. His role was to gather stories and write columns. The beginning was humble, but Mihan gave his best to every word he wrote. His writing carried truth, emotion, and raw reality.One day, he wrote a feature called “A Farmer’s Diary,” .which was published in a national newspaper. People were amazed at how beautifully he portrayed the struggles and pride of a simple farmer’s life. That story went viral, and from there, a new journey began.Today, Mihan is a well-known journalist. He travels the country, collecting and telling real-life stories—stories of struggle, ..hope, courage, and humanity.But Mihan has never forgotten his roots. Sometimes he visits his old village school, sits with the kids under the same trees, and tells them, “Life will test you. Sometimes it will try to break you. But if you keep learning and moving forward, life will one day bow down to you.”One curious student once asked him, “Why did you work so hard? Why didn’t you give up when life was so difficult?”Mihan smiled and replied, “Because life is a school, and I am a student. I was never perfect, but I never stopped learning.”---Conclusion:Life teaches us every day—through our failures, struggles, love, and moments of silence. It is sometimes harsh, sometimes gentle. But those who respect each chapter of life, who keep learning through it all, never get lost.Mihan teaches us that life is not just about being big or successful—it’s about becoming wiser through learning. If you keep learning with heart and honesty, one day, life will lead you exactly where you’re meant to be….
By Sumaiya’s Wordbox9 months ago in Petlife
On the Path to Destiny
One evening, in the golden light of dusk, the village looked serene. The shadows of the trees, the trains rushing in the distance, and the gentle breeze—all seemed to create a melody of their own. Amidst all of this, a young boy stood still; his name was Rafiq. He was only 14, but deep down, he knew his life was about to change. He had big dreams.Rafiq was not the best student in the village school. While the others were busy with sports, Rafiq kept his head buried in books. But despite that, he had one huge dream—he wanted to become something big. However, he knew that to achieve this dream, he would have to overcome many obstacles. His family was struggling financially—his father, mother, two sisters, and a small house made up their world.Yet Rafiq knew that hard work was the key to everything. He wanted to study at a big university in the city. He dreamed of a day when his name would be known by everyone. But to make that dream a reality, he would have to make some tough decisions at a very young age.One day, Rafiq returned from school to hear some devastating news—the village school was shutting down. There were no more teachers, and the school's condition had worsened to a point where it couldn't receive financial help. This news hit Rafiq hard. He realized that this would be a major obstacle in his dream.In this situation, Rafiq told his mother, “Mom, I’m going to the city. I want to study there and find better opportunities. I know we don't have the money, but I will try. I will walk my own path.” His mother, though silent, had tears in her eyes. But seeing Rafiq's determination, she blessed him.And so, Rafiq set off towards the city. There, he started a small job while attending school in the evenings. His life was a constant struggle. Alongside his job, he studied and learned something new every day.Years passed, and Rafiq never stopped. He understood that education was the key to his success. Through sheer effort, one day he was able to get into a large university in the city. However, the road there was not easy, and he had to pass many tests, but his determination never wavered.Upon entering the university, Rafiq's life took on a new dimension. He found new friends, new opportunities, and a whole new world. Rafiq realized that walking the path of his dream was not just about his own strength but also about the support of others.One day, a professor at the university praised his work, saying, "Rafiq, you are truly an inspiration. Seeing your dedication and perseverance, I believe you will do great things in the future." Rafiq was taken aback, but he knew this praise was a significant milestone in his journey.Rafiq’s story eventually made its way back to his village. The villagers always knew that their little Rafiq would one day do something big. They knew that someday, he would make his dream come true.Finally, Rafiq graduated with excellent results and landed a job at a prestigious company. One day, when he returned to his village, he told everyone, "I didn't want to be number one, I didn't want to be the best, I just wanted my work to inspire others and prove that with determination and belief, anything is possible."The villagers, his parents, and his two sisters were all incredibly proud of him. Rafiq realized that his greatest achievement was helping others along the way. He knew that everything he had achieved was the result of his hard work and unwavering determination.Today, Rafiq is not just known in his village but in the entire city. His life was a journey full of challenges, but with each challenge, he found new opportunities and faced them head-on. He knew that behind every obstacle was a chance for growth, and by embracing those chances, he fulfilled his life's purpose.
By Sumaiya’s Wordbox9 months ago in Interview
The Triumph of Self-Belief..
In a small village nestled at the edge of the countryside, there lived a young boy named Sohan. His family was poor, and their humble house stood on the outskirts of the village. From a young age, Sohan understood that if he wanted to achieve something in life, he would have to work hard. Despite his circumstances, he held onto a single dream: to show the world that no matter where you come from, you can make a difference.Growing up, Sohan wasn’t an outgoing child. He was quiet and reserved, preferring the company of books to the bustling noise of the playground. School was a challenge for him. He often struggled to keep up with his peers, and many of his teachers would quietly doubt his potential. They would say things like, “People like you don’t become successful. You're just too ordinary.”These words, however, did not deter Sohan. He knew that success wasn't defined by the family you were born into or the circumstances you faced. It was about believing in yourself and pushing forward no matter how hard the road seemed. He started to make a promise to himself every day: he would never give up. Even though he wasn't the best student, he made sure he gave his best effort every single time. He spent long nights studying by the dim light of a lantern while the rest of the village slept.One day, when Sohan was in his final year of school, the principal of the village school made an announcement that a well-known businessman, Mr. Karim, would be visiting the village to attend a local event. Sohan, who had heard of Mr. Karim's success, was both nervous and excited. This was an opportunity to prove to himself, if no one else, that he could do something remarkable.However, Sohan had doubts. He had always been told that people from his background could never achieve anything significant. The fear of rejection haunted him. Still, there was something deep inside him urging him to take that chance. He decided to attend the event and, if possible, speak to Mr. Karim. He didn’t know exactly how, but he would find a way to make an impression.The day of the event arrived. Sohan donned his best clothes, which weren’t much, but they were the best he had. He stood at the back of the crowd, feeling out of place among the well-dressed people. Mr. Karim, a man known for his achievements, was giving a speech about entrepreneurship, perseverance, and the importance of self-belief.Sohan listened intently, his heart racing. The more he heard, the more inspired he felt. As Mr. Karim finished his speech, Sohan’s hand shot up. “Excuse me, sir,” he called out nervously.Mr. Karim paused, noticing the shy boy at the back. “Yes, young man, what’s your question?”Sohan stood up, his voice trembling slightly, but with a determination that he hadn’t known he had before. “Sir, I come from a poor family, and I’ve always been told that people like me can never achieve great things. But I believe that if I work hard enough, I can prove them wrong. How can I make something of myself?”The room fell silent. Mr. Karim looked at Sohan with a mixture of surprise and admiration. After a brief pause, he smiled and said, “Your question shows more about you than you realize. It shows that you have the courage to believe in yourself, and that is the first step toward success. Keep believing, keep working hard, and the opportunities will come to you.”Sohan felt a wave of relief wash over him. Mr. Karim’s words were simple, but they meant everything. The realization that success wasn’t about where you came from, but how much you were willing to give, struck him like a thunderbolt.The event concluded, and as people began to leave, Sohan approached Mr. Karim. He introduced himself again and thanked him for his kind words. Mr. Karim, who had been struck by Sohan’s determination, saw potential in him. “Come to my office tomorrow,” he said. “I’ll offer you an internship. It’s a small start, but everyone has to start somewhere.”For the first time in his life, Sohan felt the weight of his dreams starting to lift. He couldn’t believe it. This was the break he had been waiting for.Sohan worked hard during his internship. He showed up early, stayed late, and never stopped learning. He asked questions, offered suggestions, and did whatever was asked of him. Slowly but surely, he started gaining respect from his colleagues. His dedication didn’t go unnoticed.Months passed, and Mr. Karim noticed Sohan’s growth. He saw that the young boy wasn’t just working for a paycheck; he was working with passion, purpose, and a belief that he could make a difference. One day, Mr. Karim called him into his office.“You’ve done well, Sohan,” he said. “I’ve seen you grow. I’ve seen your commitment and your drive. It’s time to give you more responsibility.”That moment marked the beginning of Sohan’s professional career. Over the next few years, Sohan became an invaluable member of the company. He continued to rise through the ranks, driven not by the fear of failure, but by his unshakable belief that he could succeed. Eventually, Sohan started his own business, using the lessons he had learned and the network he had built.Years later, Sohan returned to his village, not as the quiet, uncertain boy who had once doubted himself, but as a successful businessman. He had achieved his dreams, but more importantly, he had learned the power of self-belief.Sohan didn’t forget where he came from. He returned to the village to give back, setting up a scholarship fund to help young students who, like him, were told that their dreams were out of reach. He spoke at schools, sharing his story, and telling.. students that success is not about the circumstances you are born into, but the choices you make and the effort you put in.Sohan’s story became an inspiration, not just in his village, but to everyone who heard it. He was living proof that hard work, perseverance, and belief in yourself could break through any obstacle, no matter how big.And as he stood under the same tree where he had once sat as a boy, dreaming of a better future, he smiled. The dream had not only been his; it had become a dream for others too...
By Sumaiya’s Wordbox9 months ago in Families
The Boy Who Carried a Dream
In a quiet village nestled between the green hills of Bangladesh, lived a boy named Imran. He was only twelve years old, but his eyes sparkled with a maturity far beyond his age. He lived with his mother in a small, tin-roofed house. His father had died when Imran was just three, and since then, his mother had worked at a local rice mill to support them.Imran loved books. But not just any books—he loved science books, books about stars, planets, machines, and inventions. While other boys played football in the fields after school, Imran would sit under the old banyan tree with his nose buried in pages filled with wonder.His dream was simple: he wanted to be an engineer. Not just any engineer—but one who would create machines that could help farmers, like his neighbors, work more easily.But dreams, as Imran would learn, are expensive.His school was several kilometers away, and he walked barefoot every day to attend. The books he read were all borrowed—sometimes from school, sometimes from an old teacher who had taken a liking to the curious boy. His mother barely made enough to feed them, let alone buy extra books or materials.One night, as rain poured down from the heavens and thunder shook their little house, Imran studied by the light of a kerosene lamp. The wind blew in through the cracks in the wall, but he didn’t stop. His mother watched him quietly, a mix of pride and worry in her eyes.“You should sleep,” she said softly.“I will, Ma. Just one more chapter,” he replied, eyes still fixed on the page.Days turned into months. Imran won the district science fair with a handmade model of a solar-powered irrigation system. The local newspaper featured his photo. For the first time, people in the village began to believe—this boy might go far.But life had its tests.One day, his mother collapsed at work. The doctor said she needed surgery and months of rest. Imran was devastated. The hospital bills were beyond anything they could He stood outside the hospital, staring at the sky, tears streaming down his face. He could feel his dream slipping away.The next morning, he went to the market. He took up a job cleaning dishes at a roadside tea stall. Before school, after school, sometimes instead of school. He did whatever he could to pay for his mother’s medicine.But he never stopped reading. He carried a small notebook in his pocket where he wrote ideas, drew machines, and jotted questions he hoped to find answers to one day.One evening, as he cleaned the stall, a well-dressed man watched him curiously. The man noticed Imran scribbling in his notebook during breaks.“What are you writing, boy?” he asked.Imran hesitated but then showed him. The man flipped through the pages—diagrams, notes, even simple engineering designs. He was surprised.“Where did you learn all this?”“Books… school… I just try to learn on my own,” Imran said shyly.The man smiled. “I’m Professor Rahman. I teach at Dhaka University. Would you show me more tomorrow?”That meeting changed everything.Professor Rahman visited Imran’s house the next week. He spoke to the principal of his school and arranged a scholarship. He ensured his mother received proper medical treatment. He even brought books—so many that Imran’s little shelf overflowed.Years passed. Imran went on to study engineering at Dhaka University. He topped his class. His ideas began to attract attention. His final year project—an affordable, solar-powered water pump for rural farmers—won an international award.News spread back to the village. People gathered around the old banyan tree, reading about the boy who once walked barefoot to school and now stood on world stages speaking about innovation.Imran didn’t forget his roots.He returned to his village, not as a visitor, but as a builder. He opened a small research center to train young students. He worked with local farmers to introduce simple technologies that saved them time and effort.One day, while walking through the fields, a young boy came running to him.“Sir, I want to be like you,” the boy said.Imran smiled, handing him a small notebook.“Then start by writing your dreams here,” he said.That night, under the same banyan tree, the village children gathered around as Imran spoke—not just about machines or technology, but about belief, sacrifice, and the strength of never giving up.Because dreams, he now knew, could grow even in the hardest soil—if only someone cared to water them. afford.
By Sumaiya’s Wordbox9 months ago in History
Red-Crest: The Brave and Kind Farm Detective
Within the tranquil town of Shyampur, there was a little cultivate claimed by an ancient agriculturist named Uncle Mojibur. His cultivate had numerous animals—cows, ducks, goats, and chickens. But among all these creatures, one chicken stood out. Her title was Red-Crest. She had a lovely, ruddy comb on her head, and not at all like the other chickens, she was different. While others remained within the coop, pecking at the ground, Red-Crest ventured to investigate.Each day, whereas the others were content with their small world, Red-Crest meandered. She would chase after butterflies, bounce around the trees, and converse with the ducks. The other creatures found her odd, but she didn't. She was inquisitive about everything.One day, a boisterous clamor broke the hush of the cultivate. A buzzing sound, like an interesting motor, filled the discussion. The other chickens scattered in fear, hurrying into the security of the coop. But not Red-Crest. She, taken after the sound, decided to reveal the puzzle. Behind the horse shelter, she saw Uncle Mojibur standing close to an unused grass-cutting machine. The machine was making the bizarre buzzing clamor. The other creatures were frightened of it, but Red-Crest wasn't. She strolled around the machine, carefully watching it. After a minute, she realized it wasn't dangerous—it was basically an instrument.The creatures observed in amazement as Red-Crest strolled up to the machine and pecked at it, as on the off chance that saying, “You're not so frightening after all.” From that minute, the creatures on the Cultivate began calling her the Cultivate Analyst. In the event that anything went missing or in case somebody was in inconvenience, they would continuously inquire Red-Crest for offer assistance. She was intelligent, courageous, and kind, continuously prepared to loan a hand—or a bill.But small did Red-Crest know, the cultivator was about to confront a genuine risk. That night, the discussion was still, and everything appeared calm. But something was inching within the haziness, and the creatures had no thought that peril was close.It was late within the night when a fox, with gleaming eyes and sharp claws, sneaked toward the chicken coop. The chickens, detecting threat, hurried into their stowing-away places, but Red-Crest remained calm. She was not one to be effortlessly panicked.She crawled unobtrusively out of the coop and took note of the fox at the fence. Her heart hustled, but she didn't freeze. Instead, she looked around for something to assist her. She spotted a metal bucket adjacent. Without a moment's thought, she jumped up and kicked the bucket with all her quality. CLANG! The uproarious sound reverberated through the cultivate, startling the fox.For a minute, the fox stood solidified, befuddled by the commotion. That's when the cultivated canine, who had been resting within the horse shelter, woke up and listened the commotion. With a boisterous bark, the puppy charged toward the fox, forcing him to escape back into the timberland.The other morning, the creatures accumulated and cheered for Red-Crest. “She spared the farm!” they said. Uncle Mojibur, who had been resting inside the house, came out to see what had happened. He chuckled and said, “A hen spared the cultivate from a fox! Who would have thought?”Red-Crest didn't let the laud go to her head. She still went approximately through her day-to-day routine—helping the other creatures, investigating modern corners of the cultivate, and observing the dawn each morning.One day, while meandering close to the fence, Red-Crest found an harmed pigeon cowering within the bushes. She carefully brought the feathered creature to her settle, fed it, and kept it warm until it recuperated. When the pigeon was sufficiently solid, it flew absentmindedly into the sky.Another hen, observing all this, inquired, “Aren't you pitiful? The pigeon didn't, indeed, thank you.”Red-Crest grinned delicately. “Real benevolence doesn't require much appreciation. I helped because it was the proper thing to do.”And so, the courageous hen proceeded on her travel, not as a mere chicken but as an image of benevolence, bravery, and shrewdness.
By Sumaiya’s Wordbox9 months ago in Lifehack
The whispering banyan tree.
Within the heart of a calm town in West Bengal stood an enormous, old banyan tree. Its roots turned just like the fingers of overlooked mammoths, coming into the soil and sky. The villagers called it “Boroboro Gachh,” and they accepted it had a soul.For eras, individuals whispered stories almost to the tree. A few said it ensured the town. Others claimed it tuned in. But no one had ever demonstrated anything—until Arman arrived.Arman was not a villager. He was a 22-year-old college understudy from Kolkata, examining old stories. When he first heard of the banyan tree, he thought it would be just another town myth. But something about the way the ancient postmaster talked of it caught his interest.“It talks when the moon is full,” the postmaster had said, his eyes cloudy with age. “But not in words. In whispers.”Charmed, Arman pressed his sacks and traveled to the town. The individuals were inviting but cautious. They told him stories of how the tree had spared lives amid surges, how it shined faintly on certain evenings, and how feathered creatures never settled in its branches—but none would go close to it after sunset.Arman giggled it off. “Superstition,” he said to himself. But deep down, he wasn't beyond any doubt.That night, beneath a full moon, Arman set up camp close the tree. He brought a scratchpad, a voice recorder, and his camera. The villagers cautioned him once more, but he waved them off considerately.Midnight arrived. Crickets sang. The wind moved delicately. The tree stood silent—just a tree.But then… the discussion changed.It wasn't colder, but heavier. As in the event that the world was holding its breath. Arman looked up. The moonlight sparkled on the roots. And after that, exceptionally faintly, he listened to it:“Arman…”He solidified.It was a whisper. Delicate. Like wind passing through ancient leaves—but clearer.“Who's there?” he inquired, checking the obscurity.No answer.He checked his recorder. It was still running. He rewound some seconds and played it back.“Arman…”“Why have you come?”His heart dashed. The voice was there. But no one was around.Swallowing his fear, he sat back down and whispered, “I need to know your story.”Hush.Then:“Listen.” Over the following few hours, Arman listened to pieces of a tale—fragmented whispers carried by the wind. A story of a lady named Meera, who had once lived within the town centuries back. A healer, a kind soul. But amid a starvation, she was faulted for awful good fortune and blamed for witchcraft. The villagers, frantic and frightened, tied her to the banyan tree and cleared out of there.She passed on beneath the moon, shattered.The tree, fed by her blood, took in her torment. And her soul.Since at that point, Meera's soul had whispered to those who listened—not for exact retribution, but for recognition.“They overlooked me,” the tree whispered. “But I keep in mind them all.”Arman sat still, overpowered by distress he couldn't clarify. He saw flashes in his mind—of Meera's life, her thoughtfulness, and her passing. And the centuries of hush that followed.When first light drew closer, the whispers faded. The weight within the discussion lifted.The tree stood still once more.Arman didn't take off from the town. He remained for a week, tuning in each night, learning more about approximately Meera. He composed everything down. His recorder filled with ghostly, whispering voices. But the villagers refused to tune in.“They'll think you're mad,” the postmaster cautioned.“I don't care,” Arman answered. “The world ought to know.”When he returned to Kolkata, Arman distributed a paper titled “Whispers of the Forgotten.” It picked up consideration from teachers, history specialists, and otherworldly searchers. Numerous people rejected it as fiction. A few accepted. But Arman didn't care. He had listened to the truth.He returned to the town once a year, always on the night of the total moon. He sat beneath the banyan tree, not anxious, and tuned in to Meera's voice.One year, he brought blossoms.“I keep you in mind,” he whispered, putting them at the base of the tree.The branches overhung gently—though the wind was still.And from deep inside the roots, a whisper came:“Thank you.”
By Sumaiya’s Wordbox9 months ago in History
Shakib Al Hasan the pride of Bangladesh cricket.
It was a shining, breezy evening at the Sher-e-Bangla National Cricket Stadium in Mirpur. A 12-year-old boy named Tamim sat discreetly within the display, clutching a hail in one hand and a delicate drink in the other. His eyes weren't wandering around just like the other children; instead, they were focused on one individual standing tall at the crease—cool, composed, and intrepid. It was the man each Bangladeshi cricket fan respected:Shakib Al Hasan.Tamim didn't know in the event that Shakib would score a century that day or indeed take a wicket. But he knew this—Shakib Al Hasan had changed Bangladesh cricket until the end of time.---Humble BeginningsShakib's story started remote from the shining stadium lights—in a little town named Magura. Born on Walk 24, 1987, he wasn't born into acclaim or riches. But what he did have was enthusiasm. Cricket wasn't a fair wager to him; it was enchantment. As a child, he would spend hours playing with a taped tennis ball, envisioning enormous dreams beneath a humble roof.At the fair, a long time ago, his potential started to sparkle. Whereas most kids were memorizing course readings, Shakib was idealizing his line and length, practicing late into the night. A neighborhood coach took note of him and said, “You don't belong here. You have a place in Dhaka.” That single perception changed everything. He was soon selected in a cricket foundation in the capital, beginning a journey that would motivate eras.---Breaking Into the National GroupIn 2006, Shakib made his universal make a big appearance for Bangladesh against Zimbabwe. He wasn't garish. He didn't have features shouting his title. But what he had was grit—and that appeared in each conveyance and each shot he played.To begin with, he played down the arrangement and bowled fairly for a number of overs. But as matches passed, selectors and fans began noticing—he was distinctive. He was solid. He was key. And gradually, he moved up the arrange, both as a batsman and a bowler.Shakib, before long got to be known not as it were for his performances but too for his disposition. Within the face of weight, he remained calm. When others froze, he plotted. When the group battled, he conveyed. Shakib's travel wasn't all praise and records. It came with its share of thistles. He had combat wounds that kept him off the field for months. He confronted feedback, contentions, and indeed bans. In 2019, he was prohibited from cricket for a year due to failing to report degenerate approaches. Numerous people dreaded it was the conclusion of the street.But genuine champions never remain down.He came back more grounded, both physically and rationally. That same year, within the 2019 ICC Cricket World Container, he was unstoppable—scoring 606 runs and taking 11 wickets. No player within the competition had stats that indeed came near. He didn't just play for himself—he carried the pride of a whole country.---A Symbol Past the DiversionShakib Al Hasan nowadays isn't a fair title; it's a bequest. He's the, as it were, Bangladeshi cricketer to be positioned as the world's number one all-rounder in all designs. He has played in alliances over the globe and has been regarded by cricketing legends around the world.Off the field, he has also made a mark—launching businesses, doing charity work, and raising his voice on social issues. Yes, there have been stumbles. Yes, features haven't continuously been kind. But the cherish from fans remains unshaken.Since when Shakib strolls onto the field with the Bangladesh shirt, the complete nation accepts.---The Boy within the StandsBack within the stadium, Tamim kept watch. Each shot Shakib played, each look towards the field—Tamim splashed it in. He didn't just see a cricketer; he saw trust. He saw what it implied to rise above the question. To battle when no one believed. To drop and still rise once more.That night, Tamim told his companions, “I need to be like Shakib.”His companions snickered. “There's only one Shakib,” they said.But Tamim fairly grinned. Since in his heart, he knew—Shakib had instructed him in the foremost vital lesson:On the off chance that you accept yourself, nothing is impossible.Last Indeed, presently, Tamim—now 16—plays for his school group. In his cricket unit, beside his gloves and cushions, he keeps a collapsed note. It peruses:“If you accept you can—you will.”—Shakib Al Hasan
By Sumaiya’s Wordbox9 months ago in Motivation
