The sea was calm when the group set out. Four friends—Rafi, Nila, Ayaan, and Tanvir—had borrowed a small fishing boat from Nila’s uncle. It was meant to be a short trip, just an afternoon adventure across the Meghna River before it merged into the vast Bay of Bengal. “Nothing but...
Imagine waking up one morning and stepping into a city where no one talks. Not a whisper. Not a shout. Not even the faint murmur of conversation. Instead, the air is alive with glowing colors, flashing patterns, and hands weaving silent shapes through the sky. This is the Silent City,...
Have you ever wondered what happens to a game when no one plays it anymore? Where do the glass marbles go after they roll out of fashion? Where does hopscotch hide when the chalk squares vanish from playgrounds? And what about those ancient board games carved into stone, once played...
The afternoon sun burned down on the streets of Uttara that day. The air was heavy with dust, tear gas, and the sound of angry chants. In the middle of all the chaos stood a tall, soft-spoken young man, carrying two large bottles of water in his hands. His name...
Imagine your body as a super-powered machine. Every time you move, whether you’re running across the school field or even playing tag with friends, you’re fueling that machine, keeping it sharp, quick, and ready for anything life throws at you. Exercise is often thought of as something grown-ups talk about...
It was a bright Thursday morning. Thirteen-year-old Ayaan, a student of class five, sat quietly at the breakfast table in his home in Uttara. His schoolbag was packed, and his shoes were polished, but Ayaan didn’t want to go to school. “I don’t know why, Amma,” he whispered, “I just...
Shuvo Shil was only twenty years old. At an age when most young people dream of university admission, friendships and building a future, Shuvo’s life was already burdened with responsibilities. He was born in Munuria village of Jhenaidah, but poverty had pushed his family away from the green fields of...
Paint the wall, free the soul! That was the chant echoing across alleyways, bridges, and broken walls during the July Revolution of 2024 in Bangladesh. But this wasn’t just paint—it was a movement. A roar of colors. A rebellion of brushes. And at the center of it all? The youth....
In the quiet village of Dorjipara in Chattogram, there once lived a boy named Ismamul Haque. People called him “Ismam.” He was the kind of son every parent wished for — kind, brave, and full of dreams. He never shouted, never complained, and never came home without a smile, even...
Julkar Nain was not just a name. He was a story. A dreamer. A fighter. And above all, a loving big brother. He was only seventeen. In the small, sun-warmed village of Swarup in Pabna, everyone knew Julkar as the boy with a spark in his eyes. He laughed easily,...
It was a quiet Friday afternoon in July. The sun was bright, but the air in Dhaka’s Uttara Sector 7 felt heavy. Inside a small apartment on the fourth floor, sixteen-year-old Naima Sultana sat at her table, a box of colored pens scattered around her. Her fingers moved quickly across...
The sun was bright on that Friday in July, but in one home in Narayanganj, shadows were already gathering. Riya Gop, a six-and-a-half-year-old girl with sparkling eyes and laughter like chimes in the wind, had just finished her lunch. She lived on the top floor of a five-story building in...
In Lakshmipur, there lived a boy named Saad Al Afnan. He wasn’t just any boy, he was the pride of his mother, the joy of his neighborhood, and a rising star in his school. With his big glasses, gentle smile, and quiet nature, Afnan dreamed of becoming a scientist one...
The morning sun peeked over the rooftops of Jatrabari, painting the sky in soft gold. In a small, quiet house near Kazla, 14-year-old Syed Muntasir Rahman Alif tied his shoelaces with quiet determination. His heart pounded with both fear and hope. He wasn’t going to school or coaching that morning....
In an age marked by digital noise, identity crises, and rising Islamophobia, the concept of “Muslim dignity” often finds itself either misunderstood or overshadowed. But today, a powerful wave is stirring across the Muslim world—led by the youth. This movement is not one of rebellion against culture, but a creative...
The Twitch The first time Arif’s hand twitched on its own, he thought it was just a muscle spasm. He’d been up all night gaming, surviving off soda and instant noodles. But the second time it happened—while he was acing a chemistry quiz—he noticed something strange. His hand had written...
Imagine spending 150 days submerged in an otherworldly realm where every sunrise is a shimmering display of marine life and every moment pulses with the wonder of discovery. In a record-breaking journey that defies the limits of human endurance and ingenuity, one brave individual has transformed what was once a...
Once upon a time in a small town in Bangladesh, there lived a wise old teacher named Hakeem. He often walked around the neighborhood with a broom in his hand and a smile on his face. He also carried paint and brush for graffiti on cleanliness. Children admired him, adults...
Imagine waking up one morning and finding that the world around you had completely changed. The sky is no longer blue—it shimmers in shades of purple and gold. The trees whisper secrets in a language only the wind understands. And instead of birds chirping, tiny flying fish hum a melody...
The sun dipped down the horizon, tinging the sky with orange and pink colours, as 12-year-old Musabbir walked home from school. His school uniform, though neatly washed, was worn out, and his shoes bore the marks of many miles traveled. Yet, his heart was light, for he knew that no...
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