Nobody knew when the insect first began living inside Shafaqat’s head. It did not crawl like an ant or buzz like a fly. It had no sharp legs and no loud wings. It was tiny, almost invisible, and it lived somewhere between his thoughts and his heart. Shafaqat first noticed...
Mevarix was standing on a silver stage in his dream, holding the trophy he had wanted for years. The crowd roared his name. His starship model floated above him, glowing like a tiny galaxy. Then the ceiling cracked. A jagged line tore across the sky, swallowing the applause. The lights...
The morning the butterfly followed Mr. Halim to school, nobody noticed anything strange. The sky was bright, the air smelled of wet grass, and students rushed through the gate of Green Valley High School with heavy bags and louder laughter. Mr. Halim, who taught science and was famous for his...
Sajid used to lie on the rooftop and stare at the sky. He was not the top student in his class. He was not the fastest runner. He was not the loudest voice in the room. But he had a habit that made him different. He asked questions that did...
The bus almost slipped off the mountain road when Dadu shouted that Nanu was missing. That was how our adventure to the Himalaya truly began, not with snowflakes or photographs, but with panic. We were traveling together as one big noisy family from Bangladesh to see the mighty Himalayas for...
Manik had always believed that horses could understand secrets. He lived at the edge of a small village. Most afternoons, he would sit beneath the old banyan tree and watch the clouds float over the hills. But everything changed the evening he found the horse. It was the color of...
There stood an abandoned watchtower wrapped in vines and rumors. Its windows were cracked, its stairs groaned in the wind, and most people hurried past it before sunset. They thought it was empty. It was not. At exactly 3:17 one morning, a dormant tablet on the desk of a teenager...
(Last Part) The rumor began like most dangerous things do, quietly. It slipped between tea stalls and bicycle stands. It leaned against the banyan tree near the market. It sat beside parents as they counted coins at night. “They say the Evening Learning Circle will close.” Rased heard it first...
The light of day begins to fade, As shadows fall in silent shade. Beside the shore where rivers flow, The breath of spring begins to grow. The forest’s hum has died away, Where golden sunbeams used to play. Through leafy veils, the starlight gleams, To light the corners of my...
NOW the bright morning-star, Day’s harbinger, Comes dancing from the East, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire! Woods and groves are of thy dressing;...
As the star of your destiny ascended to shine It lifted and brought you from Abyssinia to Hijaz This alone made inhabited your desolate house Better than a thousand freedoms is your slavery That threshold not even for a moment you could leave In some one’s Love all torments you...
In a small town beside the green rivers of northern Bangladesh, where the morning fog floated like soft white cotton over the paddy fields, lived a girl named Muntaha. She was seventeen, tall for her age, with thoughtful eyes that always seemed to be searching for something beyond the visible...
On the last day before winter vacation, the five of them stayed back in the school library long after the final bell rang. The sun dipped low outside the dusty windows, staining the shelves in orange light. Rafi had spread a crumpled poster across the table—a bright red planet floating...
When Miftah woke up, the first thing he noticed was the silence. It was not the comfortable silence of early morning or the gentle quiet of a classroom before the teacher arrived. This silence felt thick like cotton stuffed into the air. He sat up quickly and blinked. The ceiling...
Twelve-year-old Brinlo Qevin followed a trail of chalk arrows behind the old railway station. The arrows were uneven, as if drawn by someone with trembling fingers. Some pointed left, some right, and one even pointed in a full circle, confusing him. Brinlo knew he should have gone home after school,...
On winter evenings in Kaliganj, the air carries a strange mix of smoke and silence. Smoke from brick kilns, silence from unfinished dreams. Rased knew that silence well. He sat under the tin roof of their small house, his math book open but unread. The kerosene lamp trembled in the...
They say the poor have no address, No shining name, no costly dress. While towers rise in golden pride, Their silent tears the rich still hide. Listen close—can you hear the cry, Of hungry souls as days pass by? No helping hand, no charity shown— Then why is all this...
While Bengal lay numb under the bone-chilling shivers of Poush, a tide of warmth surged through my wanderlust-stricken heart. Winter is the ideal time for the wandering spirit. There is no season more perfect to traverse mountain paths or step into fog-piercing dawns. I was born and raised in Pekua,...
Beauty and ugliness have one origin. Name beauty, and ugliness is. Recognizing virtue recognizes evil. Is and is not produce one another. The difficult is born in the easy, long is defined by short, the high by the low. Instrument and voice achieve one harmony. Before and after have places....
My longing comes to my lips as supplication of mine O ALLAH! May like the candle be the life of mine! May the world’s darkness disappear through the life of mine! May every place light up with the sparkling light of mine! May my homeland through me attain elegance As...
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