Category: Your Stroy

At exactly midnight, when the last second of 2025 fell like a silent tear into the Bay of Bengal, the sky over Bangladesh did something it had never done before. It cracked open. Not with thunder, not with lightning, but with light. A soft, breathing light, as if the universe...

Tanzil Mahmud Sujoy woke up that morning with the sun spilling golden light across his small room. The sky looked peaceful, and for a moment he felt the warmth of home and the smell of jasmine from the garden downstairs. But he knew today would not be ordinary. The streets...

The winter morning came softly to the school field as if it did not want to disturb the quiet hope that lived there and the children gathered near the banyan tree where their teacher Minarul Islam usually stood before the first bell rang. He was not a loud man and...

The morning of July 20 did not look different from other mornings in Doniya. The call to prayer floated through the narrow lanes and the smell of tea rose from small kitchens. Kamrun Nahar stood near the window and watched her son tie the buttons of his Punjabi with careful...

I found the diary on the morning the city woke without fear. It was lying on the roof of our old apartment in Mirpur, tucked beneath a rusted water tank, wrapped in a faded red cloth. The pages smelled of rain and ink and something older—like history that had finally...

The bell rang like a cracked promise, sharp and sudden, slicing the warm afternoon into two halves. Class Seven spilled into Room 12 with the usual noise that chairs scraping, laughter tumbling over itself, schoolbags thudding like tired hearts. On the blackboard, yesterday’s chalk still clung to the corners of...

Anas Abdullah stood on the roof of his small apartment, staring at the orange glow. He was fifteen — a dreamer, a thinker, and sometimes, a daydreamer a bit too much. His teachers often told him, “Anas, you’re bright, but you waste time thinking too long before doing anything.” Anas...

It was a bright Friday afternoon in Chittagong. The sky looked freshly painted after a morning drizzle, and four best friends — Saif, Sumon, Sayeed, and Sanjid were racing their bicycles down the narrow lane behind the school. The air smelled of wet earth and laughter. “Last one to reach...

Hafsa, who was twelve, and her little sister Anika, who was ten, sat on the rocks near their small coastal village, watching the Moon shimmer on the water. “Do you think the Moon ever gets tired?” Anika asked, her dark eyes wide. Hafsa smiled. “Tired of what?” “Of hanging up...

For fifteen-year-old Sabbir, the nightmare began when he saw the cracked wall of his school. “The cyclone’s gone, but it’s not over yet,” he whispered. His best friendsTuhin, Misha, and Asif met him near the broken jetty, their faces pale but determined. They had survived the storm, but the real...

The tree was ancient, older than the oldest tale the dwellers could remember. Its roots ran deep like veins in the earth and branches touched the clouds. To any passerby, it looked like a gift of heaven – rich with fruits, shade, flowers, and honey. There, in the heart of...

The evening sky looked bruised with clouds when three friends stumbled upon the old railway tunnel at the edge of town. No trains had run through it for decades, but everyone knew the stories—ghosts, shadows, vanishing voices. That was exactly why the three of them were there. The first was...

It was a quiet evening in the small town of Polashpur. The sky glowed with orange and purple as the sun set. A boy named Samir was walking back from the library, his bag heavy with books. He loved reading more than anything else, especially about adventures and mysteries. On...

Chapter:1 The scorching rays of the hot summer sun was always the first thing Nazia wanted to avoid. She never saw eye to eye with the Bangladeshi summer anyway, winter was more of her thing. At the end of the day, she was a woman after all. No matter what,...

On summer afternoons, the small village of Chandipur shimmered under the golden sun. Among its dusty lanes and green fields stood Uncle Amjad’s orchard, a place whispered about by children as though it were enchanted. His trees bent under the weight of plump, golden mangoes that glowed like treasure. To...

Once upon a time, deep within a forest, power belonged to the hyenas. For many long years, their rule was marked by fear and cruelty. Bloodshed was their language, and terror their instrument of control. They hunted at will, silenced voices at whim, and with support from powerful friends in...

Episode 2 The email stayed on Rayyan’s screen for hours. No attachments. No name. Just seven haunting words: “Subject 17: Phase Two begins soon.” He stared at it until the glow of the monitor became unbearable. His parents thought he was traumatized, still dreaming of islands and machines. But Rayyan...

It started with a pact, a secret pact inked in the back of Riyan’s physics notebook on a boring Monday afternoon at school. “We cycle to Bandarban. No buses. No shortcuts. Just the hills, our legs, and whatever lies ahead,” declared Riyan, the daredevil of the group, eyes twinkling behind...

The fog rolled in over the hills of Windmere like a silent army, swallowing the last rays of sun and draping the town in a ghostly blanket. Thirteen-year-old Zara Khan had lived in Windmere her whole life, but this fog felt different—thicker, darker, as if it had purpose. She zipped...