If someone told you that the next world-changing invention might already be sitting inside a school backpackor glowing on the cracked screen of a teenager’s phone—you might laugh. But look around. The future isn’t arriving slowly anymore. It’s exploding—bright, loud, unpredictablethrough the curiosity and courage of teens just like you....
I was just a broiler chicken during my school life. Home to school, and school to home. As simple as that. I wanted no trouble. I liked silence. I liked to think alone. Fast forward. The first day I went to admit myself into college, my father stood beside me....
One evening, while staring at the night sky, I wondered – what really lies beyond those glittering stars? That simple question led me to one of the most intriguing books I read as a teenager: “Astrophysics for Young People in a Hurry,” which was adapted by Gregory Mone. It’s not...
How could I ever thank my Friend? No thanks could ever begin to be worthy. Every hair of my body is a gift from Him; How could I thank Him for each hair? Praise that lavish Lord forever Who from nothing conjures all living beings! Who could ever describe His...
My friend has fled! alas, my friend has fled, And left me nought but tears and pain behind! Like smoke above a flame caught by the wind, So rose she from my breast and forth she sped. Drunk with desire, I seized Love’s cup divine, But she that held it...
Dear Friends, Assalamu alaikum. Hope you are keeping well despite repeated earthquakes that upended the countrywide psyche, though there is every possibility that the authorities will forget about the initiatives to prepare for a greater temblor. Someday a big bang may leave a trail of devastation like those of a...
Greenfield High was known for two things: its endless math assignments and the twins who never stopped arguing. Bittu and Gittu—identical in face but opposite in thought were the heartbeat of Class Nine. Bittu was the coder, the tech wizard who could fix a glitch faster than the teachers could...
Imagine waking up one morning and discovering that something feels… different. Not in a “Where did I leave my homework?” way, but in a “Why does my back feel heavier, itchier, and strangely feathery?” way. You stretch, yawn, and then—fwip! fwip!—two brilliant wings unfold from your shoulders like someone glued...
The house at the end of Shapla Lane was never quiet. Children ran through the courtyard chasing each other with sticks, the smell of paratha filled the air every morning, and the sound of laughter bounced off every wall. But among all the noise, Abbajaan and Ammanani—old, silver-haired, and full...
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...
My heart is heavy, peace feels far, A memory burns like a fading star. One year ago, this very July, We watched our brothers bleed and die. The world may count just thirty-one, But for us, July extended thirty-six long. Each one written in fire and tears, Etched with pain,...
Mahan never believed in miracles—especially not the kind that smelled faintly of rust and chalk dust. Yet the old locker at the far end of Corridor C, number 108, had started humming again. He noticed it first on a dull Tuesday morning, when the rain tapped like impatient fingers on...
“The red dust of Mars rose in spirals as young Zaaif Yunari sprinted across the copper-colored valley, his boots thumping like tiny drums against the ancient ground. He had always felt that the Martian wind carried secrets, old and humming, whispering stories in a language he did not fully understand....
The world was still glowing when it happened. Screens shimmered in every room, every car, every pocket. Notifications hummed like the pulse of humanity itself. No one noticed the silence creeping in, not yet. Sifat Shawon did. He was sixteen, restless, and a little too addicted to the digital world....
If you ever walk barefoot on the ground and feel a tiny shiver under your toes, don’t panic—it might just be the groundwater saying hello. Yes, groundwater isn’t just water hiding underground. In the strange world beneath us, it behaves almost like a shy neighbor who watches everything but rarely...
By 2040, the world was running out of time. The oceans were warmer than ever, turning clear blue waters into dull green soup. Forests were shrinking like old maps left out in the rain. Even bees—tiny heroes of nature were disappearing. Adults had spent decades arguing in fancy conferences, signing...
Welcome to our exciting new quiz challenge! Email us your answers to [email protected] , and you could see your name in print in the February’26 issue, alongside the correct answers and our heartfelt congratulations. Happy quizzing! 1. Which country has adopted Bangla as one of their state language? a) Rwanda...
When I was in college, I first read William Somerset Maugham’s short story, “The Luncheon.” The story revolved around a poor writer who fell prey to a so-called lady of taste. She kept ordering expensive dishes while pretending she only eats lightly. Ultimately, the writer had to foot the bill...
Episode-5 Last The wind howled over the Arctic like a living beast. The cargo plane trembled as it cut through the frozen clouds, its metal wings coated with frost. Below, the world was a white desert which is silent, endless, and deadly. Rayyan gripped the edge of his seat as...
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...
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