(After Episode 1) The night in Rangamati was thick with silence, broken only by the distant calls of nocturnal creatures and the soft lapping of Kaptai Lake against the shore. Little Prince lay in bed, unable to sleep. The strange encounter with the cloaked figure, the old man’s cryptic words,...
Where the future was always just a heartbeat away, two brothers—Rishad and Masum—were about to change the world. Identical twins with a shared love for science and faith, they were fascinated by the challenge of time management. Waking up for Fajr prayer, studying at the right intervals, taking breaks for...
To fling my arms wide In some place of the sun, To whirl and to dance Till the white day is done. Then rest at cool evening Beneath a tall tree While night comes on gently, Dark like me– That is my dream! To fling my arms wide In the...
Beloved, who has bid thee ask no more How fares my life? to play the enemy And ask not where he dwells that was thy friend? Thou art the breath of mercy passing over The whole wide world, and the offender I; Ah, let the rift my tears have channelled...
Language opens the door to new experiences, and French, one of the most beautiful languages in the world, is an ideal choice for any curious adventurer. As we step into 2025, let’s embark on a fun-filled, strategy-driven journey into learning French. Whether you dream of wandering through the cobbled streets...
(Episode 1) The sun was just rising over the city skyline when Bicchu Mama and the Little Prince set off on their long-cherished journey to Rangamati. The city, still shrouded in the haze of dawn, seemed to bid them farewell as they navigated through the early morning quiet. For years,...
All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair– The bees are stirring–birds are on the wing– And WINTER slumbering in the open air, Wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring ! And I, the while, the sole unbusy thing, Nor honey make, nor pair, nor build, nor...
Any lifetime that is spent without seeing the master Is either death in disguise or a deep sleep. The water that pollutes you is poison; The poison that purifies you is water. ******** Any soul that drank the nectar of your passion was lifted. From that water of life he...
The Props assist the House Until the House is built And then the Props withdraw And adequate, erect, The House support itself And cease to recollect The Auger and the Carpenter— Just such a retrospect Hath the perfected Life— A past of Plank and Nail And slowness—then the Scaffolds drop...
O my Lord, the stars glitter and the eyes of men are closed. Kings have locked their doors and each lover is alone with his love. Here, I am alone with you. Reality In love, nothing exists between heart and heart. Speech is born out of longing, True description from...
Carl Sandburg I Am the People, the Mob I am the people—the mob—the crowd—the mass. Do you know that all the great work of the world is done through me? I am the workingman, the inventor, the maker of the world’s food and clothes. I am the audience that witnesses history. The...
Jalaluddin Rumi My Hart Is In Constant Fervour Now sleeping, now awake, my hart is in constant fervour. It is a covered saucepan, placed on fire. O you! who have offered us from a cup a silencing wine; Each moment a new tale is shouting to be told in silence....
Imagine a place where the land meets the sea in a dance of life and mystery, where the air is thick with the scent of salt and earth, and the only sounds are the whispers of the wind through the mangroves and the distant calls of exotic wildlife. Welcome to...
Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough, And stands about the woodland ride Wearing white for Eastertide. Now, of my threescore years and ten, Twenty will not come again, And take from seventy springs a score, It only leaves me fifty more. And since...
A Guide has entered this life, in silence. His message is only heard, in silence. Take a sip of His precious wine And lose yourself. Don’t insult the greatness of His love, for he helps all those who suffer, in silence. Polish the mirror between the breaths. Go with Him,...
Every man shares a common desire to dream of becoming something he wants to be or to change something in society. Not a simple man has the courage to undertake such an unbelievable task. In the city of hope, where neon signs flickered like distant stars, lived a man named...
Beat! beat! drums!–blow! bugles! blow! Through the windows–through doors–burst like a ruthless force, Into the solemn church, and scatter the congregation, Into the school where the scholar is studying; Leave not the bridegroom quiet–no happiness must he have now with his bride, Nor the peaceful farmer any peace, ploughing his...
Because I cannot sleep I make music at night. I am troubled by the one whose face has the color of spring flowers. I have neither sleep nor patience, neither a good reputation nor disgrace. A thousand robes of wisdom are gone. All my good manners have moved a thousand...
Matthew Arnold Growing Old What is it to grow old? Is it to lose the glory of the form, The lustre of the eye? Is it for beauty to forego her wreath? Yes, but not for this alone. Is it to feel our strength – Not our bloom only, but...
Allama Muhammad Iqbal THE WITHERED ROSE O withered rose! How can I still call you a rose? How can I call you the longing of nightingale’s heart? Once the zephyr’s movement was your rocking cradle In the garden’s expanse joyous rose was your name The morning breeze acknowledged your benevolence...
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