Category: Your Stroy

The Flame Within -Md Din Islam

In the heart of a bustling city, where the cacophony of life drowned out dreams, lived a boy named Masud. His parents had left this world too soon, leaving behind an empty home and a void that seemed insurmountable. But within Masud, a flame flickered—a determination to rise above his...

Exam Nightmare -Tanzila Hosna Alam

It was 3:00 a.m. Anika’s vision became blurry, and her head felt as heavy as lead. Miserably, she flipped through the pages of her “Electronics” book; she had a very important exam the next day. She tried hard to concentrate, but the words and numbers no longer made any sense...

Colorful Lights -Maream Binte Mostafiz

Nadir is packing his bags. The day has finally come. All the trauma, agony, and suffering are finally about to end. “Nadir, your parents are here,” says someone. Nadir quickly picks up his bags and leaves the room. He breaks down the stairs and moves towards the big, black gate....

Neverland -MSF Sadib

Under the scorching heat, those book covers looked like an anonymous dry blank page. In the heart of Purana Paltan, there are some baggy old bookshops. With their ragged old pages stood the shop owners. Curious eyes with busy, long strides rolled down their lashes as they walked past the...

Fifteen Days MSF Sadib

Through the gaps in the bushes, the wind blows over black water that looks like tar. Green Bhatiali crawled unknowingly along the shadow of watery nightmares, like the piss of a newborn child’s subconscious. Sattar had been staring at his shadow in the water with sleepless eyes since last night....

The Octogenarian Labib Ahsan

That was the most outcast period of my life, in my opinion. The air around me was filled with buffeted wind. I hadn’t taken a breath of fresh air in a long time. Thousands of layers of complexity engulfed me completely. My life stood beside a vivid pit of darkness....

Along The Walls -Msf Sadib

If you look carefully at the small shadow of the shabby little house at the end of Jhill Par road, which gets cast upon on a bright sunny day from the Majia Monjil building. The building itself is endowed with disgusted moss invested walls that roars the most feeble sound...

Evening Again MSF Sadib

“These evenings make me feel too detached Rusell”, said Sharif in a gloomy tone. I remained silent. I didn’t have the audacity to extend his words further on. Those sort of philosophical thoughts frequently arises in this friend of mine. We hangout a day of the week at this place...

Emotions and Us Kazi Falguni Eshita

Anger, joy, or sadness: These emotions are always part of life, especially for a female. Is it always wise to show your emotions?  Or is it better to conceal them? Anger is the most destructive force of them all. You should never take important decisions while angry; because that might...

ZamZam

::Nashid Tabassum :: This story of ZamZam starts in the terrain of Saudi Arabia when baby Ismael was left in the desert by Ibrahim [AS] by the will of Allah. Baby Ismael was with his mother when they were in the tent with milk and dates in a split –...

Our Profound Friendship 7

Our Profound Friendship

“What’s wrong with you? For God’s sake tell me!” “I don’t need to tell you anything! Stop bothering me! Perhaps this friendship has to end here!” “Fine! then go away!” Those were the last words we spoke to each other. I saw her going out of my sight. As she...