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December 4th, 2011 - 4:08 am § in Stories

LILY

Kazi Falguni Eshita Ring…! The bell sounded extremely loud. Children ran out of the various classrooms, happily chatting with friends. “I love recess! Don’t you?” Tania asked her friend Sonia. “Same here.” Sonia replied. “So, what shall we play?” Nadia asked.[...]

October 22nd, 2011 - 10:43 pm § in Lead Poems

Act of Union

Seamus Heaney I. To-night, a first movement, a pulse, As if the rain in bogland gathered head To slip and flood: a bog-burst, A gash breaking open the ferny bed.[...]

October 22nd, 2011 - 10:41 pm § in Lead Poems

In Memory of Those Who Melt the Soul Forever

Muhyiddin ibn Arabi Their spring meadows are desolate now. Still, desire for them lives always in our heart, never dying.[...]

October 22nd, 2011 - 10:33 pm § in Poems

Love

Sharmin Aktar Love, the rhythm of life; Bring the eternal dreams Like river.[...]

October 22nd, 2011 - 10:31 pm § in Language

Building Vocabulary. Lesson 27

Sadruddin Ahmed More about words often confused Much, a lot, lots of Much is used only with uncountable nouns in negative and interrogative sentences. He is a busy man. He doesn’t have much free time.[...]

October 22nd, 2011 - 10:26 pm § in Stories

Realizations

Kazi Falguni Eshita Tick Tock, Tick Tock… The round pendulum oscillated continuously. A slender female figure could be seen standing outside an open window. A soft breeze ran past her long, silky hair. She stood still, enjoying the rhythmic songs of the sparrows and the soft spring breeze.[...]

August 20th, 2011 - 11:38 pm § in Travelogue

My way to Istanbul

Finally I made it. It was my dream since 2008 to visit Turkey for many reasons. And as you will go along this page you will see what the reasons were.  It was the beginning of June when I left Dhaka for Istanbul. Actually I was invited for an exchange program for youth. It took [...][...]

August 20th, 2011 - 11:36 pm § in Poems

Sayings of Mother Teresa

Mother Teresa The dying, the cripple, the mental, the unwanted, the unloved they are Jesus in disguise.[...]

August 20th, 2011 - 11:35 pm § in Poems

Wonder

Ibn Arabi Wonder, A garden among the flames! My heart can take on any form: A meadow for gazelles,[...]

August 20th, 2011 - 11:33 pm § in Stories

Raju, the Curious Child

Hafijur Rahman “What is a galakata, grandma? Is he very bad?” “Well, a galakata is a very terrible person. He appears to be a simple man like anybody else in our society. He keeps hiding in the jute field. And whenever he finds any kid close at hands, he catches hold of him/her and takes [...][...]