Setara bibi under the lamp post - Literature - observerbd.com : The glittering city aroundLife is rich with red, blue light of neonWide sky over the headPieces of moonlight, scatteredAnd in that splashed pieces of meteorThose are taken by the scientists of NASASo height the civilization reachesThis city is the flow of happiness nowSome men like us pass the wayWith frustration
At the end of the journey she wrote a note in my notebook.
I wanted to read it but she kept me refrained from doing it. It was her last
request. She died on that very night. I just want to tell the journey we
experienced together.
We met in a mid summer’s night. It was that place where I
born and brought up. My parents tried to give a freedom to be a realistic man.
That freedom gave me the opportunity to meet with such a beautiful girl in that
early age of nine. I was delighted.
But that was not all of my life. I believed in firm
discipline among all indisciplines. I was such a charming man with all my mess
that anyone can be confined in any way. I had a habit to make anybody preluded for
any thing. It was nothing but a test. I liked to test anyone. I targeted her. I
know it was not a good thing. But sometimes games are interesting.
I applied that strategy on her. I tried to decieved her in
many ways. But failed due to her firmness. I really failed and that made me angry.
I lagged behind her. I was devasted. I fall in love with her. She gave
punishment. she denied me.
One fine monring she came to my house. She told me she is
in love with me. I was preluded. She made me fool that made her so much
shocked. She cried like a baby. I also cried. We together fall in love. Love
made us our eyes wet.
We started our journey. Actually we were made for each
other. Though it took time to know the fact, we became happy. She became the
happiest woman in the world. Through the passage of time we became a good
couple. People praised us.
We also had many stories like others in our life. We cried.
We laughed. We walked. We ran. we sailed. We flew. We chased each other. We creamed
the bread and butter. We got our family.
One fine morning she took a notebook and started to write.
Writing all day long, she finished and returned it to me. I tried to read it.
But she prohibited doing that. After her death on very night I opened the note
book. She wrote some lines for me.
We all love ourselves that is why we love others. It gives
us happiness to love and to be loved. But do we think it ever that we should
not think of ourselves. We should love only him for whom we were told to love.
Whatever, be the situation, we should love him in order to only make him happy.
We should not think of ourselves. We should love Allah. Without the hope of heaven
and the fear of hell, we should think our destiny. He, who is the creator of me,
will be my destiny. We should love without any expectation. We should be surrendered
men who cannot bear any expectation or any destiny without Allah. So, try to change
yourself and be the true lover of almighty Allah SWT
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