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  • abdusshukur 8:20 pm on June 17, 2014 Permalink | Log in to leave a Comment




        It is not the prayer that counts it is the practice,

    It is the heart when one bears, a walk on the extreme,

    To act for right cause with   courage and without fear;

    And in the service of poor and all.

    It is to court destiny and to abort the fear of death,

    It is to live and carry with it!


  • abdusshukur 11:57 am on May 29, 2014 Permalink | Log in to leave a Comment


    The Beautiful Girl Dances

  • abdusshukur 4:11 pm on May 19, 2014 Permalink | Log in to leave a Comment

    CIVILIZATION What civilization now Portr… 

  • abdusshukur 9:19 pm on May 11, 2014 Permalink | Log in to leave a Comment  


  • abdusshukur 9:04 pm on May 11, 2014 Permalink | Log in to leave a Comment



       Abdus Shukur

    Here is Sonia, waiting for Ismail.
    She’s sitting on the corner of a bench at Victoria Memorial. The bench situates
    on the North side of the famous pond of Victoria. It’s the end of March; the
    spring festivity of the city is running in full swing. Sweet southern breeze
    coming over water of the pond passing gently over her body and face. It is
    soothing her mind also. She feels so freshend, and smiling within herself.
    Absentmindedly she giggles with a bit sound; there’s a couple in the bench
    deeply engaged in their own selves, they are not disturbing Sonia They even
    looked up in the sound of Sonia’s giggle. She becomes ashamed but went back to
    her own thought, tried to recollect her first meeting with Ismail.

                      She smiles to herself again,
    vividly recollects Ismail’s face just four year back in the library room of the
    university. She was deeply in a book of Economics, “How to make card of the
    library?’’, an awkward mild sound entered her ear, she raised her face, saw a
    very absurdly dressed sturdy young man of twenty two. Sonia still recollects
    Ismail in so absurd a dress in the university ambience; she cannot restrain her
    giggle again; oh! What a dress that was, a red shirt over a dirty pajama, a
    market bag full of some old books and other trifles.  That timid voice of Ismail still rang in her ear.
    She restrained her laughter somehow, and pointed to the east of the room and
    told gently,” pl. go there, find assistant librarian there, he will brief you.”
    So saying she plunged herself in her reading; the boy went his way. After
    fifteen minutes the boy came back to pass by her side, Sonia looked at him and
    hesitatingly asked, “Which class?” “Econ Fifth year” ‘Is it so?’  ‘I’m also there.’ Sonia quipped,’ ‘see u in
    the classes. ‘Oh yes,’ the boy shied away then. 

    Needless to mention. They met in the classes,
    she knew her name Ismail, a peasant’s stout boy passing from a mofussul college
    with high scores to get himself admitted in the city university. He knew her
    name Sonia, having her mother only, a nurse in city hospital. Being almost of
    the same status they mixed with each other very easily. What attracted Sonia
    most is Ismail’s simplicity and honest laborious nature, Ismail is also
    attracted to Sonia’s honesty of purpose, though a city girl she is neither over
    smart nor insincere. And at present both of them are successful.  And what change Ismail has made to herself!
    He is now bright young man of twenty six.  

    She is in depth of herself, hearing a
    pinch sound she opened her eyes, and oh! Ismail is standing in front of her
    with smiling and shining eyes. He gently said,’ ‘let’s go.’             



  • abdusshukur 12:43 pm on April 27, 2014 Permalink | Log in to leave a Comment
    Tags: MMMM   

    I M 

       I M
       I am the one, who forgot to die.
    I am the same, who  handle the truth and lie
    I am the again, who has to go on and on, keep alive the rebellion of youth.
  • abdusshukur 5:38 pm on April 11, 2014 Permalink | Log in to leave a Comment  


       When My servants ask thee concerning Me, I am indeed
    close (to them): I

    listen to the prayer of every suppliant when he
    calleth on Me: Let them also,

    with a will,  listen to My call, and believe in Me: That
    they may walk in the

    right way.

  • abdusshukur 10:06 am on February 25, 2014 Permalink | Log in to leave a Comment



        And He made you heirs of their lands, their houses. And their goods, and of a
    land which ye had not frequented (before). And HE has power over all things.
  • abdusshukur 8:06 am on February 21, 2014 Permalink | Log in to leave a Comment


          সকলে নিজ ভাষার প্রতি দরদী হউক…..
  • abdusshukur 11:22 am on February 6, 2014 Permalink | Log in to leave a Comment

    Crowing like a HOLY MAN at the top of his water walk -
    And like him; always Soaked in faith,
    I fall – because I let sins babe chat
    with ardent gusto & tongued arts
    instead of hearing-out gospels and the ….
    who have nothing for me but good news:
    Absorbing, though yet still only a sedate jealously.

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