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The Beauty in Small Things

It's a lonely afternoon. The sun has almost finished its duty. Thy sky of Dhaka is white. It's difficult to find beauty and joy on the streets of dhaka, especially for someone who has experienced the expansive fields of rural Bangladesh. But even in Dhaka, life, thus joy, goes on. I witnessed joy in that child's eyes, who was playing with paperboats in confined water. It is harmful for an average human, but his body adopted it. Mechanism set by Allah protects humanity at dark times and places. There is not enough suitable place for children to play in Dhaka. Despite the fact, life goes on.  May be I have lost some of my words. Mey be I retained some of them. I believe in Allah. He has saved me from darker times.

আমি ঠিক করেছি এখন থেকে এখানে নিয়মিত কিছু লিখবো

বিসমিল্লাহির রহমানির রহিম। আমি ঠিক করেছি এখন থেকে এখানে নিয়মিত কিছু লিখবো ইনশাআল্লাহ। এতে লেখার হাতটা ভালো থাকবে আর মগজেরও কিছুটা চর্চা হবো। আল্লাহ তাওফিক দান করুন।

Who am I?

  I am Abdur Rahim. I am not from here. I came from beyond the time and space you perceive, beyond the boundary of the Universe. But my body is from here, made of dried clay. When the time comes, I will exit my body and leave it on Earth to decay over time. A new body will be made for me, for my old home, a home that I do not remember now. My memory has been locked. I cannot access it now, but soon I will. Those who called me a liar will see; they will know that I was speaking the truth. But that will not help them then because this is the ultimate test. Once the time limit is over, there is no getting back the exam paper. I am Abdul Rahim, son of Abdul Halim, heir to the First Man, representative of the Messenger of Allah on Earth. I submit my will to Almighty Allah, the sustainer of all.