When I have met him

Some days ago I met with a person. But I didn’t meet with him before. Only hearing his name and saw his picture. Do you know, who is this man? But I am so sorry. Now I don’t want to flash his name, because till now he is limited within my pen. Many days I wait for him and also meet or talk to him! At first just I was hearing his name. Then I just anticipated how to he seeing? What he embellishment or slim, his nose high or clip, have his moustache? Then one day I saw his picture. And then I anticipated when I meet with him? In this manner some days ago I hearing he will come soon. And at last that’s day he coming and meeting. But I strange to seeing of him because, I thought his picture. But he and his picture some different and so handsome. I talk to him and I feel so proud to meet with my very respectable person David Sasaki.

Ahsan Manzil

Photo: Jesmin Ara Amzad

Ahsan Manzil is a Dhaka Nawab Estate. It is a historical heritage site of Bangladesh in Dhaka. It was the home of the Nawabs of Dhaka. But now it is turned into a museum. The beautiful house bears the rich cultural and historical heritage. It is an important Moghal monument of the 19th century. This Estate constructed of red sandstone. It is tow-storied superior building. It has 31 rooms with 23galleries displaying portraits, furniture and household articles used by the Nawabs.

We are all that day (my friend, sister and my two teacher) visiting this “ Ahsan Manzil”. We are all enjoying this day and saw the Nawab Estate of getting enjoyment or pleasure.

There we saw some foreigners came to visiting with our countries historical heritage sites this Nawab Estate ‘Ahsan Manzil’. Then I talking to Japanese visitor with Momo and Sawata. They are very pleasurable to see the ‘Ahsan Manzil’ and enjoying to rootless child.

“The Ahsan Manzils” museum is very nice. This museum decorated to used by the Nawabs household many articles. This Estates second floor decorated for museum. There has a Model, Octagonal Table, Ivory works, Elephant skull with Tusk, Electric Meter, Electric kettle, Inaugural ceremony of Dhaka electric supply, Founder leaders of the all India Muslim Leagues photo (1906), State bed room, War-materials, Rocking chair etc.

I amazed to see the museums all display. Like;
Model: Silver, Filigree work.
Ahsan Manzil palace before the tornado of 1888 A.D. This model was purchased by the then Dhaka Nawabe Estate.
Length: 14''
Width: 14 ¾"
Weight:326 Tola (3786gm)
19th cencury A.D.


Octagonal Table: Metal Table with Tortoise-legs used by the Nawabs.
19th century A.D.

Have a photo of founder leaders of the all India Muslim league (1906). Have fruit- Dish(german silver porcelain and metal), Soap-case(metal), Pot with LID(metal), Otto-pot (silver), Rose-water sprinkler(silver), Aftaba (metal), Surahi (metal), Hukaa vase(metal), LID of the chillum (metal), Flower-vase, Hukkah vase, Spotton (metal), Khasdan (silver), Pandan (metal), Candle stand(object used by the Nawabs), Water Tup(metal), Jug(porcelain), Water glass, Dry Battery(porcelain), Electric meter(metal), Electric Kettle(metal), Inaugural ceremony of Dhaka Electric Supply(Imagined painding, 7 december,1901 A.D) etc.

Elephant Skull with Tusk: Among many elephant this named "Feroz Jung" was very faithful and favorites to Nawab Abdul Ghani.


State bed room: This state bed room have a bed, Almirah, Dressing-table etc.
I astonished to see the museum and enjoying we are all.

A stormy twilight

When we are listing or watching cyclone, storm etc. Then our heart at the very sight and be thrilled of our body. The storm usually occurs in the month of Chaitra and Baishskh. The storm plays with nature. This is not any normal incident, that is a real incident of my mother infancy. When my mom newly-born that means, then my mother three month old. At that time she also crying and disturbed her mother. But my grand mom not disturb feel for her bit of the moon. My mother’s family was biggest family. They are wear four sister and three brother. Her all brother and sister are always be loved in she. Then they are lived in their village. One day my mom whole day crying. Then her second elder sister with my mom walk about idly her aunts house. But my mom don’t be quiet. Then my mom’s sister think the baby may be hungry, so she came back in view of her house. Then the nature approaching twilight and overcast with clouds. But at that time suddenly the nature attacked with storm. Then the storm in a trice soaring above throw of a river site. But she wear don’t afraid of storm rather then she wear strong because, she not lost her any side and she wear absolutely right. But then her age wear eight years old, so I strong for her Dearing. And at a time she shout of my sister... my sister.... my sister.....my sister. Then that villages of all person hearing her shout and approach to finding the baby. Then the clouds are rumbling, uproots many trees or blows away thatched house. The villages all person rummaged the village in search of the little baby. Then the whole villages wear dark and shade. So, It was very big problem of searching the baby. Suddenly hearing of all crying sound a baby. Then the village’s all person running away the forest side and their saw the baby notwithstanding an obstacle or snag. At last her family and villages of all recover the baby. But their all strange of the baby be wear unhurt or unwounded.

Biggest celebration in our country

Communal harmony is prevailing everywhere in Bangladesh. Almost 90% people are Muslims in Bangladesh. There are Hindus, Buddhists, Christians and tribal people in Bangladesh. A healthy and friendly relationship is always seen among these people. Our national leaders were very particular about secularism and tool great care to establish a secular country. It is the duty of every Bangladeshi to live transcending religious, linguistic or sectional diversities. Bangladeshi culture has its inner strength in tolerance, respect for values and beliefs of others and a general attitude of cordial understanding. All religions are good- their differences lie only in their manifestations and observance. So, in a cultural program or festival of Muslims other people of other religion are always welcomed. Muslims also pay visit to the temples of Hindus and Buddhists. People of Bangladesh celebrate all religious functions in a festive mood and enjoy us.

Our countries people doing fun many cultural and religious festivals. As for festivals the Muslims observe the Eid-days while the Hindus-Pujas, the Buddhists-the Buddha Purnima and the Christians the Christmas. Besides these religious festivals too. 21st February, Pahela Baishakh, Nabanna,Halkhata are a few among them.
But many man many mind. So, our countries people doing fun different ways as like traditional occasions and religious festivals.

For example:-
The Eid Day: “Eid” is the greatest religious festival of the Muslim Ummah. People of all classes share the joys of Eid. We are enjoyed “The Eid” with streams of relatives and friends put on new dress. This days we are eating delicious item of ‘Semoy’ and rich food. This days every rich man put on new gorgeous dress and doing fun Eid –Bakhshis. Eid-Bakhshis mean; Te day weare greeted ‘Salam’ other relatives received ‘Eid-Bakhshis’. But our countries have many rootless people. The Eid Day they are celebrated different ways. They are do not put on new dress, rather Eid they are try on ancient snapped dress, begging ‘Semoy’ or ‘Eid-Bakhshis’. And this day the rootless people doing fun begging’s Eid-Bakhshis.

Pahela Baishakh: ‘The Pahela Baishakh’ is the ‘Bangla Nababorsho’. The day is observed on the first day of Bangla year. In a traditional way, we always celebrate the day with fun and mirth. Different socio-cultural organizations take different steps to celebrate the day. A great function takes place of Romna Batmool. Thousands of people gather there to celebrate and welcome the Bangla New Year. Early in the morning, we wear special dresses to celebrate the day. Panjabi and Shari are very common dress to wewr on that day. People start traditional Bangla folk song, Jaree-Sharee, Bhawaia and Bangla dance etc. the inhabitants of the country take traditional Bangla food like Panta bhath, Hilsha Fish, Green Chilli etc. in this manner we are fun in our country. But one day a rickshaw puller have a question of me;

“Apha, amrato shara bochor-e panta khai, apnara ai ekta din panta khaia amago opoman koira moja koren ken?”


( Madam, whole year we are eating water rice, why you are of all this day’s water rice eating and insult our all poor man?)

A strange dream

Dream is a common phenomenon in human life. Everybody dreams and almost every night. Some of those dreams are such that are easily remembered and can hardly be forgotten while some others go into oblivion. Similarly I have dreamt many a dream. While I have forgotten most of them, a few of them are still fresh in my mind and memory. A few days back I dreamt a strange dream. The dreams have a angel. Or this angel are not other anybody. Yes, I am this dreams angel. May be the angel was 18 years old. One day I travel to see the Egypt or Missourian pyramid. But suddenly I be defeated. At this moment I don’t think how will do now? So I walking to walking an ignorant path. Long time repeated walking to walking after be thirsty of me. At that’s time I saw a big river. Hastily I go by river to drinking water. Suddenly come to river-bed a hippopotamus. I take fright and shout……

At this moment come to a magic carpet, this carpet recover me and kill the hippopotamus. Then the magic carpet in a trice fly away to me. This magic carpets had a invisible young lad. Instantly he appear me. I am strange to see him. He was 11 years old. But his look-up wear to a prince. He with a steadfast look me. And ultimately he said me, are you marry me?

My favorite teacher

My favorite and lovely teacher is my computer teacher. I have some favorite teacher with my school teacher, college teacher and varsity teacher. They are of all my favorite and respectable teacher. But my computer teacher always be friendly object of affection with me. Oh, yes needless to say- Her name is Taslima Akter. She is very nice, intelligent, punctual, responsible, funny, honey etc……………

She is not only my teacher, in brief she is my friend with time of prosperity. Because, she is always beside me with my joy and sorrow. When I nothing decided my life’s any difficult decision, then she suggest me what is wrong or right. When I become disappointed or hopeless in any cause then she make me venturous. Just that’s not all, she always be help my any essential working part. My any good working behind she encourage me. So at last I want to say, She is my part of heart.

The cosmos conciousness

The cosmos afflicting man!
Yes, I tell you
Just you are the cosmos!
If it be mornings golden sun?

The cosmos afflicting nature!
Yes, I see you
You are justly afflicted!
If it be loves state?

The cosmos afflicting world!
Yes, I to do rotate
Just you are the day-blind rotating!
If abundant man’s hoaxing light-and-shade?

How cruel could life be !

A little slip of a girl. Her name is Selina. She wouldn’t be more then 8 years. She hawking to be chocolate. And she hawking to residential area and any inhabited place. She live in nearest Martyrdom from Dhaka. Her family member only tow person with her mother and she. Her mother have not any income source. Because, she is physically sick.

So her mother dependent only Selina’s income. But Selina’s income are not enough to her family and treatment for her mother. So she can hardly support with her family. When Selina lying in the womb or uterus of her mother, then her father dividing them. When I talking to Selina then she look vacantly or blank of me. And when I pick up photo of her, then her eyes be suffused with tears. She must have been quite fair but layers of dirt and grime had turned her skin of fair skin could however be detected in places. With large dark eyes, she could have been a pretty child under proper care.

Left on the streets of Dhaka to fend for nearest, She lived with her mother in a makeshift hut. Whoever her income that not properly meals them. Whenever she loft over some rice from Dhaka Medicals patients or devotees was all that he lived on. How cruel life be!!!

My Grandmother

My grandmother name is Ozifa Begum. She is 80 years old. But she’s look-up still very strong and always very smart. She live in our village. But she is not ever rustic. I love my grandma. She is very lovely. She love me and I love she. Our relation also friendly. She is very strong women because, she procreate 14 child. She always be fun her all grand-children. She like Bangladeshi food, like new and colorful dress. Her hear is brown color. But she not use color-medicine, but use natural Henna paste, she not use lip-stick, but she also chew betel. We are unique with every cultural program celebrate and enjoy. At that time my sweet grandma alone by one’s self cooking and serving. She is always be funny. Always she on the alert her intellect of responsibility or liability. Her of all child’s is special for him. But her all grand-children’s not special for him. She’s only one lovely, sweet grand-child she’s second daughter’s child. And my grandma always busy to her lovely grand-child’s Pinky. She always be seized with over mastering emotion with to Pinky. But I nothing jealous my cousin because, she is ours heart. Now my grandma widow, but she is not to discourage or be discouraged. She always very punctual and virtuous. She is a great mom and glories grandma.