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There are many persons in our society who are honored cordially for their wealth and power. But doesn’t our society know who they are? Perhaps they know. These so-called “honorable” persons wear the mask of honesty, kindness. They are indulged in theft, dishonest deeds which are a far cry from their real appearance in the outlook of the society. I am talking about humanity. There are many children in our country who cry of hunger, but our society doesn’t hear their cries. A few days ago two little poor sisters stole a piece of bread to fulfill their ravenous hunger. But our “Kind” people punished them ho

1971, a hell in Bangladesh. Lots of people gave up the ghost on the eve of sardonic genocide. The nefarious greyhounds started to show a macabre lust for blood. Many people fled outside of the loving motherland in quest of a safe shelter. The heroes quashed a rebellion against all the tyrannies of the innocents to protect the mother land. By their valor, their blood. The liberation war was begun. I'm going to tell a story about a family of five members who lived in a village. There were two brothers and sisters who studied at the schools and college in the tone. The house holder did his walk of life as a government clerk. The elder brother

Greathearted The Inception Jonathan woke up early in the morning. As he saw Jon sleeping on the bed, he was browned off and said, ‘Oh buddy why’ve you been so sluggish? Wake up, friend.’ Jon replied in sleepy eyes, ‘are you nuts? Do you know what time is it? It’s 5:00 AM and now you are telling me to wake up?’ ‘Oh! You always goof off; you haven’t been changed. You needn’t go with me. We all should rise up early in the morning, because it has a great blessing in disguise. Goodbye.’ Jon again started his dog-sleep and Jonathan didn’t want to whimper with him. Jonat