Jan 01, 2003

 07.15  January 01,2003
When the very sick girl Arju was taking a rout to India for her treatment I was present there. I saw the innocent face, which was destroying before destroying her innocence.
I saw the another innocence face after many many days, once which was loved by me. I saw true water, actless water on her red eyes.
I used past form (which was loved by me) because, every time when i saw her, I could not keep myself normal,  my heart beat started to running fast, ache arose, emotion came out with poem etc. But today no emotion, no ache, no heart-beat. Oh how mysterious I m!






হে আল্লাহ আপনি আমাকে এমন একটা ঘর দেন যেখানে আমি আপনাকে নিরিবিলিতে ডাকতে পারবো।
হে আল্লাহ আপনি আমাকে এমন একটা ঘর দিয়েন না যেখানে নিরিবিলিতে আমার নাফসকে পরিতৃপ্ত করতে পারবো।