Ya Nabi Salamu Alaika Ya Rasul Salamu Alaika Ya Habib Salamu Alaika Salawatullah Alaika

You are the picture of the meditation of the Prophet of Light, if you do not come, everything in this world will be drowned in darkness

Ya Nabi Salamu Alaika Ya Rasul Salamu Alaika Ya Habib Salamu Alaika Salawatullah Alaika

When the moon Suruj comes in the sky, if the heart does not smile in the light, O new prophet, in the sky of man's mind

Ya Nabi Salamu Alaika Ya Habib Salamu Alaika Ya Rasul Salamu Alaika

Hello friends, today I have come to visit the farm. Farmers are suffering in this cold. The big ministers and officials of our country can eat only because the farmers are suffering so much. Otherwise, if the farmers say that we will give up work, give up suffering, then big officials, big ministers and ministers will die without eating.

Yet, even after this hardship, the farmers do not get their fair price, they are not allowed to get their rightful due. It is due to the manipulations of various political leaders and even big businessmen that the farmers are deprived of this fair price. They cannot sell the fruits of their labor at a fair price.

So let us learn to value the farmer, to value the farmer. We learn to value the farmer who provides us food, the farmer whose hard work provides most of our country's food. If we do not pay the price, if these farmers say one day that we will not do farming anymore, then leaving these farmers, the economic problems of our country, the economic situation, the lack of food will end in a moment.

So let us all know the value of the farmer, let us understand the right of the farmer by giving the price to the farmer, let us respect the farmer for his hard work. Thanks everyone.

The Unknown Love

Mohammed Tahir Hussain.

I've sailed the ocean for love,

There is no heart of love,

How much time has passed in waiting, in wishing, in hoping,

My heart still doesn't stop.

After reading this poem, we realized how much time, how much desire, how much dream we take to get our love. But sometimes we don't find love. Our hearts do not match, the heart of desire does not meet us.

How many hours we wait, how many hours we wait, how many twilights we wait - still many times we do not get the union of those hearts. We wait with our hearts unwavering. However, the wait for many twilight hours does not end, nor does the last hour. Lots of love, lots of love, but we're still waiting.

Early morning bus stop - Ishtiaq Ahmed

Reciter: * * *

Name of the song: Next door

The house next door

My mom wasn't home today, she wasn't cooking.

Azaan

Kaikobad

Has anyone heard the sound of my voice? What a sweet, sweet, sweet sound it was!

I'm madly in love, I'm fascinated by what an attraction, what a day, what a day, at the foot of the mosque;

At the edge of the heart is the fountain of life, what a wave rises in the storm of devotion; how much sweetness there is in that sweet azaan.

It echoes in the song of the river and the birds, the tune comes to the ears in the hum of the wanderer; what a passionately captivated Nikhil Dharani.

When I hear the sound of water in the sea, I hear the sound of azaan. Ah, the sweet sound of the voice, in the distant silence of the moon;

How sweet it is to hear the sound of it in the soul. The world is silent, there is no sound anywhere.

The muezzin stands up in a loud voice after the minarets, spreads the fragrance in the azaan of Usha; awakens the fascinated human child.

How sweet the sound of the azaan, how sweet the melody in my heart, how sweet the soul danced.

The Adhan calls us to prayer and to get closer to Allah. The sound of the muezzin's voice actually creates a different feeling in the mind.

Hello Guys, Today I came to the bank of the Meghna River. There is a beautiful college on the bank of the Meghna river, which is in a beautiful environment surrounded by the river bank. So, Himchar Government College, the ambience of which is very beautiful. At the same time, I like the fact that the college is located right on the banks of the river so that students can study and learn different activities in such a beautiful environment. This is our Meghna river bank. I really enjoy visiting this place. Hope you like it too. It was such a beautiful sight that it made me feel different. Hope you'll like it. These are very happy moments. I had a wonderful time here. This scene is on the river bank. Enjoyed a walk along the Meghna River, a beautiful place to spend the afternoon that you will not understand if you do not go.

Today I have a new story for you. The story is a flying plane. Written by Mejo Ahmed Khan.

Flying squirrels

There was a time when all of us used to run with this fudging in our childhood to catch the fudging and we used to run after the fudging till we catch the fudging. Looking at this story, we were reminded of our childhood memories of playing with sticks.

In fact, there are many things that we forget later in the course of time, when different things come in front of our eyes in different jobs and jobs, then we are reminded of those childhood words. That's the truth, that's the truth. Then we all need to remember the memories of the past that we have left behind. I hope you like the story and remember the memories.

The children of the road

Reading this poem reminds me of my childhood. We all see different cases at different times, many of us spoil different foods by irregularity or inexperience. If we all stop wasting food by thinking about the children on the street, our food waste will be saved and the starving children of the country will be able to eat.

If we all become aware that we will buy and eat as much as we need and avoid wasting and wasting. We will avoid wastage. Then we can progress our country, our country will progress. Thousands of our starving children who are pedestrians, who are starving, will be able to eat. The starving people of our country will be able to relax a little.

suddenly seen.

Rabindranath Tagore suddenly met in the train compartment, never thought it would be possible. I have seen her many times before, in a red saree - as red as a pomegranate - and today she is wearing a black silk dress, with her armpits raised around her head. It seemed that the black had covered a deep distance around itself, the distance to the last frontier of the mustard field in the blue of the Sal forest.

I was in the other room with his friends. Clap your fingers at a time to get closer. I don't think he's brave enough to sit on a bench. Hiding in the sound of the car, he said softly - "Don't mind, I'll tell you what time it is. I'll have to get off at the next station; you'll be far away, never to be seen again. So I'm going to answer the question you've been asking me for a long time. Will you tell the truth? " I said, "Yes. "

He looked up at the sky and asked, "What happened? Is there anything left? "

I remained silent for a moment, and then said, "All the stars of the night are in the depths of the light of day." "

I was like, I don't know what to say! He said, "Now go. " I got off at the next station and walked alone.