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"Respect"

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"Respect"

My new peom "Respect" is out on Patreon!

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THIS POEM MADE ME CRY, SO GOOD

Love Gets Love

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A father saw his 11-year-old son crying profusely. The father patted his head and asked him-

"What's the matter, son?"

The boy replied-

"My rich classmates make fun of me. They call me the gardener's son. They say that my father lives off the money he earns by watering plants and growing flowers for people."

The father paused for a moment, then said-

"Come with me, father, let's plant some flowers. Maybe this will relieve your sadness. It will make you happy."

He took the boy's hand and led him into the garden, then took out two flower seedlings and said-

"Come, let's do an experiment. We will plant two flower seedlings separately. I will take care of one, and you take care of the other. I will water them a little with clean water from the lake but you water the seedlings with dirty water from the pond. We will see the results in the coming weeks"

The boy was also happy to join his father in planting flower seedlings. They took care of them and watched them grow. But the boy worked very sincerely.

Later, the father brought his son to the garden and said.

"Look at the two flowers and tell me your observations."

The boy responded.

"My flowers look better and healthier than yours. Even though you use clean water, your flower seedlings have not grown as much or the flowers are not beautiful. How is this possible?"

Dad smiled, then said-

"The reason is that dirty water does not stop the growth of a tree, but rather it acts as organic fertilizer to help it grow. Look dad, there are some people who bring you down in life, make fun of your dreams, and throw dirt on you.

Always remember that being born in a poor family is not a crime. Rather, if you get the resources and facilities, even a successful boy or girl can come from a poor family.

So, do not pay any attention to the harsh, cruel words of people at all, but do your own work at your own pace. And if you do that, thousands of negative words and harsh, cruel words like dirt will not be able to stop your growth, but you will become big and strong like a tree.

If you give time time, time itself will give you the opportunity to do something extraordinary. No force in the world can stop the movement of time. Time never knows how to stop, it always moves at its own pace. Time never gets tired, so it does not need to rest. That is why deep-thinking, research-oriented, punctual people are the only ones in the world It is memorable.

There will surely come a day when you wake up and don’t want to move. When the weight on your chest is felt even stronger than the dawn alarm.

When your heart feels empty, when your prayers feel heavy,

When you scroll for hours but don’t feel like opening the pages of the Quran—

On those days, I have to remember Gaza.

I have no right to say “I am too tired,”

When a mother in Gaza has not been able to sleep, rest, or spend a night without the sound of drones or bombs.

Yet she raises her hand and whispers, “O Allah, do not let my faith be broken.”

I have no excuse to say “I am too busy,”

When a child memorizes the Quran by candlelight, in a tent,

With lungs full of dust, but with the light of hope in her voice.

When I want to leave the prayer in laziness, I will remember the boy

who was praying Maghrib while the house was burning behind him.

When I delay the prayer, I will remember the girl

who was lying in the rubble, whispering “La ilaha illallah” while covered in blood.

When I say “I don’t feel like it,” I will remember the mother

who recited verses from the Quran over her child’s body

and bid him farewell with the words of Allah in Paradise.

How can I stand before Allah with all my blessings—

security, health, family, a full stomach—

and yet I delay, scroll, and get annoyed by the mention of worship?

What will I answer on the Day of Judgment?

When He shows me Gaza—and then myself?

When it is asked:

“They were losing everything… yet they did not forget me. They were patient, steadfast.

And you? You had everything. Yet… you forgot me?”

O Allah… don’t let me forget.

May their sacrifice change something in me.

May their tears purify my tears.

May their suffering awaken me.

May their steadfast piety, their impossible patience

Be the mirror of my soul.

On the day I don’t want to do anything,

On the day I feel like giving up and lying down—

On that day, remind me of Gaza.

Remind me that faith is not just a “feeling.”

It is a choice.

Standing up even when it is difficult is called faith.

Praying even when it is difficult is called faith.

Opening the Quran even when you don’t want to is called faith.

Saying “Alhamdulillah” even when life is heavy is called faith.

Gaza is teaching me what it means to be a true believer.

What it means to be a strong Muslim.

Even when walking through fire, it means to uphold your religion, faith, and principles with your life.

So I will keep the spirit of Gaza within me.

In the silence of my house, in the rush of the busy day,

in my laziness, in my excuses, in my suffering—

I will remember those who chose Paradise despite losing everything.

And I will say to my soul,

“When there are examples of such soldiers in this world,

then you have no excuse.

So get up, wake up. You have no excuse.

No excuse.”

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The saddest person in the world is the one who keeps hurting her even before she comes to the earth. Even after birth, she is busy raising her child. No one can ever repay her mother's debt.

A mother is the one who works hard and sacrifices her own happiness just by looking at her child's face. Year after year, she raises her child in her own way.

She gives her child her favorite food without eating it herself. A mother's love will be defeated by all the compassion in the world. She mixes her dreams with the earth to keep her child alive. We grow up sucking the blood and flesh of our mother. But then??

A mother looks at her child and sees that this boy is only human.

How many dreams she had about the boy. One day, this boy will decorate her world anew.

The moon in the distant sky rises for everyone. In some people's sky, the full moon is hidden behind clouds. And in some people's sky, the world smiles in the light of the sun.

Every boy is born in his mother's lap like the moon. But not all mothers who give birth to sons get care for their children. The child hides the light of the sun behind the clouds. And the new moon night descends on the mother's world.

Yet one day this mother showed him the world. She is a mother. She does not curse the one she gives birth to. We change, but the mother does not change. And some sons become the moon in the open sky and illuminate the mother's world. The mother then dreams of living. Every mother wants her children to be on the right path. She gives up her own dreams and raises her children not to make them criminals of the society. We forget the mother's teachings.

Whoever does not have a mother in the world understands how cruel her world is. She feels what life is like. All the mothers in the world should be happy, whether above the sky or below the sky. Wherever they are, they should be happy.

An old woman had two big pots, with which she used to fetch water from the river.

One of the pots had a small hole, but the other pot was perfect. While fetching water from the river, one pot would be completely filled with water, while the other would be half empty.

For two whole years, the lady used to enter the house with one and a half pots of water. The perfect pot was proud of its perfection, but the poor pot with holes was ashamed of its imperfection and deeply regretted that it could never carry the full amount of water.

One day the pot with holes said to the old woman very sadly, "I am really ashamed of my incompetence. I have never been able to do what I should have done. That hole inside me does not allow me to do my work."

The old woman smiled and said, "Well, have you noticed how many rows of flower trees are on the side of the road where you are brought! I know your flaws, so I scattered some flower seeds on the side of the road where you are brought. From those seeds, plants have grown. Those flowers by the side of the road, without our knowing it, every day when we return, you water them! And I pick flowers from there and sell them, which helps me to earn a living. If you were flawless, those flowers would not bloom, and I might have to go without food too!

Whatever you do in life, never do anything for anyone without giving your all. Don't forget. Don't try to fix anyone. Don't put your hopes on anyone. Don't help anyone with your all. Don't risk your life for anyone. Believe me! People can't put a price on these things. No one will understand you. They will never admit what you are doing for them. On the contrary, they will constantly prove that they don't need you. What you are doing is actually their right. You will do everything for everyone. But, at the end of the day, your position will be in the garbage. No one will even look back at you.,

"Be straightforward and cheat, but don't be selfish."

Many times in life it will happen like this—you will be insulted even though you are good, you will endure betrayal even though you trust. You will think, "Why do I always cheat?" But remember one thing—if a person's simplicity is foolishness in someone's eyes, then the problem is in that eye.

You may cheat not once, but repeatedly. But your simplicity, love, compassion—these qualities make you human. If you are selfish, you may not be afraid of cheating, but then you will lose the person inside you.

There are many cheaters in this world, but simple people like love are very rare. So… be simple, but don't be blind. Learn from being cheated, but still don't be selfish and cause anyone pain.

Shampa..... ✍️

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The sun is overhead, daylight is spreading outside. The city noise is less in this direction, but the occasional sound of cars can be heard. Ratul crossed the dusty road and stood in front of his warehouse. Two men were guarding the gate, and they stood aside when they saw Ratul.

As soon as he entered, a strange smell hit his nose—a mixed smell of blood, sweat, and damp air. The light was low, but sunlight filtered through the window and illuminated part of the floor.

In front of him was the man who had gone to beat Chaiti. He was sitting on a wooden chair with his hands and feet tied. His head was bowed, his hair was messy, and there were bruises all over his body.

Ratul walked forward slowly. He pulled a chair that had been placed aside and sat down. He said coldly, "How are you?"

The man didn't look up, perhaps he was afraid to speak.

Ratul narrowed his eyes, then said, "You don't have much time, do you understand?"

The man didn't say anything, just kept his head down. It was hard to tell if his body was shaking or not.

Ratul was silent for a moment, then said coldly, "Are you scared? Okay, you should be scared. But if you're scared, the job will be over. My patience is limited."

He stood up and started walking to one side. The air inside the warehouse was heavy, as if the surrounding walls were also feeling the tension.

"Who is your instructor?"

The man raised his face tremblingly now. His lips were dry, his eyes a helpless look.

"I... I don't know anything..."

Ratul smiled crookedly. "Wrong answer."

He pulled up a chair and sat down again. There was no emotion in his eyes, he was just looking at the man with deep attention. Then he said in a low voice, "Why did you attack Chaiti? What was your purpose?"

The man tried to open his mouth, but swallowed the words as he tried to speak.

Ratul now started tapping his fingers on the chair's handle. "I can get you out of here if I want. But first I have to tell you the truth."

The man looked around once and started thinking about something. Maybe he was looking for a way to escape.

Ratul now said in a slow voice, "There are two ways open to you. One, tell the truth and I will think about you. Two, keep quiet, and I will take action myself."

The man now cleared his throat and said, "Let me... leave me... I... I am telling you..."

Ratul became completely still. His eyes became sharp.

"Tell me."

The man looked at Ratul with terrified eyes and whispered,

"You told me not to scare you, to kill you!"

Ratul's jaw tightened. A kind of restlessness burned deep in his eyes. He slowly walked up to the man and stood in front of him.

"Who told you?"

The man's throat was dry but he spoke the truth out of fear, "Delwar Khandaker!"

Ratul's face did not show the slightest surprise. As if he knew something like this would happen. He said coldly,

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm not lying!" The man started trembling with fear, "He gave me money to finish Chaiti off! I was just looking for an opportunity..."

Ratul now pulled a light, mocking smile on his face and said,

"Then you have no chance of survival either."

The man's eyes widened, he shook his head in panic, "No, no, please! Leave me alone! I will never..."

Ratul looked at the people standing behind. He remained still for a moment, then shook his head silently,

Ratul broke the silence of the warehouse and came out in a flash. Thousands of thoughts in his head, a fixed goal in his eyes. He walked towards the car in one word. Crossing the dark road, the daylight was also getting blurry, Ratul quickly drove the car and set off towards Chaiti.

Chaiti was lying on the bed, feverish. His eyes were dark with intense physical pain, and the wound on his hand was severe. Blood stains were spreading over his body one by one. His breathing was very heavy, as if every moment was tiring him more and more. However, there was a strange silence in his eyes, as if at this moment the pain in his body had become silent, only waiting for Ratul to come.

Ratul slowly pulled a chair and sat next to Chaiti, looked deeply into her eyes and said, “Chaiti, has your fever decreased?”

Chaiti’s eyes sparkled a little, then she looked at Ratul. Their eyes met, and time stopped for a moment. Chaiti was silent for a moment, then said with a light smile, “I’m fine.”

Nothing could be heard in the silent room except the sound of their breathing. Only time seemed to pass by one by one, filled with an extra sense of peace.

Breaking the silence, Ratul said in a slow voice, “Chaiti, I love you from my heart. You are such a love of mine that I can feel even without touching you. But alas, you did not understand my love.”

Chaiti remained silent for a while, there was something deep in her eyes, then replied in a slow voice, “Before I touched you, hundreds of women touched you. Even if I wanted to accept it, I could not.”

Ratul did not find any pain in her answer, only an extremely accustomed smile appeared on his face. Then, pausing for a moment, he said in an emotional voice, “Everyone wants to touch you, but I either cannot touch you or not. You are a fragment of the moon in the sky of my mind. And the light of that moon illuminates my mind surrounded by a dark hole.”

Chaiti looked at him in a bit of surprise. There was some disbelief in his eyes, some extreme reality, some anger, but there was a strange peace in it, as if Ratul's words had touched his mind without him knowing.

Ratul stared at her for a moment, then slowly turned back. There was no sign of pain in his eyes at that time, but rather a kind of stillness, which created a strange feeling for Chaiti.

At such a moment, the conflicting love between them began to be felt. On one side was Chaiti's fragile mind, which could never grasp any emotion, and on the other side was Ratul's deep love, which, even though it could not touch her, wanted to shed a silent light in the darkness of her mind.

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One day your busyness will also go to leisure. Hundreds of neglects will also be transformed into love and affection. This is the day after day you leave waiting, in neglect - one day your time will definitely pass in leisure.

People spend their precious time behind the one they love. What is left in neglect, carelessness, has no pity for people. One day you will also get time. Only for me you have not had any time.

How many excuses, how many pretexts you avoid me. It is not that I do not understand. I can understand, I have become unbearable! Doesn't it hurt if a person does not talk to the one they cannot live without for a moment? Doesn't it make you suffocate? Doesn't it make you feel sad?

But look, you are perfectly normal without talking day after day. Yet I am twisting inside! People may not always be able to see eye to eye, but can they stay without talking?

I feel very sad, I feel sorry for myself!

Where is the good in love? You have given so many definitions of love. Even if you take everything for yourself, you only keep me in the opposite.

One day your busyness will also end. The love that has run out due to your disinterest, that love will never be refreshed! If you say “I love you” by destroying the feelings, then what will I do with that love? When you love, there is communication, we talk regularly, meet, and are proud. But look, nothing happens to us these days!

I came on your path. I wanted to walk together, foot by foot. To be your shadow in storms, strong currents, and intense sun. Where will you keep me by your side?

With all the sorrows of life, I have also asked for your share of sorrow. It is possible to live alone, but how can I walk alone on the path? I thought of you as a companion on the path. But look, how lonely a traveler I am on your path!

When I take one step forward on this path, you take another step back. Your path, yet you do not walk on this path. Seeing me, you have narrowed this path.

I also wanted to live.

But in love, people wish for their own death! I live for you, I have come for you. But you are not for me, on my path.

You have loved for love.

I have loved, according to the rules. Love does not happen in irregularities. You have never come forward on this path with me, for me. I have waited, how disappointed I was by the terrible neglect, I have tasted love by sitting in uncertain waiting! But even when you were near me, you did not touch me.

I came on your path.

You did not accept. I thought that loving you would at least allow me to live for a few days. But you yourself made it clear that no one could live well by loving – no one was good by loving!

Pride is a strange thing!

Some understand the language of pride, while others avoid it or cannot understand it at all.

How many people have the desire to find the cause of pride and break that pride? How many people leave it unattended by imprisoning pride with their ego.

You need to have both the ability and the desire to break pride. Pride in a relationship comes exactly when love and time are reduced. As pride accumulates, after a while it turns into accusations.

Pride increases in illusion, love increases, and tension increases. However, if pride is not broken, the distance only increases! As the distance increases, the two become so separated that when they go so far away, they no longer have any feelings for anyone in their hearts!

Times change, and the form of pride also changes. A person who keeps pride in his heart, suffers silently!

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“Money is not everything” — as easy as it is to say, it is as difficult to accept in reality. In this society, the existence of a person without money is not recognized…!

The voice of a person who does not have money is not heard, his sorrows and pains are not felt. When a person becomes worthless, not only his needs are unfulfilled—at the same time, society throws sharp words of neglect, contempt and humiliation at him.

Without money—

You will not be able to buy a single drop of medicine,

You will not be able to put a single smile on your child’s face,

You will not be able to get your parents treated in their last years.

The truth is cruel—many parents leave this world without treatment just because they are poor. Many children break down and stop, unable to reach their dreams, simply due to lack of money.

Without money—

No matter how well you behave, no one will value you. No matter how much you want to maintain the relationship, at some point the relationship will also leave you.

This society only considers you as its own when you have something in your hands. And if you don't? Then you are just a 'burden' in their eyes.

Without money—

Or love cannot be bought, but it takes money to keep the person you love by your side. Without money, everyone moves away with time…

Because this society only dreams,

No one takes responsibility for fulfilling their dreams.

If someone thinks that some people only chase money—then they don't understand that those who chase money know how deep the pain of poverty is, they know how much pain one has to endure to put a smile on the face of a child, they know how much one has to fight to maintain one's existence at every moment of life.

Is money everything? No, maybe not.

But money is the foundation on which life, responsibilities, relationships, dreams and self-respect stand. Those who say that money cannot buy happiness should understand—even if happiness cannot be bought, the path to living happily is paved with money.

And the most important thing is that money is also needed to get two meals a day.

So don't think of life as small. Don't hate money—develop the mentality of earning honestly. Along with intelligence, behavior, and love, money is also needed—

Because life doesn't just run on emotions, it runs on the ability to fulfill needs. And that ability is called "money".

Touching doesn't get you...

Everything can be touched, but does everything become yours?

You dream about many things, but how many dreams are fulfilled?

Getting doesn't just mean getting.

Getting means—keeping it close,

taking care of it, valuing every moment,

and most importantly—not letting it go.

If everything were so easy to get,

then what would be the point of suffering, love, waiting?

Love, bond, relationship—all are worthwhile only when,

even after getting it, we don't let it go.

❝If people could do everything for their own good, they would forget their sorrows first.❞

Isn't it strange? We chase happiness, we want our own good, yet we carry sorrows with us constantly. Maybe even though everything is in our hands, some feelings are beyond our control. Because people are bound not only by reason, but also by feelings.

Forgetting sorrows seems as easy as it seems, in reality it is as deep. But still, let's move forward—because the beauty of life is not only in happiness, but also in the lessons hidden in sorrows.

Shampa..... ✍️

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Dahakula is a small village about twenty-five kilometers from Krishnanagar. All around are fields, small houses and flower gardens. Every morning, the sweet sun falls on the soil. Here, the word 'job' seems like a luxury. Most people make a living by cultivating flowers. And those who have learned a little or a little, have moved to distant cities.

Standing silently at one end of the village is the Chowdhury house—the house smells of the old days. The faded walls, the gray wooden doors—everything seems to be a witness to a lost time. Chowdhury Ginni and her husband Harprasad live in that house. And their only hope and hope is their only son, Debabrata—whose story of talent is on everyone's lips in the village.

They had many dreams for their son. Debabrata came to the last stage of his studies and one day said,

—"Staying here won't do anything, mother, if you want to do something big in life, you have to go out."

Ginni's chest felt as if it was bursting that day. Still, thinking about his son's future, he agreed with tears in his eyes.

Debabrata traveled to faraway Bangalore. Fate was with him. In a short time, he got a big job—with good pay. Standing on the ground of the village, he could not even imagine.

At first, Debabrata would call every day.

— "Mom, how are you?"

— "How is your father?"

— "I'm fine... Have you eaten properly? Are you okay?"

The tears that were gathering inside the mother would be suppressed in front of her son's dreams. At that time, her only companion was Haraprasad.

Years passed. Debabrata married a colleague from the office. He came to the village with his wife once. That time, a light seemed to spread on Ginni's face. A lamp lit up in the dark room.

But happiness did not last long. That time, Haraprasad suddenly fell ill. Before reaching the city hospital, he passed away on the road.

Everything seemed to collapse in an instant. Debabrata, overcome with grief, said,

— "Mom, you come with me to Bangalore."

Ginni shook her head and said,

— "No, Dad… I can't leave this place. Your father's memory, this yard, this wall… Where will I leave all this?"

Despite much persuasion, the mother did not budge. Finally, the son said,

— "Okay, Mom, I'm going to tell my aunt next door. She will see you. I will call her every day, I will send everything I need."

Then the story of a lonely life began.

In the morning, that girl cooked. Then there was only silence all day. In the afternoon, Ginni went up to the roof and sat. She saw a flock of pigeons sitting on the corner of the roof.

Spreading a handful of rice, she said,

— "Come, Dad, come."

The pigeons come every day. Ginni also says every day,

"Today, Dadabhai called, you know? He said, it's very busy..."

The pigeons also listened, nodding their heads.

Days passed… For a while, the boy didn’t call. Ginni thought,

—Maybe he’s busy… Maybe he’ll come back next month…”

The pigeons chirped. Ginni felt as if they were saying,

Grandma, didn’t Dadabhai call, did he?”

Tears welled up in her eyes. Ginni said,

You’re right, Dad… he’s very busy. You know, I can’t call myself. I’m old, I don’t remember the number and… I just wait for the call to come….

We are oldma…”

Then Ginni didn’t wait for the call anymore. She named the pigeons—Papiya, Rupa, Ranga, Mithu, Mishti, Chuti.

She talked to them every day—

“Ranga, I see you’re playing less today…”

“Mishti, you’re getting fatter day by day!”

Chuti, why did you come so late?”

One day, suddenly, her son called—

Mom… We left Bangalore and moved to London. Better opportunities… Big office… That's why I couldn't call you for so long."

Ginni was silent for a while. Then she said,

You did well, father… My and your father's blessings are always with you, your progress is our satisfaction. Be well… Do you know how many companions I have here?"

Companions? Who are they, mother?"

My Papiya, Rupa, Ranga, Mithu, Mishti, Chuti… The pigeons on the roof. They are my companions now."

From the other side, the boy laughed,

Mom, not you either… As you get older, your mind becomes dull… Do you talk to pigeons?"

The old woman was silent for a while…

What, mother, aren't you saying anything?"

Maybe that's why dad… or why should I look for you among these pigeons?"

Maybe the boy doesn't understand… how much emptiness is behind these words.

He smiles and says,

"Okay mom, Rakhi… we'll talk later."

The phone hangs up. Ginni stares at the phone for a long time. Then he says slowly,

"Yes dad… we'll talk again…"

The old woman comes up to the roof. She looks at the sky. The pigeons are still sitting on the corner of the roof. Ginni smiles and says,

"Today I have a lot of stories to tell you… You know, Dadabhai called, but where did your mind go today…!"

The pigeons sit quietly. Maybe they understand too…

This old woman is not waiting for anyone anymore… she is just counting down the time… to tell a story for the last time.

The sound of the pigeons' wings fluttering around the old woman on the empty roof. The surroundings are silent. Ginni thinks, is there anything else left in life? For whom is this so much! What will happen to this alone From!

Suddenly… that familiar chatter—

as if the pigeons were saying,

"Don't be afraid, old lady… We are here… until the last day… Don't be afraid…”

Shampa.... ✍️

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There is no end to the thoughts of people in this world about you. Some will despise you, some will hate you, and some will consider your existence as their whole. But the truth is—you will remain what you are.

If you name a horse a donkey, the nature of the donkey will not change. Similarly, no matter how you are in the eyes of others, your true value or nature will not change. Some people will not try to understand you, because they do not have that ability. A potato merchant never understands the quality of gold—so your true nature will never fade in their words.

Many will tell you—

"You are too soft," when you forgive someone.

"You are strict," when you set your own boundaries.

"You are arrogant," when you understand your own value.

"You are stupid," when you love.

"You are clever," when you keep your distance.

Actually, none of this is entirely true. You are to them what they deserve from you. Those who are good will see your good side, and those who are negative will only look for your faults. But at the end of the day, you will remain who you are.

A little good, a little bad—no one is perfect. If you try to meet everyone's expectations, you will see that everyone is happy, but you are slowly getting lost.

So live your own life! Give priority to your happiness, dreams, and love. Do not judge yourself by the judgment of others, but give importance to your soul. You only have one life—so have the courage to live it your own way!

Some hard truths of life:

1. Walk away when you become worthless – When you lose your importance to your loved ones, walk away on your own. Even if it is a temporary hardship, it is necessary for respect.

2. Pay attention, not advice, to depressed people – If someone is suffering from depression, listen attentively rather than giving them knowledge or advice. At this time, people want to tell their hearts to someone, not to listen to advice.

3. Do not intentionally hurt others – the person you are wronging may remain silent, but their silence will one day settle accounts with you.

4. Do not sacrifice your own feelings for a good deed – there is no point in trying to be good to someone who cannot accept you as you are. Rather, it is better to be alone.

5. Do not regret what has been lost – do not waste time regretting what has already been lost.

6. Do not look down on anyone – do not neglect someone even if they are younger in terms of age, education, position or title. This will make you look down on yourself.

7. Give up arrogance – do not be overconfident or arrogant about your position. When times change, even the turbulent sea dries up and becomes a desert.

8. Avoid critics – improve yourself by not fighting with critics. They will naturally become silent.

9. Arguing with a fool is pointless – There is no point in arguing with a donkey or trying to teach it anything. Because, even if you put scriptures on a donkey’s back, a donkey remains a donkey.

10. Do not sacrifice yourself for the wrong person – Sacrificing or compromising for the wrong person will not give you any happiness or success.

11. Betrayal teaches you to be careful – Some people are waiting to drown you, but you were the one who taught them how to swim.

12. People praise lions, but prefer donkeys – Although everyone praises strong and capable people, opportunists are mostly comfortable with fools.

13. A jealous person brings about his own destruction – Once he gets into the habit of harming others, he does not stop until he is destroyed.

14. Life is not about GPA 5 or good job – A high degree or a good job is not the only success in life. Many people get good jobs with low qualifications, and many talented people just struggle to make ends meet.

15. Make your child an asset – Instead of accumulating a lot of assets for your child, make him/her qualified. An ideal child is the best asset in your life.

16. People don’t remember your kindness – How long people will remember your kindness depends on how long you are able to do something for them.

17. Not everyone will like you – Some people will dislike you for no reason. No matter how good you are, some people don’t need to be touched.

Shampa....... ✍️

[freeopy]

When is it necessary to get out of a relationship?

Life is a series of relationships—sometimes of love, sometimes of love, sometimes of social responsibility. Family, friends, love, partners—these all combine to form the story of our lives. But is every story a happy one? Do all relationships allow us to live to the fullest?

Many times, a relationship is no longer a relationship, it becomes a kind of mental captivity. Still, we cling to it—thinking, maybe one day everything will be okay, the partner will change, love will return, the old days will return. But does it really come? Everyday neglect, silent insults, the person who pretends to understand—all of this together makes us no longer recognize ourselves.

The person who was once the apple of our eye, now has only contempt in his eyes. The relationship that was once a refuge, today is the biggest storm. Broken trust, empty eyes, and silent tears—these are not called love. Love gives peace, gives courage. If that love has become the name of fear and restlessness today, how long will you hurt the little child inside you?

There comes a time when you understand that this relationship is no longer yours. Where you speak but are not heard, where you suffer but are not felt, where you love but are not responded to—staying in that place means slowly killing your soul.

You should always try to save the relationship—but no story is ever complete with a one-sided effort. If every time you explain, you apologize, you fight to be good—then it is no longer a relationship, but a one-sided battle of helplessness.

One thing is very true—as much as love gives strength, a bad relationship breaks it down just as much. So think about it, are you in the relationship that keeps you good? Or is it just eroding day after day, silently crying?

Remember, moving away from the relationship does not mean you are a failure. Rather, it proves that you love yourself and value your peace. Coming out of a relationship that has been arranged with pain means waiting for a new sun for yourself.

Even if you give up everything, don't lose yourself. Life is very fleeting. There is no point in holding on to something that breaks you every day. If the relationship is not love, but just a burden—then releasing it is the greatest love—for yourself.

Because you deserve to be well. You have the right to be happy.

And life?

It is waiting… for new light, new stories, new peace.

How to make married life beautiful?

To keep married life happy and beautiful, both of you have to walk together. Relationships are built on the basis of respect, love and understanding for each other. To increase the depth of the relationship, some important things need to be kept in mind.

First of all, never get angry together. If one of you gets angry, the other should stay calm. This will not create unnecessary tension in the relationship and it will be possible to easily control the situation.

Spending time together is very important. Make time for each other even in the midst of busyness. Watch movies together, cook, go shopping, and make a habit of eating together at least once a day. This will strengthen your mutual understanding.

To maintain a relationship, you must have the mentality of apologizing. Not apologizing because of ego is harmful to the relationship. If you make a mistake, feel free to apologize and make it come from your heart.

Do not repeatedly blame each other for past mistakes. Not repeating the same mistakes and forgetting the past and making the present beautiful will make the future happy.

Never talk down to your partner, especially in front of others. You should not belittle anyone even in jest. Instead, learn to appreciate each other. This will increase positive feelings towards the relationship.

Married life is actually a teamwork. Husband and wife have to support each other's dreams, work, and successes. Remember, each other's success means their own success.

Quarrels and arguments are normal in married life. But it should be accepted naturally, unnecessary drama should not be done. Even if the day starts with a fight, at the end of the day, you have to forget everything and strengthen your relationship through love.

Avoid the habit of blaming each other. Instead, learn to admit your mistakes first. This will deepen your relationship.

The most important thing in married life is the desire to walk a long path together. If your mind wanders, nothing will work. Therefore, maintaining mutual trust is very important.

There should be no secrets in married life. The habit of hiding things creates distrust in the relationship. When husband and wife are transparent to each other like an open book, the foundation of the relationship becomes stronger.

It is possible to make married life happy and beautiful only through determination to walk together, understanding, respect, love and mutual support.

Shampa...... ✍️

[freeopy]

You are so intertwined with me,

that I feel your existence as soon as I breathe.

When the wind hits my eyes,

your hand touches my body.

When the sun rises, I remember you,

and when the rain falls, I feel you sitting next to me.

Your name sounds in the rhythm of my walk,

only your smell floats in my breath.

When someone asks, I don't say anything,

just smile—because you are involved in everything inside me.

Even if you don't touch me, let nothing touch me except you,

this love is explained only by the mind, not the face.

If you love me, no matter how much the world hates me,

only your love is enough in my eyes.

No matter how much darkness surrounds me,

a little smile of yours—is as extraordinary as light.

They don't know what you are like!

They only see the outside, they don't understand the tears in my heart.

A message from you,

the sweetest comfort for my pains.

With your love,

I laugh away all the hatred in this world.

I don't understand those who say "leave", "forget"—

I live for you.

When you love,

I proudly say—I have the most precious wealth in the world.

Whether it's the negligence of millions of people,

with just a little bit of your feeling, my life is adorned with flawless gold.

Everyone knows how to love,

two days of stories, three days of imagination, then emptiness...

but to build a house in the heart of one person for the rest of your life?

Only a few people can do this—being in love.

Looking into your eyes and saying

and being filled with everything

is not as easy as the wind,

love means not just love—becoming a memory.

Where you will feel sad,

that person will not look away even if he is by your side...

Where you will smile,

he will be happier than your smile—that's what love is.

Many people say "I love you",

but how many stay when the storm comes?

At every turn of life

Love survives in care—if someone truly keeps it in mind.

Love does not mean a promise,

Love means—keeping someone in your heart for a lifetime...

Maybe even from a distance

He loves you just like before—silently, being kind...

"To forget the sorrow, I hold someone in my chest,

But still new sorrows arise, and come back to haunt me."

To erase the burning in my mind, I extend my hand to someone,

I think, now I will find peace, I will forget the sting of old poison.

But like the village road, life goes around the same place,

Sorrow does not go away, rather it increases, it brings new sorrows.

Someone comes and makes me smile, it seems that everything is fine,

I hold his hand and think, this time sorrow will be light.

But time turns around, brings old tears,

The one I want to forget and embrace, tears flow in the eyes of the one I want to forget.

One day I was alone, my chest full of old pain,

Today I go to someone else, and I gather new words.

I go around in circles, I can't stop this game,

Sadness is born behind sadness, my mind remains messy.

Sitting under the moon in the moonlight, I wonder what I did wrong,

Can I find peace by clinging to anyone, Mori?

No, peace does not come, rather unrest increases,

We write the book of suffering with our own hands.

Sometimes we laugh, sometimes we cry, life goes on like this,

We go to forget sadness, we lose the last breath.

This circle must be stopped, otherwise there is no end,

New suffering is born, brother with the old.

"I was listening to you saying that if you are arrogant, the relationship will become stronger,

But when I get angry, you will walk away, losing me!"

I thought, if I frown a little, you will call me affectionately,

I will hold your hand and say, "Don't be angry, I will be by your side."

But no, you walked away with a smile,

Even after seeing my tears, you did not turn back.

I look for your footprints on the dirt road of the village,

When did you walk with me, I remember those days.

You said, "There is no peace if you do not listen to me,"

Today I see, your life without me is quite colorful.

My heart is heavy with arrogance, my chest burns like fire,

I thought, you will understand my pain, even for a little while.

But you did not want to understand, my dear,

Rather, you misunderstood me and walked away to some other room.

One day I was the most precious in your eyes,

Today I see, my tears have become a burden to you.

If someone truly loves, does he walk away in anger?

Or was my love a shadow to you?

Sitting on the roof in the morning, I look at the moon,

I think, are you in pain like me, not even a little bit?

I tried to explain my heart to you by being arrogant,

But you have forgotten everything, I am left alone.

Your scent is in the air, but I cannot touch you,

I lost in this game of arrogance, you did not win.

Was love just a play of words?

Or was it me who misunderstood that you were mine?

Shampa....... ✍️

[freeopy]

Thousands of girls walk with tears in their eyes,

letting go of their beloved's hand silently—

for one reason—

a "good girl" will always think of her family first.

No one asks her,

who did she love?

How much was her heart broken?

How many nights did she cry silently,

under the weight of a decision?

She smiles on her face,

but inside—only a crematorium!

Her love is an idol of sacrifice,

and her family?

They think, "That's what's good for her."

No one knows,

she buried all her dreams one day,

just thinking—

so that her parents wouldn't suffer!

Maybe one day,

a letter will be found in her diary—

where it will be written,

"I loved her very much,

but my love could not lose my family."

There is so much to lose,

Either you stay for me...

Just as the firefly burns alone in the night,

So I burn in hope for you,

I walk alone,

Yet I hold your hand in my heart.

An empty house, a lonely window,

Still searching for your scent in the air,

If you were there,

This loneliness would not exist!

I put aside all the illusions of the world,

I have become a beggar for your love,

Either you return,

Give light to my empty life.

Someone loses, someone gets lost,

Either you stay on my forehead,

There is so much to lose,

Either you go as me!

In this city of sadness,

Come as a flower to my city!

Come as light in the dim afternoon,

Touch the pains as the wind.

This city is tired, this road is full of dust,

Even the people seem to be emotionless!

If you come, maybe a little color will spread,

Maybe a little love will awaken!

Maybe your touch will reduce the emptiness,

This lonely night will also end,

Give me a little blue dream,

May the city full of sadness be colorful!

But if you come, don't leave,

The sadness of this city can touch you too!

You are the last light of hope,

If you are lost, I will be lost too!

Two sleepless eyes at night know,

How terrible it is not to be able to forget the past!

The pillow gets wet with silent tears,

But no one even notices!

The moonlight shines through the window,

Like a forgotten memory,

When I close my eyes, I see—

A lost face!

It's as if the words are stuck in my voice,

Only my breaths are heavy,

I hide the pain,

But the darkness of the night understands everything!

Oh, if I could erase the days I left behind,

If I could make this heart understand,

Some people, some stories,

Only become the past!

A good friend—the medicine that cures depression,

Even if I can't smile, when you're by my side, everything seems to be okay.

All the broken pain in life—

When you look into the eyes of a good friend,

How does that pain become lighter!

Even if you don't say a thousand words,

When you look into their eyes,

you understand,

"There's a storm raging inside you..."

When everyone moves away,

they still stay by my side,

Because there are no conditions in friendship—

All you need to survive is someone who understands your heart!

Staying up late talking,

Laughing, crying, and also being at home,

You tell me—Where can I find a more expensive medicine than this, brother?

Everyone is looking for love, and I'm looking for

A friend—

Who understands my pain even while sitting quietly!

I have learned to control myself because I cheated,

I can walk with my head held high because I didn't cheat.

I have learned to recognize the wrong people,

who are yours and who are not—now my eyes don't wander when I see them.

The pillows soaked in tears

still teach me courage.

When someone comes close,

I don't pull them to my chest—

I wonder, what if they hurt me again!

Like I did once,

when I really thought—

everyone would be like me.

I have been cheated on in love,

and even in friendship, I have received the impression of betrayal.

However, I have not hurt anyone,

this heart still cries for the next.

Now I don't break anymore,

I have learned to build after being broken—

I have become stronger because I cheated,

so I didn't cheat—I live with this belief.

Can you stay away if you love?

Don't you want to touch the person?

Don't you get a fever in your body from the anxiety of hugging?

Don't you feel restless every night when you wake up?

You're far away, what more can I do?

I rubbed my face at your picture, holding back my tears.

I wake up in the morning, afraid to even breathe without you.

Is love so easy?

If I don't touch you, how will I understand your heart?

My hands pull back, I feel like I'll hug you today—

But where is the courage? You belong to someone else now.

I used to fall asleep at the sound of your voice,

Now only tears are heard in the darkness.

Don't you understand,

Love doesn't mean being close—

Love means being one even from a distance.

Yet the mind doesn't understand,

If you're not by my side,

Everything feels empty—

The mind says,

If love is true,

Then how was it possible to be far away?

If there was love in it, even for a little while,

Otherwise, who would waste so much time, to break my heart?

Maybe I misunderstood,

I thought I was his world—

the address of laughter, tears, and all happiness.

But his time is now tied to someone else.

There was maybe a little bit of illusion deep in some of his words,

but still, why was he so perfect in acting,

to the point of breaking my heart?

If he didn't live at all well,

then how did he learn to act like he was crying in those eyes?

If there was nothing in his mind,

then why did he search for me every day?

I understand today,

Love is not only in the name of getting,

it is also hidden in losing.

And even if someone pretends to break my heart,

still,

there was a little bit of love inside him—

that's why, he was able to break it so beautifully.

Shampa....... ✍️

[freeopy]

When love becomes excessive,

then it returns as sadness, not happiness.

The one who used to say, “My world is dark because of your suffering,”

is the one who named my darkness today.

Love is not just looking into each other’s eyes,

it is the name of respecting each other,

but no one understood—it takes time to build trust,

and to break it? A moment is enough.

The one I thought was my soul—is now just a shadow,

love never dies,

some people die, some dreams…

and the rest of the time is just a lifetime of mourning.

When real danger comes—

then no one is by my side,

I didn’t find anyone beside me except Allah that day,

and this lesson is eternal.

A person’s past cannot be changed,

but the future can be arranged,

but before that, you have to know—

is this person really worthy of love?

In the end,

there is only one line—

“Be well…”

which contains a thousand unspoken words.

You can’t always be alone, you need a person,

who, even in the midst of a thousand busy lives, says—“How are you?”

In the quiet hours of the night,

how my mind becomes lighter,

then I think, if only someone were there—

to raise their hand and say, “Don’t cry, brother.”

Even if there are five hundred people around,

the mind understands only one thing—

who has no one, everyone just doesn’t have time!

Do you search—or do you break down like me?

Do you also cry to someone—saying, “I’m fine”?

A message, a phone call, a name—

these little things calm the mind,

but where? No one wants to know!

Even if I want to, I can’t cry anymore,

all the words stored inside have turned to stone.

To tell the truth—if someone had asked even once,

"Are you eating?" "What are you doing?" "Are you upset?"

—this alone would have filled my chest, brother!

I have no trust from anyone,

I have no value from anyone,

Everyone is right everywhere,

I am nothing in the middle!

My words have no value,

My tears are also worthless,

In everyone's eyes, I am wrong,

I am just a lonely pathless person.

I am bankrupt in the market of trust,

Everyone is right, I am the only culprit!

To some, the truth is lost,

To some, I am just a failed poet.

I am tired of hearing complaints,

I live covered in slander,

No one understands, no one knows,

How many tears are stored in my chest!

One day I may disappear,

I will merge from nothing into nothing,

Then everyone will still be right,

Only I will remain wrong.

-At the end of this sad sleepless night,

I look at the sky and think, life could have been like this!

That frosty sky covered in moonlight,

how much it wants to say, and yet the vast forest remains silent.

I wanted love, I was not afraid of losing,

yet today, having lost everything, I have learned to accept defeat.

Life is not just about moving on,

but the name of tears gathering in my chest,

the purpose is not just to survive,

the desire for peace is to find a little space near someone.

Everyone says that time fixes everything,

but time only burns, it gives nothing back.

Only in my waking eyes are countless questions,

why did I get nothing even with so much love?

Today I am tired, destitute,

I have bought some lessons at the price of life—

where people hurt when they come close,

and when they go away, they only feel empty...

The soul also has a self-respect,

so I am walking silently on the way to farewell.

I will not stand at your door anymore,

I will not get lost in your eyes.

Does love mean just waiting?

Or forgetting my own existence?

Am I the name written on the page of your mercy?

Or just a little mistake of time?

A love that has no self-respect,

I no longer want that love today!

It may be painful, it will burn in my heart,

Yet I will not sell myself again.

One day you will look back,

But by then I will have disappeared into the dust!

Farewell...!

There is no pain, no pride in this farewell,

Only the victory of self-respect!

Ah, what a life I once had,

And what have I become today—

A person who does not accept death,

In the end, I went to hell.

There was a dream, there was light in my eyes,

Today, those eyes are only smoky black.

The heart that once had fire,

Today, that cold stone has melted in my chest.

I fought against time,

I used to say, “I’m fine.”

But I broke a little bit every day,

I trapped a thousand dreams in the corner of my eyes.

I heard that those who don’t cry are strong,

But when they break inside, you know how strong they are.

I didn’t say anything on the face,

So were the tears inside a lie, tell me?

Today, standing at the end, I see—

I have lost to life.

I wanted to win myself,

In the end, I lost to time...

“Life is a kind of fatigue,

And me? Just a loser!”

The silent cry in the middle of the night,

And the tears falling from my eyes—

These are never lies,

They are not tricks of acting.

Everyone thinks I’m happy,

No one understands the pride hidden in my chest.

The one who shows a brave face all day long,

All night long, he silently searches for a little happiness for himself.

The pillow knows all the moisture in the eyes,

The smoke of the breath rises from the side of the window.

No one is around, no one even notices,

Midnight tears—that is known only to me.

Each teardrop holds a story,

The swaying of arrogance, neglect, and not being good.

The nights I stay awake are very heavy,

My chest is breaking, yet my mouth cannot find words for the blurry stream of life.

Yet in the morning I draw a smile on my face again,

Because who can keep me alive if I keep crying!

Those whose midnight tears are my companions—

Their stories are the most true.

"The tears of the eyes cannot wash away sadness,

Still, the storm inside softens a little!"

"Midnight tears are not false"

Life is very short but,

The story of life is very big,

It is very easy to seek happiness,

But it is even more difficult to find it!

I built my life on a dream,

I thought everything would be mine,

I learned slowly with time,

Life is actually a lonely hour.

Suppressed tears behind smiles,

The mind doesn't understand, no one understands,

How much hope is lost on the way,

Life only gives the gift of sadness.

Shampa..... ✍️