Multifandom-Flash Bingo Events
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No minimum words. Multifandom and Original works are welcome.
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Calendar Event: July
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CE: August
Superstition
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Maya Lagaise
They say, the mere stare of mine can bring misfortune. My father, the village headman, seems to despise me, for he blames me for my mother's death. When I was a child, no one wanted to play with me, the other kids did not like me. As I grew older, the people of the village started called me obhagini. I wonder why.
Only one person, did not call me that vile name-the son of the new village postmaster. I met him at night, the only time I used to go out, so as to avoid meeting people and cursing them. I bumped into him. He smiled and apologized, while I was taken back. This was the first time someone had talked nicely with me. We sat under in the shade of the aam gaach and talked for a long time that night.
বন্দে মায়া লাগাইছে পিরিতি শিখাইছে,
দেওয়ানা বানাইছে,
কী যাদু করিয়া বন্দে মায়া লাগাইছে ||
We met many times since then, and talked for hours. In the dark hours of the night, we bonded, we connected. For once in my life, I felt love. The dark made it impossible to see his face, nevertheless it did not matter. I had already fallen for him. Never once did I ask to see his face, never once did he ask to see mine. I'm glad he did not. For, I do not want to curse him with my stare. I did not want him, of all people, to call me obhagini. Alas! Can life ever see me happy?
বসে ভাবি নিরালায় ..
আগে তো জানি না বন্দের পিরিতের জ্বালা,
যেন ইটের ভাটায় কয়লা দিয়া আগুন জালাইছে ||
One night, he asked to see my face. Of course, I could not refuse him. I let him see my face, with one condition, he could not see my eyes. I shall blindfold them. He agreed. He snuck inside my room, one day, and I was there, waiting for him, looking at the mirror, without the blindfold. He met my surprised stare. I screamed. The villagers gathered, hearing my scream and dragged him out of the house. They beat him to a pulp. They did not listen to my cries, pleads. I tried to explain, he did not do anything, he just wanted to see my face, he was innocent. My father forbade me from going out of the house. His father fixed his marriage. Life betrayed me again.
আমি কি বলিব আর ..
বিচ্ছেদের আগুনে পুড়ে কলিজা আঙ্গার ||
হায় গো প্রান বন্দের পিরিতে আমায়,
পাগল করেছে ||
We were invited to his wedding. I did not go, what if I curse him and his wife? I saw his bride, she was beautiful, to say the least. Had I not screamed, had I refused him, had I stayed in my room, I would not have to suffer such agony. His words, before leaving, stung. He called a "obhagini" too. Once again, fate won, love lost. Why is life so disgustingly cruel to me? I could not get my father's love, I killed my mother, I hurt my lover. I am a kalakini, a disgrace. My existence bring people sorrow and grief.
বাউল আব্দুল করিম গায়
ভুলতে পারিনা গো আমার মনে যারে চায় ||
কুলনাসা পিরিতির নেশায় কুলমানে গেছে
ও আমার কুলনাসা পিরিতির নেশায় কুলমানে গেছে,
দেওয়না বানাইছে ||
I heard he was happily married, with his new wife. She is bearing his child. The news stings. But, if he is happy, who am I to say anything? I don't yearn for happiness anymore, I have learned to embrace my pain and live with it. I should put an end to my suffering, shouldn't I? With that, I set out for the river, to put an end to my suffering. The people are shocked, to see me out, and immediately hide, to avoid meeting my stare. I smile.
কী যাদু করিয়া গো বন্দে মায়া লাগাইছে ?
I reach the river bank. I can hear my father's screams for me to stop, to not put an end to my suffering. I smile again, it's too late now, for I can't stop. I need to put and end to my suffering. I can hear his voice too, his pleads for me to stop. Who will tell them, it's too late now? Their cries fall deaf to my ears as I submerge myself in the water, closing my eyes, letting eternal sleep take me.
দেওয়ানা বানাইছে |
I died, knowing my father despised me. I could not witness his tears, his pleads for me to come back, as he held my limp body in his arms. I died, knowing he called me that vile name, I could not see him, crying at my feet, begging me to come back, apologizing to me. I died, knowing the villagers, hated me. I could not see the regret, guilt in their eyes for tormenting me. I died, knowing I was despised and hated.
I died. My death brought about a change. No girl in the village was called a obhagini again.
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Laylat Al-Qadr // Yasmin Belkhyr
I don't own any mirrors. In sleep, I scrape ticks off the windows. Once, a bird startled itself into the apartment and I was alone. If I throw a nickel off the bridge, I'm thinking about my niece. While the city slept, sound dripped slow down the street. An unnatural thing. The festering mess to suddenly dampen and quiet. None of the wounded dogs moaned. None of the children woke curled around ghosts. During the day, I wore a loose dress and bought pastries from a bakery and thought of all the people I'd like to touch. At night, I imagined the ways I could sink. My little fears and aches, the stupid rust in my chest. Define: daughter. Define: obligation. Define: heartless. I swear, I'd be better if I could. The girl was named Rumisa and I read to her in English and that's all you need to know.
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I am a Humanist by Jim Corbett
I am no Christian, Muslim or Jew,
I am no Buddhist, and no Hindu
I am a Humanist through and through,
That means that I believe in me and in you.
There's no Valhalla (that we can tell)
There's no Nirvana (and that's just swell)
There is no Heaven in which to dwell
But the good news is that means there is no Hell!
I am no Christian, Muslim or Jew,
I am no Buddhist, and no Hindu
I am a Humanist through and through,
That means that I believe in me and in you.
Superstition -- it's a human curse
It's in every holy book, chapter and verse!
It's a system that they use to coerce
All their followers into opening up their purse.
I am no Christian, Muslim or Jew,
I am no Buddhist, and no Hindu
I am a Humanist through and through,
That means that I believe in me and in you.
Imagine all humanity of one mind
Sharing love of the brotherly-sisterly kind
If we leave all our gods behind
It's amazing the peace the world could find!
I am no Christian, Muslim or Jew,
I am no Buddhist, and no Hindu
I am a Humanist through and through,
That means that I believe in me and in you.
Celebrate life! (It's the Humanist way)
Our time on Earth here is sweet but short the stay
If we try to make it better every day
Then the folks who come behind will know the way
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