Tuesday, November 26, 2019

Vision is attractive

Vision is attractive

I am attracting the attention of all of you. Mohammed Zahid Hossain, Facebook's most beloved and most affectionate of you all, suffered a deadly heart attack at  8.35 pm last night and has been under observation at the National Heart Hospital's intensive care center for 24 hours. Doctors have not been able to reach a decision until 24 hours.

He was suffering from a complex heart disease for several days as he could not regularly post to different groups. From last night, his mobile phone was near me. I don't normally make a dent in his Facebook but when his Facebook was open last night, I saw all of you comments about him, and I was surprised how a normal person loved by you so much!

Your impulsive comments forced us to shed tears. It is not possible to express in this article the extent to which all members of each group loved him.

My special request to you all of you will be praying for his so that he can recover quickly and return to you again.

I can't really write anything else about hem  because you can easily understand the state of our two daughters.

Finally, we have many special requests for you. Please share this post in your groups and ask everyone to bless hem.

I sincerely wish to all of you.

Mrs. Liva Hossain
Wife of Mohammad Zahid Hossain



Sunday, November 24, 2019

Poetry ♦A bad story ♦

 ♦A bad story♦
Mohammad Zahid Hossain
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'All right!' The minister shouted in exclamation.
'All right, the country is like a corpse.
Banks who spoke about the dam,
let's see their faces this time, whether
they have seen a quieter and more pleasant crowd than they have ever seen before?
Words, the shot at the peace,
the on phuliyechi muscle,
indigenous medicinal Who, Who, or foreigner,
an hour determining, himcariye took all gumaghare,
the nihsbare again, the language can not give someone
in Dighi the least somewhere No The wave.
All right 'The
minister's cloud rose on Guru Guru's meeting.
One voice minimized and said,
"Yeah, I mean .. whatever comes in the ear, doesn't match that."
I have heard closed schools, people are not going to work,
and not of land, so some days ago, some people were murdered
, why not see the eyes of the world as they say? '
'Who says that?'
The minister's eyes flashed,
'Who is he, yet did not mean that the day has come?
If the speech is interrupted again, I will
send the payroll , the government will be allowed to breathe.
Who wants to say that? '
No one says, only long to long breaths can be heard.
The minister said again, 'What I was saying was, the
state honor will not be auctioned. Whoever goes against her,
who will disobey my words,
anyway she will be silenced, I will cover everything in need.
I want peace I want cool
If the cloop is stuck in all the blowing faces, then the sign is so.
Those who bow down, who live happily,
will stand in the stands,
someone will take the gun, some take it another way,
it is clear that there is no boredom inside me.
As you see now, the
tongue of someone moving, Serena pen,
all right! North-east or west,
everything in the country is exactly the same. '
Clap Clap Everyone stands up, laughs at the King's meeting!
Suddenly the crazy one, like a madman, raises three-colored flags.
He
cheered the flag and he shouted on the highway, "All hay jhut, all hay jhooooooot ..."
The sound of a bullet, Mossmos walking, military boots ..

Prose Poetry -At rest

At rest

Mohammad Zahid Hossain
***********************

There is no point in the clouds in your eyes water!
Is this the result of rain in the dark stream last night?
Can you tell where the storm spends its night and day,
Are you coming to the hillside of the mountain now?
Listen now, or rain is a combination of poisonous bites!
Where did the boy go to the rain in the rain?
Equilibrium equilibrium in the path of the mind;
The end of the rain falls in Achinkon.
Breeze in the early days, the glow of the wind,
There is a false alarm in all the demands.
That path suddenly crowded with all the familiar watercolors,
The unmistakable pull of the soft cotton, the adventurous feel.
That verse of the day was not written even today,
Neutral will not have the slightest pain and can be sold.
The agility of cloudiness is overwhelming with agility
The lonely chest of mountains is secluded in captivity.
Are all the stories of that silent mind recognized today?
Or is the sesquiol the color of the year's dark sore.
Episode of sweetness in the humidity of tears,
The water droplets drop in the path of the bison.
The Maya of the season, the winding path of the season
Take the sail and swear by the void.
The thunderbolt cloudiness covers you two
Sleepy songs are now on the other side.
In a closed noon, she went to a humble heart, pillowcapped
Where is the warmth of the cloud and she is desolate?
Today, she is in a state of despair, looking around her;
Abramhakha is the secret happiness of saudamini in the cloud state.


Prose Poetry -Tanuja

Tanuja

Mohammad Zahid Hossain
**********************


Tanuja is writing to you after a long time.
Look at how long it was spent
Now I see only morning and night
No afternoon and twilight, however.

Sleep deprivation is regularly called by the mother
It's time for the baby to get up
Then walk through the familiar royal palace
Kolig Known Office
That familiar is a regular act.

Sometimes in the name of night at the end of the day
Do not understand it is time to return
Tanuja dragged me home at night
Feeling depressed, returning home regularly.

Mom gets dressed in bed
After dinner, I was left alone for an hour and a half
Rimzhmi is called rain in the sky
I am in the rain every day
There is only emptiness and loneliness around
The poison does not leave me
You don't have that lost afternoon
There is no teenage boy selling flowers that afternoon.

There is no shopkeeper under sodium lights
There are no stupid words of that day
There are only fools and fools.

Tanuja know there's not much else
Not that stupid good home and stupid feeling
The dust that lies in the dust of the mind.
Look how different Tanuja's life is
Look at how often death comes from fear.

Tanuja I am not the foundation anymore
You have no fear of losing
You have no hope of getting it.

Tanuja long thought to write to you
Every day I write a little bit regularly
No night to finish.
Simple life is going on somehow
You know, there is no fear as before
Fear of losing You fear of losing.
No fear calls me back.

That eternal bride has also left me
I remember talking about a widow
I am talking about a scarcity bride.
Tanuji left me
Absolutely farewell has been left forever.
Which is why I left you at the end of a twilight.

Tanuja I did not even know that day
For example, I am not a vet even in today's night.


Prose Poetry ♦Practice♦

Prose Poetry-Practice 
    Mohammad Zahid Hossain
   **********************

The name of the fall from humble sentence is practice
Swearing to build a simple tendency is the practice

To handle the gin with courage
Sumeru - parallel to the crossing of the Cumero
The intention is to practice the name of Bihar ...

One of the Zephon's symphony cuts
Breaks the function of the mark
Exit to the extreme
And what can be named without the practice ...
So to be accustomed one life falls short yet.


Saturday, November 23, 2019

Prose Poetry ♦Love♦

                  ♦Love♦
     Mohammad Zahid Hossain
    **********************

 
Love means blind, knowing that I tremble in love!
How many say these words?
Lots of burns in many burns, many losers
lover, but the rivers seek the river.
When a horse or
a star falls from the sky, the rivers of death
die in the cool poison of the river Mutupuri , the lover
says 'If you stay by my side!'
Sad, Hogo sad, but the night of the
trumpet burning in the
sun, sitting alone on the bank of the river Bishadranga does
not return to himself!



Friday, November 22, 2019

Prose Poetry ♦Will anyone come tonight♦

♦Will anyone come to night ♦
  Mohammad zahid hossain
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Will anyone come tonight?
Affidavit of the disease beyond the dreams song nilakuci
little torangera hidden inside the happiest day of my
stars are inscribed on the night of the terracotta
nerudasama indescribable .... but
the position of his hands leaning on the one hand there is wireless
elusive splendor mlanamahima's not
dead ... plasamasrota
he What will come tonight
What a delicious cruelty
it can endure under its impossibly tender genius and ... I turn back to
the secret seed of the tree all night , singing the footsteps of
his
feet, written in a tearful orchestra , his miniature paintings lush lips ... From the gleam of
aerial earth to the exquisite
poetry.
The poet's extreme arrogance plegiyarista ekakitbera gray
just seems to continue ...
again satero him, nonexistent electricity and flood destruction
he makes anayase drinking
the night on a stick maharatera terrific syaolaya
my life, I want to cut off
his unblinking eyes, my death written -Record .... For the
last time, the flying blue bird of the blissful blue bird
left my question with an unfulfilled sleep. As I walk down the stairs ...
what can be seen with him ....!
Will he come ...?


Prose Poetry ♦In the Morning♦

♦In the Morning♦
Mohammad Zahid Hossain


There is no desire to ask for
it, there is no light called for many days, if you can say today, do
not understand the rituals of the wish as the
cloud gathers, freezes, the leaves fall in the morning.
The girl's mind knows what I want, I know this city is
drawn to the cinnamon tree love and angry hourglasses
I
know all the blue, busy mind, busy samiana in search of my consciousness.
I just did not understand, the result of drawing a stain on your dandi
, the prose poem in the daytime is
uneven, come today, let
me tell you my secret , once with words, dear
Come on, today, in the most sure way,
meet your words,
know my words if, without you, never did anyone
come true today, no matter how much more !!





Prose Poetry ♦Emptiness♦

       ♦Emptiness♦
Mohammad Zahid Hossain
*****************************

You don't
The sky flashed
throughout the house, and Daoudou was on fire.
I'm burning, I'm burning.
Empty vacancy ...
river of gloom all around.
The curved wings surround the wings.
In the darkness of the dungeon,
remember as far as I go, in search of redemption .
So much heart burn ...



Prose Poetry - On your porch

    ♦On your porch♦
Mohammad Zahid Hossain


As soon as the rain falls on your porch,
my pet doodle
springs up again, and when he sees the frontier, he
wants to fly off,
Looking at the tree, the camera looks at the light of the thick lance as he takes a
picture of the rain that soothes you.
The warmth that
accompanies the courage , Doyle
says to him, stay
close to the rains is another rainbow.

Thursday, November 21, 2019

Quote - Now I will move, I will be in the jungle, not the human being........


If you say I can not break the tradition of saying, If you say this kajal touches your two hands will be white.


Prose Poetry - A handful in the sun

Prose Poetry - A handful in the sun


A handful in the sun
Mohammad Zahid Hossain

A handful of sunshine will make you laugh, or weep. 
A handful of sunshine will make you feel proud of you, 
and again beneath the bottomless pride of pride, 
maybe I'll lose it again.


(Third Release) 
Date of Post: 1-3-2019
by Author @ All Rights Reserved


Seeing the lover's blood mask, I want to teach her the primitive quest again

"Seeing the lover's blood mask, I want to teach her the primitive quest again."


Article - Happy Christmas


Article * Happy Christmas *
Mohammad Zahid Hossain

Christmas (Christmas: Christmas Day) is an annual Christian festival. The festival was celebrated on December 25, the birthday of Jesus Christ. It is unknown whether this day is Jesus' actual birthday. According to the beliefs of early Christians, Jesus entered Mary's womb just nine months before this date. It is likely that according to this calculation, the date of Jesus' birth is believed to be on December 25.

In spite of being a Christian ritual in nature, many non-Christian communities also celebrate Christmas in the High Seas. Even in some cases, the celebration of pre-Christian and secular events is seen in the festival. Gift giving, music, Christmas card exchanges, church worship, banquets, and Christmas trees, illumination, garlands, Mistletoes, the birth of Jesus, and Holi are part of the modern-day Christmas celebration. In some countries Father Christmas (Santa Claus in North America, Australia and Ireland) is a popular story of Christmas presents for children.

The variety of Christmas festivals, including the gift-giving ritual, is especially important in the economy of Christians and non-Christians. On the occasion of the festival a special season of trade and commerce and sale goes on. The past few centuries have seen the economic impact of Christmas spread gradually in different regions of the world.

The English Christmas word is derived from the combined meaning of the phrase "month of Christ". The word originated from the Middle English Christemasse and the original English Cristes mæsse. The earliest mention of the last word is found in a composition of the year 5. The word "Cristes" is again derived from the Greek Christos and the word "mæsse" comes from the Latin missa. In ancient Greek, 1 (chi) is the first letter of the word Christ. This character is identical to the Latin letter X. From the mid-sixteenth century onwards, this letter began to be used as a synonym for the word christmas. This is why the word xmas was introduced as the abbreviation of christmas.

Christmas or Christmas is the birth of Jesus in Christianity. According to the Christian faith, many prophecies concerning the original Bible Savior say that the Messiah or Savior would be born in the womb of a virgin. The New Testament or New Biblical Biblical Gospel (Matthew 1: 1 - 2: 12) and the Gospel of Jesus described in the Luke Gospel (Luke 1: 20-2: 2) are the basis of the Christmas celebration. According to this parable, Mary was born in Bethlehem with the help of her husband Joseph and gave birth to Jesus. According to popular belief, Jesus was born in a stable on a cattle ranch. Although there is no mention of the stables or cattle in the biblical parable. However, in Luke's Gospel (Luke 2: 1) a passage is mentioned: "And he brought forth his firstborn son, and laid him in a linen cloth, because there was no room for them in the inn." The earliest depictions of Jesus' birth depict the appearance of Jesus in a cave surrounded by cattle and cattle. According to conventional ideas, it is inside the Church of the Nativity in Bethlehem. An angel informs the shepherds of the fields around Bethlehem about Jesus' birth. Because of this, they were fortunate to see that swearing baby first.

Many Christians believe that the birth of Jesus fulfills Bible-based prophecies of the Bible. According to the above gospel, some Magi (astrologers) went to visit the child with gold, frankincense, and incense. It is said that a mysterious star leads them. This star, commonly known as the Star of Bethlehem, was the announcer of the birth of the King of the Jews, in common belief. The Epiphany Festival was celebrated on January 5 to commemorate the arrival of the magicians. Some churches have officially concluded the Christmas Day on January 5th.

Christians celebrate Christmas in many ways. Among these, attending church worship is currently considered one of the most important and most popular practices. There are also various other worship practices and popular rituals. Eastern Orthodox Church celebrates Nativity fasting before the Christmas Eve; On the other hand, Advent is celebrated in most churches in Western Christianity. The last Christmas preparations were made on Christmas Eve. Many families have a special family banquet for Christmas. The banquet diet, however, varies from one country to another. Twelve types of fish were served at the banquet on Christmas Eve in some areas, including Sicily. Common Christmas banquet terms in countries dominated by England and English culture are turkey (brought from North America), potatoes, vegetables, sausage and gravy; There are also Christmas Pudding, Mince Pie and Fruit Cake. The presence of fish is notable in Poland, other countries of Eastern Europe and the Scandinavia region; However, the use of high-fat meats such as lamb meat is also increasing in all these regions. Pork and pork are very popular in Germany, France and Austria. Besides, there is considerable demand for beef, ham and chicken in almost all the world. Ham is the main food of the Philippines feast.

In addition to special tart and cake, special desserts are also created on Christmas Eve: bûche de Noël in France or panettone in Italy. Sweets and chocolates are popular all over the world. Notable among the Christmas specials are German Stollen, Marzipan Cake or Candy and Jamaican Ram Fruit Cake. Among the few fruits available in winter in the northern countries, oranges have long been known as Christmas specials.

The history of special decorations on Christmas Eve is very ancient. In the pre-Christian era, the Roman Empire resident brought the branch of the evergreen tree into the house in winter. Christians place these national traditions in their creed rituals. According to a written description of fifteenth-century London, every house and all the rural churches were decorated with "home, ivy and bay and whatever green of the season of the year," according to the tradition of the day. 

The symbol of Jesus' coming to death; Holly defends from Pagans (pagan) and witches; Its thorns and red berries worn during the crucifixion symbolize the blood of Jesus on the cross. The Christmas card is a kind of illustrated greeting. During the week before Christmas, Christmas cards are exchanged between friends and family members.

In many countries, Christmas is the season of exchanging gifts among friends and relatives. Christmas is also intimately associated with the emergence of multiple Christian and mythological characters associated with Christmas and gift exchanges. These are Father Christmas or Santa Claus, Pere Noel, and Wenaxman; St. Nicholas or Sinterklaas; Christkind; Chris Kringle; Joulupukki Babbo Natal; St. Basil; And Father Forrest.

The father of the character of Santa Claus is Father Christmas humorist, nadusanudus and bearded man. He is the epitome of a happy Christmas. Written references are found in Father Christmas in England in the early part of the seventeenth century.


Source: -Christmas as a Multi-faith Festival - BBC News. Retrieved September 30, 2008. Canadian Heritage - Public holidays - Government of Canada. Retrieved November 27, 2009.2009 Federal Holidays - U.S. Office of Personnel Management. Retrieved November 27, 2009. Bank holidays and British summer time - HM Government. Retrieved November 27, 2009.How December 25 Became Christmas, Biblical Archeology Review, Retrieved 2009-12-13 "Christmas", EncartaRoll, Susan K., Toward the Origins of Christmas, (Peeters Publishers, 1995), p.130.Tighe , William J., "Calculating Christmas". Archived 2009-10-31. Newton, Isaac, Observations on the Prophecies of Daniel, and the Apocalypse of St. John (1733). Ch. XI.A sun connection is possible because Christians consider Jesus to be "the righteousness of the sun" prophesied in Malachi 4: 2. "The Christmas Season". CRI / Voice, Institute. Collected on 12-12-27. Non-Christians focus on the secular side of Christmas - Sioux City Journal. Retrieved November 18, 2009. "Poll: In a changing nation, Santa endures", Associated Press, December 22, 2006. Retrieved November 18, 2009.






















If you say I can not break the tradition of saying, If you say this kajal touches your two hands will be white.


At the primitive festival of full moon, Your skeptical mind dances away. Love is alone anywhere Drinking solitary nectar taste.


"Looking at the lover's bloody face, I want to teach him the primitive discovery again"


Slowly when the night aloe came to an end, Tammasa's face was unmoved There is a sad light, before it is forever mixed -


Prose poem ♦ old age ♦

♦ Old age♦
Mohammad Zahid Hossain
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As a child, Mother Rose used to sleep at night singing a song.
The song was ...
"Sleep aunt-PC
Come to Modi's house,
There is no bed
Sit in the eye
I'll get a bowl
Cheek your cheek
There is no sleep in Khoka's eyes
Go to sleep
In this way, I used to touch my mother, love my mother, I fell asleep in my mother's lap.
The mother would stay awake, the mother's affection would be awakened, the other would be sleeping.
This is how one day I grow up with my parents holding hands and feet.
Then, then one day, I am standing on my feet.
The love of life and the world takes us away from our parents.
Our "ami" is surrounded by the emptiness of our elderly parents.
Or this empty-hearted parent's place is in old age.
Date of writing: 1-5-2019
All rights reserved by the author



Prose poem-Have different dreams

Have different dreams
Mohammad Zahid Hossain
*********************

Have different dreams ...
Darling

All of a sudden I see countless expenses
You are holding the dream with the edge of uneven hearing.
Imagine seeing you in awe
How do you come up with such an audible stream in the middle of the world!
The world that our dreams are about to break through,
How did the dream bring love to Jivanand Das in the forest!
Of course, I have a particular weakness in the forestland's forestry
I just think of dreams
As a child, I have never dreamed that dreams are real
I see myself in the bright eyes of that dream!
That dream of one day going into exile, I became imperfect!
Think of that dream
I think and just keep thinking
Sometimes it seems so
May we have different dreams in our whole life.
The dreams that I live the other way with the dreamy obsession.
Of course, I have a particular weakness in the forestland's forestry


Writing style: prose poem
Date of writing: 1-5-2019
Post Date: 1-5-2010

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Prose poem-Wait

Wait
Mohammad Zahid Hossain
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About the birth of blood in our courtyard
Otherwise, one day I will tell you again from the beginning.
I'll tell you more about the smooth soil of our yard,
Even the white rose tree that was planted at the end of the yard.
But the huge teak tree knew for sure
At least his name seems to be ours .....
So I'll name him "Don't Remember".
And one winter dew drops by the familiar road on a sunny morning,
I will name myself in your heart
Since then I will call you by the name of the way back home and every day
You do not come in the name given to me
If you do not respond,
I will also give him a wonderful name "Wait".





Writing style: prose poem
Date of writing: 1-5-2019
Post Date: 1-5-2019
All rights reserved by the author

Friday, November 15, 2019

Prose Poetry ♦The drunken cry of drunkenness♦

Drunken cries of drunkenness
    Mohammad Zahid Hossain

Drinking a bit of excess water, my friend Bablu is talking about all the mourning.
In his drunken eyes, Bablu looks at the fairytale witch in love.
However, if I drink bitter water, it would not be unreasonable to lose the rhythm like Bablu.
Rather, I became a lover - an oblivious lover.
At that time I see you.
I see my happiness in you.
Wishing you all the words,
I praise you - I beg you -
You are beautiful
You are beautiful
You are beautiful
Talk darling Speak up Laugh! Smile a little How long do I see your smiling face?
This is not your smiling face in another ear!
This will not make your smiling face burst into tears!
He is lovely Speak up Laugh. Smile a little
A little
A little
Please!
A little ...
"- A long time ago, these old drunken sentences of the old diary came into view.
The words in the diary are witnessed on a drunken night in the body of our diary.
Then the holiday in the New Year.
On the way to the village of Bangla, the new Amaz, the worship of the old and the worship of the new one.
Even if you didn't find much,
On my New Year's day I did not see you.
Embarrassed, you get angry.
With such a hoot, a boyfriend appeared at the door of his lover!
What do people think of home ?!
But there was talk that you would come to the fair at Nandanpur that day.
I will also come with Bablu - at the Nandanpur fair.
Then together we will watch the fair, turn around, chat.
But you didn't come!
The source of your drunken night or drunken sentences is the source of your not coming.
Ha ha ha
Dear mother, I know the relationship breaks,
The broken rope ties you to the ropes.
You're a motherfucker now!
There is a garden in your yard, safely in the garden ...
You know dear,
I still sit in meditation after swallowing a bit of bitterness
You stay in my meditation
I have clouds in my meditation
In my meditation there is hypnotism
In meditation I wish to write you in harmony with the words
Wishes to write to the cloud
Intends to write to Hamanti
I write,
Don't write again!
You, the cloud, and the hamanti are like the pressing tears of my drunkenness.



Writing style: prose poem
Date of writing: 12-5-20
Post Date: 1-5-20
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Vision is attractive

Vision is attractive I am attracting the attention of all of you. Mohammed Zahid Hossain, Facebook's most beloved and most affectionat...