I am bangladeshi... i feel comfort when i express myself in
BANGLA... I loved my Coun__try from the moment i opened my eyes until the moment i closed them. and i m proud for that...
Can I forget 21th February reddened with the blood of my brothers?


Imágenes para hi5 By the martyrdom of the heroic youth
Noor Hossain,
O Freedom, raise your head like Titan,
give a sky shattering shout,
tear off the chain around
your wrists.
Roar, Freedom, roar mightily!
Freedom, you are
a wife’s thick cluster of loose black hair,
stirred by the wind to wild excitement.
Freedom, you are
the colored jacket on a little boy’s body,
the play of sunlight on the soft cheeks
of a little girl.
Freedom, you are
a room in an arbor, a cuckoo’s song,
the sparkling leaves of an aged banyan __tree
and my notebook of poems written just as I wish.


Men are haunted by the vastness
of eternity.And so we ask ourselves...
will our actions echo across the centuries?
Will s__trangers hear our names long after we're gone...
...and wonder who we were... How bravely we fought...
How fiercely we loved? I want to make a history.. so that The world will remember my name..
I used to be a player since 1998, but I decided to change all of that for of being a vagabond.
Currently I am studying at AIUB doing BBA. Quite a change! But enjoying it immensly.

I __try, really __try to be a good person. To be kind and compassionate, to be moral and wise, not to be judgemental or racist. All the things that I was as a young boy I am hopefully making up for now, because I know or by an even greater power. Probably sounds crazy, but it helps keep me in check.

Love..well there's a never ending story is'nt it? I have a great love for my family, because I was very much loved by my family when I was growing up, for which I am ever grateful, because I know there are many people out there who go through childhood, or even life without any love, and it is one of life's great sadnesses.
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The Gods envy us. They envy us because we're mortal,because any moment may be our last. Everything is more beautiful because we're doomed. You will never be more lovely than you are now. We will never be here again.The gods envy us... because every breath might be our last. Everything's more beautiful that way.

Never ever give up on or forget your dreams. We (the human race) would not be where we are today if that were the case. So dont let it happen to you. I'm not saying you will achieve them (all), but you will never find out if you dont __try, will you!?
