Sunday, December 23, 2007

A Trip out of the Blue

It really came out of the blue. Mu (my chhoto fupu) and uncle (Dr. Shamsul Alam, my chhoto fupa) were supposed to go to uncle's village home at Mirzapur, Tangail with their whole family on Saturday, to stay at the new house they built there. Friday night all of the sudden my Dulabhai came up with the idea of going with them for just one day. I jumped for the idea immediately and my sister was also eager. So we made a phone call to my aunt, and the next morning, within just a few hour's notice, we were on the way. My aunt managed Shapanku's microbus for us. We were off early in the morning at 8:00.
We were scheduled to meet with two other cars of my uncle's party in front of the Smriti Sho
udho. But when we got there, they weren't there yet. Hence we thought, why not pay a visit to the National Monument? So we did. I've been to Smriti Shoudho before, but that was way back and I don't quite remember. That early in the morning there were very few people in there. I was pretty moved inside the complex when I found out that the whole place is actually a graveyard where many unknown martyrs of the liberation war were lying. I took some photos of the monument. Finally the other group was there and we started towards Tangail.
Just as we left the urban area, the rural landscape began to emerge. The striking green of the field on both sides of the road, the winding canals and the boats on them, the golden corn fields. The road got rough and bumpy soon. On several occasions we had to stop the car and drive slowly and carefully. At one spot in Tangail everyone got off the cars and walked as the cars had to cross an almost dried-out canal over some bamboo sticks, tied together to make a sort of bridge. The path was winding it's way through the villages. After about 3 hours from our departure we reached our destination.
My uncle and his brothers have been working on a house for over a year in their village. They had to go through tremendous hardship to supervise the construction, coming here again and again from Dhaka. When I saw what they've been working on, I felt all their hard work was worth. They've constructed a fully furnished building as a kind of a bungalow to stay for the family when they visit here. The house was as modern as you might want it to be. It was a duplex house, with the village huts surrounding it. The rooms were beautifully arranged and the toilettes were also impressive with standard fittings. Verandas were placed both in front and back of the house. The front veranda gave a beautiful view of the pools ahead, and the back gave a view of the surrounding village huts. It was a great place for picnic and to stay out for some days to enjoy the rural environment.
I had good time playing with some kids there, we played cricket for a while, and later I swinged the badminton racket with Nahyan and Nibras (cousins). I played that game after a long time. Last time was back in Elephant Road I guess. We took a walk down the village roads. The huts were surrounded by trees and lowlands from all around. Another fascinating aspect of the place is that a mosque is right in front of the house. But as we prayed the Zuhr Salaat there in Jamaat, we found that these poeple were Ahle Hadith. I noticed some stark differences in there namaaz. Their rules for the times of the salaat were also different. They prayed the Asr jammat at 3:30 pm, by our regulations, the time for Asr haven't even started then. So me and dulabhai didn't join that jamaat, instead we two along with Nibras prayed in a separate jamaat after fifteen minutes. Right after Asr we had our lunch, which was my favorite dish, Kachchi Biriani along with couple of other beef dishes. The food was great and honestly I had more than I expected.
We were scheduled to leave right after Asr, so we couldn't wait any longer. Everyone was insisting that we stay on, but we couldn't for several reasons. So we started on our journey back. This time we took a different route and found it to be much better than the one we came through. We prayed the Maghrib salaat at a road-side mosque somewhere at Pakulla. Fortunately we were right on time for the jamaat. By the time of the Isha jamaat, we were home, way earlier than expected.

This trip came totally out of the sudden, and that doesn't happen usually. Most of times when we go for a day out it takes several days of planning, even if it's for just a couple of hours. So such a trip as this one was unexpected. Alhamdulillah, it was absolutely a great day out.

I posted the photos from the trip on my Picasa photo gallery. You can check them out if you want.

Friday, December 21, 2007

Eid Day

Today was Eid ul Adha, and as expected it wasn't quite different from the Eids of the past years. We prayed the Eid Jamaat at the sector 13 playground which was pretty impressively prepared for a big congregation. Qurbani of our cow was all done pretty fast. I don't wanna get into the details because it's pretty much the same each year. Oh, I forgot to say Eid Mubarak.

Cow Shopping:
Well, my visit to the cow hut (Gorur hut) yesterday is definitely worth mentioning. As I went to the hut last year as well, this year I had no intention to go. Because honestly speaking, I don't quite like the place, to be more honest, I'm scared of that place. But my father was insisting so much, so I decided to go at the very last moment.
We went to the hut of Azompur at sector 6. The place was just as I expected. It was crowded with cows, of all sizes. Huge mass of people moving through it, and every now and then a cow is being led in or out through the crowd. Some of the cows have what I would like to call the 'Bad Cow Disease' , those are the aggressive ones, they look pretty frightening, swinging there heads violently from left to right to get free. That's the scary part of the whole affair. Another interesting thing about the huts is that most of the ground beneath your feet is covered with damped cow shit. Anyway, I guess everybody has these experiences so I'm chopping off the details.

What my father usually does all the time when goes to buy a cow, is that he buys one as quick as he can without spending much time inside the hut, and he doesn't bother for much bargaining. This time me and Dulabhai were determined not to let him do that. So we spent some time surveying the hut and the price. Finally we settled for an average sized one at a good enough price and got out of there.
The cow hut is not the kind of place I wanted to be in, and yet there I was and Alhamdulillah I was out of it unharmed !

Happy Birthday Dear Blog !

That's right, today my blog turns 1 ! Exactly 1 year ago I started writing this blog with the post 'Don't know why' . As I mentioned on that very first post, I'm just writing this blog for myself. In the past 12 months I've written 29 posts, which is not a lot, but not bad considering the fact that I'm only writing about events of my life, not anything else. It's also more than I thought I could write.
Looking back at my posts of the last year I find that my life's been mostly monotonous. There were some exceptions though. Some of those exceptions were indeed pleasant, as my tour to Bagerhat. But there have been shocking events as well, events I never thought I would have to write about, like the departures of Mejo Fupa and Shelly Apu. And another fact about my blog is that haven't been able to write all my emotions down, I couldn't express everything that have been going inside me. Some events, some thoughts are such that I can't even share them in this blog, they will only be in my heart, forever.
Anyway, this little space for sharing my life has been a success, I guess, at least for me. Inshallah in the next year I'll be able to share more, only if Allah gives me Hayaat. But I pray to Allah that I would not have to write about any more events that I don't want to write about, instead I get to write about things that I'm happy to write about. Hope everything goes well the next year. And I hope my life becomes a little more adventurous (safely though). May Allah guide me through the Right Path. Ameen.

Tuesday, December 18, 2007

Rescue Operation

I was really on a rescue operation last night, literally. Here's what happened. My mom and dad went to Bashundhara City Grand Hall at Panthopath to attend a wedding ceremony of a distant relative. Around 10:15 pm I got a call from dad, telling me that their car was locked with the keys inside, thanks to the driver. So they were stuck as they couldn't just leave the car there and come home by some other means. So I was appointed the rescue mission. I was to find the spare keys, manage a car from one of my uncles and head for the target location to rescue them from this situation. Alhamdulillah I managed to do everything nice and smooth. Within an hour we were back on our way home. Thanks to Allah I was successful in this sudden rescue operation.

Sunday, December 16, 2007

My wish on the V-Day

Today is 16 December. 36 years ago, on this very day, our struggle from freedom was finally over. After 9 months of grueling battle, and with the cost of over 3 million lives, our land was finally free from the Pakistanis. Our army was mostly formed by the common people; the farmers, laborers, students, the general people of Bangladesh. I'm not a columnist, so I'm not going to write the history of the war. What I want to say here on this day, is my wish on the day of victory. It's not only my dream, it's the dream of every true Bangladeshi, it has been our dream since we earned independence. My dream, our dream is to bring the war criminals of '71 to justice. These are the people who helped the Pakistanis to kidnap, murder, rape thousands of Bangladeshis during our struggle for freedom. They helped our enemies to identify the freedom fighters so that they can kill them, to assassinate the intellectuals so that Bangladesh can never stand on their own feet, and to rape thousands of our mothers and sisters. Moreover, these animals did all these heinous crimes under the Holy name of Islam!
Even after 36 years of independence, the people of this country didn't see justice being served to these animals. Moreover, even though we have thousand and thousands of eyewitnesses against them, these criminals are living large and in charge. We even had to go through the torment of seeing those people in political power, waving the flag of free Bangladesh on the hood of their cars. I guess that's the biggest scar in the face of Bangladesh.
During the reign of the current interim government, we have seen things that we never thought we could see. We saw the corrupt being unmasked, being tried for their crimes against the country. So the people are hoping that the government will also take steps for the judgment of the war criminals. May be I'm hoping too high, but remember that everything is possible if Allah wants. So on this day of glory, we pray to Allah that the war criminals of 1971 be brought to justice. To honor the 3 million martyrs who have given their lives for the freedom of this nation, there is no alternative to putting an end to this curse we are bearing. So let's spread the word, let's honor the martyrs, let's honor our country, by bringing the war criminals finally to justice. This is my only wish on the day of Victory. May Allah give peace to those who died in the battle for our freedom. We know the war criminals can never escape the judgment of Allah in the afterlife, but we also want to see the same in this life. May Allah help us in this cause.

A guest from London

Nimmy Aunt is staying with us for the last couple of days, she's visiting Bangladesh after more than a decade. Their family got very close to ours when my parents went to London for higher education. My bro and sis have some great memories with Nimmy Aunt (I don't, cuz I wasn't even born back then. Damn!), that's why they are really happy to spend some time with her, chatting about those days in London. I wish I was there with them too. May be someday we'll visit London again (and this time I'll be there with them) and be her guests instead.

Net woes gone

The internet connections were bugging me. I've tried 'em all since I came to Uttara. First we tried 'broadband'. It's between the inverted commas because it's actually slower than dial-up (believe it or not). The reason for that is, most of the broadband providers in this country split up a single 256/512 kbps broadband line among 60-100 subscribers! So the share of the bandwidth that you get is miserable. So, bye bye 'broadband'.
Then I tried dial-up. There are some very attractive packages on the market currently, and I've used them a lot during the last 1.5 years. They give you 100-110 hours for a month just for 300 bucks. Sounds great, until you check out the speed, which is slower than a snail I guess. Moreover, the Fiber Optic cable connection of the country gets snapped every now and then (I don't know why that happens). So working on the net meant hitting the reload button over and over again until finally the page you want arrives (not without errors in it). 'The information superhighway' became a narrow alley with a lot of junk. Being frustrated with all this, we tried Dhaka Phone's internet connection, they are the first private land phone providers in Dhaka city. Their speed is better than dial-up, but the problem is their rate, 0.3 taka/minute, which is quite high if you want to use internet for long sessions.
And then finally we decided (me and my father) to try Grameen Phone's internet. The unlimited connection costs 1000 bucks per month, i.e. no limitation on the amount of usage. My uncle's company (Knittex industries Ltd) is a corporate client of GP's Business Solutions package. In that package, unlimited internet costs 850/month. So I decided to take a SIM and try. I was not disappointed. The speed is fair enough and connection seems reliable. By the way things are going, I think I've finally found a long sought solution to my internet woes. I needed to solve the problem quickly as I'm currently working on 'AUSTronics', the first ever online magazine for the EEE department of our university. Now that I've got a good enough connection, Inshallah I'll be able to work without much trouble. Alhamdulillah, I'm back on the highway!

Sunday, December 09, 2007

The Merit List - Revisited

The merit list for the semester final of 2nd year 1st semester was out today, and Alhamdulillah I stood 11th! It was a bit unexpected, but thanks to Allah, my name's on the list. I strongly believe that this is a direct gift from Allah, as I'm sure I don't study even as much as 1/3 rd of anyone else on that list. I was on the merit list of the very 1st semester as well, I stood 5th then and got 18000 bucks. Then 1-2 was not so good, and I was way out of the reach of scholarship.
For the whole 2-1 semester I never thought that I have any chance of coming up with a good enough result. Even after I gave the final exams, I wasn't hopeful. But the results showed that most of the students ended up getting low scores. My score in Mechanics is what I think was the deciding factor, and also CSE, on which I got A and A+ respectively. Anyway, It's great to be back on the merit list. Moreover, Inshallah I'll get 9000 taka as scholarship! My family is ecstatic, especially my mom and my sis. Thanks to Allah for everything.

Sunday, November 18, 2007


Thursday, 15 November, a date which the Bangladeshis won’t forget soon. It was a day of disaster, of destruction, of death. The coastal districts of the country were already on the highest alert from the previous night, warning the people of the ferocious cyclone ‘Sidr’, and thousands were evacuated from their homes to safer places. The cyclone, hell bent on destruction, made landfall in the afternoon, starting from The Sundarbans, making its way towards the coastal districts. As it moved over our land, all that it left behind was a trail of devastation. It grew ever more powerful as it drew towards the land, and when it hit, it was at the peak of its strength. ‘Sidr’ means the eye, in this case, the eye of destruction. Wherever it went, nothing was left of the place. Just as I am writing this, over 2,000 are already reported dead, and according to the Red Crescent, it’s being expected that the death toll may even rise to a staggering 10,000. For those people, it took their lives, and for those who are living, it took away everything else. People who got away with their lives returned to barren land. Their countless homes ravaged, roofs blown off, the fruit of their labor, the corn fields turned to dust. Many lost their families. The fisheries, which are the main means of income in the southern parts of the country, all washed away. These people now don’t have anywhere to stay, no ground under their feet upon which they can stand again, some don’t even have a shoulder to cry on.

The disaster wasn’t over yet. The next day the whole country went a hundred years back in the past, as the national electricity grid became dysfunctional, twice. There was absolutely no power throughout the country, partly because of the grid failure, and also the fact that the electric lines were cutoff in the southern region by the cyclone. Electric poles were broken off, or the lines were disrupted by falling trees. No electricity in this age means the civilization becomes more helpless than the ancient ages, as we are now entirely dependent upon it. We were feeling it too. As the sun went down, we had to switch to candles, as our IPS couldn’t provide much backup anymore. No one could charge their cell phones, and moreover, by night most of the mobile networks of the country were also out, as it ran out of backup power. No light, no TV, no cell phones, it was like we were all back to the dark ages. It was really a horrifying feeling of helplessness, the kind of feeling we’re not much used to.

As there was no electricity the whole day, we couldn’t see the news. Saturday when the power was back on, we got our first glimpse of the ferocity of this calamity. I saw the news at evening, and the images that I saw were indescribable. The destruction that was caused throughout the countryside, it was as if some child had desecrated his plastic toys with his bear hands. Homes lay in piles of debris, rice fields worth crores ravaged, humans, animals lying dead on the ground, floating dead on the water, and the millions homeless under the sun. They don’t have shelter, food, drinking water, medicine, spare clothes. Everybody saying, as if in chorus, “there’s nothing left”. I’m not an emotional person, and I’m not used to crying, but scenes like these brought tears out of my eyes. We don’t have the slightest idea about the despair of these people.

Barisal and Bagerhat are my Dad and Mom’s hometowns respectively, both suffering the severest onslaught of this killer calamity. An uncle from Bagerhat told us the day after the disaster that they haven’t seen anything like this ever. None of the trees or the electrical poles was standing up, other than the structured buildings, none of the houses were left unharmed, and it might take as much as a whole week to restore power. It’s as if the single purpose of this whirlwind was the desecration of civilization.

There are things to be learnt from scenarios like this, which most people don’t learn at all, or just overlook. All these lives, properties, homes, the fields, and all the immense hard labor and struggle we put behind them, are so fragile, that years, or centuries of hard work can turn to dust in just seconds. It just proves the point that all the effort we give for any worldly possessions have no value at all. The only thing that matters is what’s going to stay with us forever, and that is whatever we do only for the sake of Allah. I don’t mean just the prayers, but anything we do in our everyday life, with the purpose of gaining Allah’s satisfaction, within the guidelines set by Him, and keeping ahead as the goal not this world, but the afterlife. The only money that’s worth earning, is the money that we save in the afterlife’s account, the only home that is worth building, is the one in which we’re going to have to live for eternity, the life which we’re meant to live, is the life according to Allah’s will. With these eye opening calamities, scenes of disaster, moments of misery and despair, Allah wants to guide us towards the Truth. But for many of us, our eyes still don’t see it.

Now, after such a national tragedy, it’s our duty, as Muslims, as Bangladeshis, to do our best to stand beside the distressed. The relief work at hand is astronomical, and although the government is going to apply its full power to provide aid as fast as they can, but without the help of the common people, this huge task is not possible. So we should all ask Allah for help and do whatever we can, no matter how small, to help the country out of this crisis. May Allah forgive those who have lost their lives, may Allah help those who are still alive, may Allah help us to stand beside them, and most importantly, may Allah give Guidance to us all. Ameen.

Wednesday, November 07, 2007

Back to the class - End of happy days

Classes of the new semester started a couple of days ago. It means I'm back to that disgusting back breaking routine. It means getting up real early, catching a bus to karwan bazar, going through the classes, then walking back to farmgate, waiting for a bus (and that can be pretty long), and when it arrives, literally fighting for a place, most of the times, just to stand, getting a rickshaw back to home. And after such toil, I'm also gonna have to finish all the lab reports, prepare for quizzes and do other childish homeworks. And this same routine goes for most of the next 3 and a half months. Even thinking about it makes me sick. Wish me luck.
I'm really getting frustrated about the way the days are going nowadays. I mean, I've spent the whole 40 day semester break in front of my pc. Yes I do love that but for how long? I want a real change in my lifestyle. I don't mean doing new things on the net or learning some new software, I mean a REAL change. I'm fed up of this monotonous boring cycle. I think I'm very near my boiling point and if this continues much longer, I might just go mad. Allah save me.

Monday, October 22, 2007

About the days of the break and the new site

I'm spending this semester break mostly in front of my PC. A few weeks ago I updated my personal website, giving it a much simpler look than before. I had to create the banner and title bars for the site in Photoshop and Flash. Click here to check out the site in its new look.
Then I started working with a whole new site. Bhaia's got some cool models of cars and bikes, I took some pictures of those before. This new site is based on those photos, and I also took some new photos. I did put quite a lot of effort to this site. First of all I created the banner, and then the buttons. I also used photoshop to put the pictures in frames. And I gave attention to making the site organized and well navigable. I hope I was able to do that. Check out the new site, and tell me what you think. Add your comment in the site's guestbook.
My classes are supposed to start from the first week of November. So, a few more days left to enjoy, and after that, back to those back-breaking days of study.

Saturday, September 29, 2007

Sleep well Shelly Apu

My cousin Shelly Apu died yesterday. Don't have much to say about it, because I don't know what to say. Her father died just a few months ago. Then two months back she got married, and we were so happy about it. But unfortunately the end was not so well. The whole family is in a state of shock. These are all tests upon us from Allah, but I fear big tests, as we are really bad students. I really don't know what to write here, so I'm signing off. May Allah keep her soul in peace, may she sleep well. Ameen.

Thursday, September 27, 2007

I'm Freeee!!!

Yup, the semester finals are over. Most of those were just okay but the last one (C++) was pretty good, Alhamdulillah. Well, I'm free now, but don't have much to do. The word is that we are getting a pretty big break this time , for about 45 days or more. Most of the time these breaks go away wasted. The last break was good though, we went to Bagerhat, and I also learned the basics of Flash. I hope I could use this break pretty well. I planned for a long time to get a new PC, but that plan has reached a complete standstill. Anyway, Allah will give me what's best for me in the best time. So may Allah give Barkat in my semester break. Ameen.

Saturday, August 25, 2007

Stuck in the curfew

There's been a great unrest throughout the country this past week. It all started with a simple feud between some students of the Dhaka University and some military personnel from the DU military camp. Students from all over the city, and then from all over the country got crazy and started raising hell all around the country, breaking cars, houses, literally doing whatever they want. It was a complete pandemonium. Most of these people were not students at all, these were political street thugs who finally had something to do after such a long time. So as the streets were getting out of control, the government ordered a curfew in six divisional cities of the country. That did the trick. The whole country was at a complete standstill.
Wednesday was the first day of curfew, and I went to the varsity to submit some papers. After I was done there I was going to my friend's place at Green Road, and on my way I saw that there was havoc on Farmgate, usually that's the place where I get my bus home. I thought I would go home from Dhanmondi, but when I got there I saw the whole street completely empty of vehicles and people walking. Some tires were being burned on Science Lab. I knew straight out that there was no chance of getting home that day. I went to Mu's (my aunt) house and stayed put. Meanwhile my bro was also stuck in Rifles Square. I called him and he also joined me at my aunt's place. Curfew was announced later that day, and we were stuck. The stay was pretty good actually, my aunt Mu did her best to make it feel like home.
Next day the curfew was eased for three hours and mom came with our car to 'rescue' us. We were home in time for Asr prayer. A different experience for me it was. It wasn't bad, but different. Well, you need those in life, right?

Sunday, August 19, 2007

On Allah's path, with my father

This day was pretty memorable. The Jamaat from our mosque are staying at a mosque in Kuril for three days, starting from Friday. Last night, by Allah's will, my dad suddenly decided to go there and join the great work for a day. I didn't expect him to make such a decision. But no one knows what Allah wishes. So today after lunch, me and my father went to that mosque and joined our Jamaat. After Asr we went out for Gasht (to invite people to the mosque), and my father was there with us. I did the part of inviting. After Maghrib we listened to the discussion. And then after Isha we came back home.
It might not sound much to you, but I know how big this is for me. It teaches me a lesson. We always think that we can predict everything. We judge the future with reference to the present situation, and we forget that Allah can do whatever He wants. He can bring about things we never even imagined, He can make changes to the world within a blink of an eye. All we have to do is have some faith, and never stop praying and trying. May Allah open up our eyes to the Truth. Ameen.

Roller-coaster of exams

The last two weeks have been just that- a roller-coaster of exams. I had to give 14 exams in the last two weeks, including a Friday! Plus, the classes were on too. Thanks to Allah I made it through pretty well, most of those exams went good. Now we have a two week break, well, not a break actually. It's the PL - Preparatory Leave, to prepare for the semester final which starts from 1st September. I'm really concerned about one particular subject - Mechanics. May Allah get me through those exams nicely. Remember me in your prayers.

Monday, July 30, 2007

All the best Mrs.Shelly !

Alhamdulillah last Friday my cousin Shelly Apu finally got married. Her marriage was long due and we are all so happy to celebrate this ceremony that we were praying for so long. May the blessings of Allah be with Shelly Apu and Dulabhai, and may Allah keep them in the right path.
Shelly apu used to take a lot of care of me when I was just a child, I loved to stick to her all the time (although I don't remember much now). So I pray to Allah from the depth of my heart for a magical marital life for Shelly Apu.
(And I also pray that my other 'young' cousins and especially my 'young' brother also gets married very soon. Ameen)

My personal website

I've been working on my website in googlepages for the last month or so, and now it's in a stable position I think, although it's being updated almost regularly. Click here to check out the site.
I submitted my site to the google page creators group and many liked it, especially the animated banner at the header, which I did with flash (I'm so happy that I finally got a chance to show off what I learned with flash during the last semester break). Send me your comments, good or bad, and drop a few lines on the guestbook.

Monday, June 25, 2007

Students on strike

The students of AUST are on strike for the last 2 weeks demanding the shifting of the university to the new campus and 21 other points (that's a lot, to be fair). Well, the demands are logical. Important points include improvement of lab facilities, library and teaching staff. The authority being scared of the revolt turning violent, has declared the institution closed until further notice. There's supposed to be a meeting between the students and the authority today, don't know how it's going. My friends are getting scared of a semester drop, and some are really considering credit transfer. Well, for my part, I'm enjoying my leisure, hehe. Honestly speaking, I never loved studying. If there's a semester drop, I'll welcome it!!

Tuesday, June 19, 2007

Fupa Passes Away

A few days ago my mejo fupa Mr.Akkas Ali passed away to the world from where no one can return. He was suffering from various diseases for the last 2 years or so. The last days of his life were of great struggle. He was admitted in the CMH (military hospital). May Allah forgive him and make his grave a piece of Jannah.
It's been long since any close family member died, actually 32 years long. My grandfather died way before I was born. I've never someone being buried before. I went to burial of fupa. It's an experience like no other. This man was among was a few days ago, he used to talk to us, eat with us, go the mosque. And yet there he was being put down inside a hole in the ground, covered in plain white, by his own sons, and then being buried alive. I don't know how his sons felt, I don't want to know. I imagine how it's possible to leave someone in his grave who used to love us so much, and whom we loved so much as well. Yet, this is life. Once you are born, you must go as well. May Allah give Hidayat to us all before our time comes.

Tuesday, April 24, 2007

Mission Bagerhat

Just came back from my three day tour to Bagerhat, my 'Mamabari'. It was great to get out of Dhaka after so long. We (me, my mom, my sis and Hilu Bhai) went last Thursday on the 19th of April and came back yesterday on the 23rd. The stay was great. We started for Khulna in a Volvo Exclusive bus from Dhaka. The bus started at 10:00 in the morning. It stopped at a rest house at Faridpur at noon. We reached Khulna at about 4:00pm and from there headed towards Bagerhat by a rent microbus. We reached our destination at 5:00pm. The journey was pretty pleasant. The bus was really cool and comfortable. The next day me and Hilu Bhai went out on a rickshaw after Fajr. We went to see the 'ghers' of Alap bhai.Those were really nice to look at. We also saw one of the two new bridges built over the Doratana river. The river looked great in the early morning sun. That day there was a party arranged for the occasion of Akika of the newborn son of Golap bhai. Quite a big arrangement was made and the turn up was good also. Invitations was for lunch. On the evening after Maghrib me and Hilu bhai again set out on a rickshaw tour. This time we went to see the other new bridge. We stopped our rickshaw at a distance from the bridge and enjoyed the view and the breeze. Later after Isha we all including my Maami and Golap bhai went up that bridge. We went on a van and the journey was really fun. It was quite relaxing over the bridge with the cool breeze and the gentle night sky above. The next morning we two again took a rickshaw ride for about half an hour. Sunday was also very eventful, although we didn't take the rickshaw ride at the morning. Some orphans from the Madrasa and some poor kids were invited to have lunch. It was nice to serve food to them. We went to the famous Rahat Hotel, which is managed by our favorite aunt Nuri khala. The afternoon was simply great. We four and Maami and several others went for a boat ride. Other than the deafening sound of the diesel engine, the boat journey was awesome. The boat went up to the bridge we visited earlier and went under and around it. It was fascinating, and I don't have the ability to describe it perfectly. It seemed that Monday came too early, because I didn't want to get back to the cage called Dhaka. Our return bus was scheduled to leave from Khulna at 11:00am. It was hard leaving Bagerhat and our caring and loving Maami. But we had to leave anyway. We reached Khulna bus terminal on time by the same microbus. The return journey was also pretty pleasant.The only problem was that we had to wait for about one and half hours to get on the Mawa ferry. We got back home at about 7:00pm. Well, If you ask me, I want to go to Bagerhat again right now! Click Here to check out some pictures from the tour.

Thursday, April 19, 2007

3 Days (Not Nights)

A three day Jamaat went out from our mosque on 13-15 April. Alhamdulillah I joined the work all the three days, although I didn't stay at night. The jamaat went to Masjid e Noor at Malibagh. There's also a Madrasa there. Our Amir for the jamaat was Pinu Bhai. He was really helpful to me all three days ( Pinu bhai if you are reading, Jazakallah). I really enjoyed the time. It must be mentioned that on the third day we went to the Madrasa to talk to the students. It felt really great to be among them, I really felt honored. May Allah give Tawfique to us all to stay on Allah's path.

Cool Air & Cool Bike

Well, this post was long due. Few weeks ago Thanks to Allah my Dad got me an air cooler for my room. It's a split type 1.5 ton unit. It's working real good. And a few days later I got a bicycle! Yeah that's been on my wish list for a long time and finally I got it. The bikes really cool and good looking and Inshallah I'll post a picture soon. So two great additions to my life, Alhamdulillah.

Monday, April 02, 2007

At the beach! (and flying a kite)!!

Yesterday afternoon I went for a walk by myself on the nearest beach :)). It's actually a place the government is filling up with sand by dredging to make new residential areas. Well, that's as close to a beach I can get now. Anyway, I stayed there for the whole afternoon after the Asr prayer up to Maghrib. I sat there at the bank of the canal for sometime looking at the setting sun and its reflection on the water ( I thought it would bring out the poet in me but it didn't). I walked in the sand bear feet, and honestly I was enjoying the time with the constant cool breeze. And just before I started on my way back I came across a kid flying a kite, I told him I can't fly a kite, honestly I never tried before, and the boy laughed at me. So I thought I should give it a shot. So I took the string from him and flew a kite for the first time in my life (fireworks in the background please). It's not that hard actually, all I was doing was holding the string. Anyway, inspired by this remarkable (!) achievement, I'm thinking about flying kites more often.

Saturday, March 31, 2007

Phew! Exam's over

Thanks to Allah the unbearable 2nd semester final exam is finally over. It was a mess this 2nd semester. I didn't understand the classes quite right, our schedule was continuously hampered by the then dirty politics of the country, and the immense pressure of 23 credits, I'm so happy it's finally past (well, actually the result isn't out yet so can't say it's really over though). The exams went pretty much as expected. Math and electrical were not so good, physics and chemistry were good enough and electronics was somewhere in between. No hope about being in the merit list this time, hehe, I'm gonna be happy just to make it through. But who knows? Allah is powerful over all (even the result sheets).

Tuesday, February 20, 2007

After 11 Years

Ashique was probably my first close and best friend in school, in life. We used to be inseparable. He left school after class 4 or 5. We last met in 1996. After 11 long years, we met again yesterday. He called me a couple of days ago, he got my number from another school friend. He remembers everything about me. I used to miss him a lot. From his words it seemed to me that he missed me all the while more than I missed him. He went through some tough times but now he is in a stable condition. It's great to find him again. Hope we will stay in touch from now on.

Now That's Where I Belong

From 31 January I had the privilege of being present at the second largest Muslim gathering after the Hajj. Yes, I'm talking about the Tongi Ijtema. I anticipated it since the last one. I didn't stay at night, but I regularly attended the lectures of the elders. The place is huge, infact, if you haven't been there yourself, you have no idea about the magnitude of the place. The huge space is actually not enough for the magnitude of people who stay there. When I look around there, I see people from all over the country, from all fields of work. I see people who work in huge multinational companies, who earn tens of thousands, at the same frame I see people who live from hand to mouth. I see students, doctors, engineers, politicians, beggars, businessmen. But they are all living in the same state there. They are having food from the same plate, drinking water from the same glass, standing in lines to get to the toilet. They are living the same life there. The rich have left their luxurious apartments, their multi-million taka bathrooms and have come here to live the same life as a begger who's sleeping right next to him. People speaking in their various dialects, but speaking the same things, speaking about Tawheed, Risaalat, Aakhirat, encouraging each other to go out in Allah's path. It is assumed that about 20 lakh people gathered there to stay, but there's no hassle, no quarrel, no mismanagement. Everyone has a tendency to listen to others. By being there one actually gets an idea about
how the Muslim brotherhood should've been like. Muslims from rest of the world also were there. Everyone was there sacrificing there time, their luxury, their money only to be there and listen to the advices of the elders and prepare themselves to dedicate their lives for the Deen. I look around, amazed, and feel that yes, this is where I belong, this is where Muslims belong.
Last month I also had the opportunity to work for the Ijtema. There is no particular leader in this massive task. Everybody is a leader, everybody is a worker. All working together, ordinary people, make this huge task possible without any hassle. It shows the power of unity that we lack in our everyday life, which makes our life harder. Listening to the bayaans of the elders of Tabligh is really an opportunity that I cannot afford to miss when it comes by. Their words inspire us to obey the Deen that Prophet Muhammad (S) has shown to us, the Deen which the Sahaabis (R) practiced perfectly. It's not like they tell us to leave everything worldly and only to pray and weep. They preach the actual Islam, which says that anything we do in our life, if we do it according to Quran and Sunnah, it will be counted as worship of Allah. It's about trying as hard as you can and depending only on Allah and not on your efforts. It's possible to write volumes on this issue so I'm not writing any more. These bayaans inspire us to stay on Allah's path 24x7. May Allah give Tawfiq to us all to stay on Allah's path till death.

Tuesday, January 02, 2007

Friend Wanted

Friend. Isn't that someone who's supposed to cry for your sorrow, rejoice for your happiness? Isn't that someone who would share the same views with you? You probably have a lot of friends then, who you can share your life with.
There is always some chief goal in your life, a chief concern or target. A subject that drives your thoughts and guides your life. To some it's music, to some it's politics, or to some it's love for a 'special person' etc. This is the center point around which one's life and thoughts rotate. A friend is someone who you share these feelings with. I see most of the friend circles sitting and chatting about music and movies, or gossiping about their love lives, discussing what their loved ones said to them last night, or how they looked. So they have a common center point around which they themselves move and they share it with each other, so they are friends.
Now, in this generation, if your center point of life is Islam, you're really lucky if you can find yourself a friend who shares the common point with you. Those who live in the hostels or dormetories often find themselves a suitable friend circle as there are so many different kinds of people there. I know brothers living in hostels who have found themselves an Islamic minded circle, who think alike. I really feel jelous of them sometimes, because for boys like me who study at university going from home, it's hard to find people who share the same views and to spend time with them. In my case, I don't have a single friend who thinks as I think.
I go through a lot of tough times because of being a bit religious, facing problems from family, society etc, and I don't have anyone to share it with (except my sister). Those whose chief concern is love get to share their sorrows of being dumped by their girlfriends with others, but as for me, there's no one who can lighten my load. Those who don't have the same problem have no idea how painful it is. It's not that I'm totally neglected in the class or that I sit alone in the corner, I have classmates and they do like me. We do chat together and help each other in studies, but they are not my 'friends', got it? They don't share my views. They lead a totally different lifestyle, their goal in life is way different than mine, way different. Even the friends I consider as my closest friends are so much apart from me in mentality.
Not being able to share is a hard thing to do. What am I supposed to do in this situation? I know the answer myself, it's Daawat. By Daawat only can I change the world around me. But I'm quite inexperienced. Even for Daawat I would like a partner which I don't have. I lack courage. I pray for courage to Allah. I pray to Allah for a true friend. I know Allah is one's best friend, Who knows everything even if you don't say it. He knows my situation and this is a test from Him. I pray to Allah for strength to pass this test. I pray to Allah for a true friend.