Bismillahir Rahmanir Rahim.
Assalamu Alaikum wa Rahmatullahi wa Barakatuh. Dear friends, how are you all? I hope you are well, I am also well, Alhamdulillah.
The topic I will share today is,
My three-day tour is still in Jonaki Jale Part (4)
If the word is hard, then those who have been hurt in the heart will forgive on their own merits. However, a polite offer to them, as they remember, in this country, bus passengers are burned alive by bombing and setting fire. Those criminals are still safe. This unnecessary embarrassment of capturing video images is sitting on the passengers in the middle. As the car passed Jatrabari, that horrible incident seemed to come alive in front of me and my chest was pounding. The demonic incident happened here a few days ago and just at night. The whole bus and all its passengers were reduced to ashes in front of hundreds of people.
Driver Saheb Lebase 'Charmonai', but he also had to play a dhumdharakka Hindi cassette. Our month is February, the song is Hindi, the language seems to be Bengali. With a few more elements, we are Bengali, or Bengali and Kangal. That is why there is so much rubbish in our lives. Politics, culture, economy everywhere. So when I go out on the street, I have to put up with it. But when the tolerance limit was exceeded, I went to the driver sometime later and asked if cotton could be found. He understood and advised to do dhikr. Big Neck 1 Mashwara, so I observed, and. Surprise! I got the fruit almost immediately. Cotton was arranged.
In other words, the call of the song became crippled. It can be a miracle for someone's life. I told Atiqullah, you can at least call me a driver or not. But in his other smile, it seemed that there was a third J claimant of Buurgi. But that's only for two hours. During the journey to Comilla, when the cassette started playing loudly and loudly, the masala of Bujurgi was over. One thing is for sure,
The human eardrum is now quite strong.
Thanks for bothering to read my post.
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