Sayeeda_sofia

Sometimes I feel like we have hope 🇧🇩

The fact that he calmly listened to me yapping in a room filled w hundreds of ppl says a lot about his personality 😭🎀

Anyway, dekho tomader fundamental responsibility ami palon kore dilam by questioning the system. I think every constituency should hold a seperate town hall council meeting, really connects the administration and the ppl.
Thank you Honourable State Minister of Primary and Mass Education for inviting me.

𓆩𝓣𝓲𝓵𝓸𝓻𝓪𓆪 custom blouse o banay pathaise also pls should we make a law to make sure all men stay at home? Bashay theke kaj korbe baire gelei to onnoder gaye hat diye beray.

সময়ের সাথে সাথে আমাদের সহ্য ক্ষমতা হারিয়ে যাচ্ছে । করো একটা কথা মনপুত হলো না, ব্যস ব্যক্তিগত আক্রমণ করে বসি। সেটা ঘর হোক, কর্মস্থল বা রাজনৈতিক ময়দান 😭

The 13th-century mystic Jalal al-Din Muhammad Rumi fundamentally shaped world literature by transforming poetry into a universal language of divine love, inner awakening, and ego dissolution. His masterpieces, such as the Masnavi and the Divan-e Shams-e Tabrizi, introduced rich allegories, rhythmic couplets, and raw emotional honesty that redefined mystical and lyrical traditions across global literary landscapes.

Performed by dear Humaira , she is good at everything she does❤️

Wandering souls, Feather - (2-3 minutes),

Theme : death and grieve. Wandering souls- That sudden glimpse of the co**se stuns me. Yet I continue to move on pedaling away my path from the co**se. Many questions arise “ Why did fate lead me to the co**se? maybe it’s God’s telling not to forget your place”. The place where I could’ve been living
lying in the corner, waiting for the flesh to be diminished. Only the soul that remains, which wanders aimlessly to see those next in line. “Laughing, smiling and crying but still breathing, haven’t been caught yet in the trap of innocence”.

A feather fell from nowhere, An uninvited visitor, A glint of a smile appeared on my face, I looked above hesitantly
A vast, hollow sky, nothing in sight, The gleam of excitement fades instantly, What remained was a droplet of hope, Disguised as an illusion driven by loss, Mementos keep replaying in my head, Striking rays of sunlight were embedded in those eyes, Its stare made a catastrophe turn into bliss, That fleeting moment felt eternal, Time was merely a stone. Even the sky denied it; who was I to pretend? The touch of the feather reminded me of that ghost, Who was soulless to the world and dearest to me, Days went by, The feather is still there breathless.