In the same neighbourhood.

 I think it's good if relatives, siblings, or friends live in the same neighbourhood. Then, whenever you cook something that turns out very well, you can send a sample cup to them just to enjoy together. They sometimes might share something with you, too. If you need to go anywhere, you can ask for a ride if available. You can keep your kids at their house, or they can keep their kids at yours if they need to go somewhere urgently. It's also good for mental health. However, they all need to have good terms with one another. Otherwise, this can be the most tremendous pain in life.

So, when you have good terms with someone, you can make a plan to rent or buy houses in the same neighbourhood.

Biography 284: Shafinaaz watched the movie.

 Shafinaaz was my best friend in primary school. During those days, I was studying at Kamalapur High School. After a weekend, Shafinaaz said she went to watch a Bangla movie in the cinema hall with her family. The movie was "Banjaraan." The main actress was Shabana. Shafinaaz said she liked the movie. She even used to sing (hum) the song "Amra to banjaraan, dekhabo naach gaan" for the next couple of days. 

I didn't watch the movie or listen to the song, but I guess it must be a good one since Shafinaaz liked it. I don't know where she is now. I hope she is having a great life.

Facebook Friend Request

 Facebook always recommends friends' IDs to whom you can send friend requests. Earlier, whenever I found any known person, I sent them a friend request. Most of them accepted, some didn't accept, and some declined. I didn't mind. It's their choice. Just get to learn who looks friendly to me but doesn't want to accept my friend request.

With time, I have understood that I shouldn't disturb people. So, I let people stalk me without any disturbance. I only accept friend requests from the people I know and ignore those who irritate me.

My enemies are my fans.

 People say, "to keep your friends close and enemies closer."

My life is going totally different ways. My enemies are my real fans. They might block me or never accept my friend request. But they will visit my profile regularly. Sometimes, with fake IDs. Just wanted to know what I am doing. And if I am doing any good, they will feel jealous and try to put me down repeatedly. Gang up against me so that no one can do any good to me or can ever communicate with me. But They, themselves, can't stop looking at me. Real fan. They knew very well that I had some qualities (Which I couldn't find) that would take me up from them. So, they don't take any chances and always keep an eye on me.

I don't have any friends. Some people were good to me, and I can say they were well-wishers. They stay out of my life. Don't want to get themselves in trouble. Don't want to go against the enemy gang. Or afraid to. They visit my profile once a month, once a year, for a couple of years, or not at all.

I didn't do anything. Both of them choose to live like that.

Biography 214: Tuheen

 I have a classmate at the University named Tuheen. I have always seen him with Jamal (another classmate). One day, I heard Tuheen can cook. In Bangladesh, it's rare. Boys generally don't know how to cook. We were not close, but I knew he was a good man. Today, I didn't come here to talk about him. 

At work, I met a girl named Tuheen, Khaleda Sultana Tuheen. She is small in size, she has beautiful big eyes, and her skin colour is very beautiful, yellowish. No, I didn't notice the skin colour at the beginning. A boy (Maybe Reja) once asked me to look at her skin colour. I saw it, it is really very beautiful. Then I told him, you are married, what are you looking at other girls. He felt embarrassed and said, no, no, I just wanted to show you, that's it. Now I am thinking, why did he show me? I should have asked that question at that very moment.

But I started liking her for another reason. When I first noticed her, she was talking with our trainer. She was such a fearless, jolly lady. She laughed and enjoyed music while working. She was in her own world. She didn't bother about others' thoughts. Later, we became close when we started eating lunch together in our common restaurant.

We started talking and sharing about many things. She was there whenever I needed anything to do. She kept me company in many things. We used to take lunch or snacks outside. Once, I made a travel plan with her and visited Rangamati. It was a great tour. We also joined a boat tour organized by my younger sister's college.

As we were close, we shared many personal, sensitive things. I was OK with everything. But she felt a little uneasy when sharing family problems with me. It's nothing new; almost all families face this kind of problem. But she started making some distance. At least, I think that is the reason.

Later, she asked me to arrange another tour with her to a new place. But I became busy with work and other problems and somehow couldn't plan a tour. Now I am thinking, why didn't she plan one? Why always do I have to take all the initiative?

She is now a successful entrepreneur in Bangladesh. She has worked with environmentally friendly goods and has sold them. I don't know if she had the option to sell those products abroad. I wish she had.

I have met three wonderful ladies in my life. They are beautiful in mind, body, and work. I really feel bad when others, especially boys, don't see those beautiful qualities in them. "Tuheen"is one of those ladies. I have never said her, but I genuinely believe she is one of the most wonderful people on this earth. Love you, my friend.

Biography 112: Chhobi

 Chhobi, she was one year senior in school. We use to go to school together. Many people thought we were sisters. Because she was a tall girl, 5'7" and my height on those days was 5'4" (Now 5'5"). Our skin colour is dark brown and both of us liked to read books (Not academic books).

Most of the time I have seen her collect the book of "Sheba Prokashoni". My choice is always with varieties Sharat Chandra, Sattyajeet Roy, Humayun Ahmed etc. I even like comic books like "Nonte aar Fonte".

I use to go to her home to collect storybooks. At her home, she had a huge book collection. Probably her brother made that. I use to bring 6 to 10 books at a time. Read them as soon as possible, returned them and again brought some more. One day my mom stopped me. She thought I am going to fail in school or something like that. She asked me to return everything and never bring any book again. I didn't. At least from her home. But I had collected from other places in small numbers so that my mom won't notice. That worked.

Her home and my home were very close. She use to come to our home then we together took a rickshaw to go to the school. Sometimes, if I became a little late she had to wait in our living room. My dad use to be very angry with me. He said, "She is senior to you and you are making her waiting." Well, I didn't do it intentionally. When I got ready early I use to go to her home and wait and again we together took a rickshaw. I think in the morning I use to pay and on the way back home she use to pay to the ricksha puller.

The best time we had together is on the rickshaw. We use to talk. About so many things. But not about the school. We had a beautiful different tiny world together. Like which road is high from the ground in Dhaka city. In the Olympic game welcome ceremony who wear the beautiful dress. Most of the time we had different opinions and we use to debate (Never fight) on it.

When I was in grade 5, our classes use to finish 30 minutes earlier than the rest of the school. I had to wait 30 minutes for her. But I was never bored. I use to play in the school and utilized the time. When she left, I became alone in my school journey for one year.

After her school, she uses to buy pickles of "Chalta"/Elephant Apple every single day. I liked to have the variety in food. She always offered me the pickles and once or twice I have taken them from her.

One day we were coming back from school and she was enjoying her pickles as usual. We were on the rickshaw. There were two boys in a different rickshaw were on the road. Both rickshaws were going side by side in the same way. One of the boys started talking asking pickles from Chhobi. "Hey, it's not good eating alone. Share with us, please give me some of it, why are you so rude..."

I didn't like their disturbances, but didn't say anything or react. I looked at Chhobi. She had no reaction in her face, just enjoying the pickles as she always does.  I was surprised, I keep looking at her, is she listening or not! Her poker face has no sign of reaction. The boys kept continuing their verbal attacks.

Chhobi finished her pickles, which were on a white paper. Some pickles juices were on the paper left. Suddenly she spread her hand outside and said," Nen, khaan"(Grab and eat). Both rickshaws were moving forward. Our one was a little forward than theirs at that moment. The paper with juices fly away and drop on the boys (Who were talking) white shirt. The juice colour was on his shirt. Everything happened in a moment.

The boy was surprised and screamed, What! Does anyone do like that! Our rickshaw puller understood the situation. He pulled the rickshaw as fast a possible and we were somehow flown to our home. I laughed out high. She kept her face the same. She said to me, "Why are you laughing so much. He wanted some and I gave him."

Oh, she was such a funny girl. I went to her home when her father died. It was a very sad moment. We didn't talk much. The last time I met her was in our area. We were walking on the road. In those days, I think she got married and started living in Narayanganj. She has already become a doctor. She said she is going to get training on Altra sound.

Now we don't have any contact. I wish I could find her on Facebook. At list a tiny relation I want to keep with her. I don't like to lose good people in my life.

Biography 111: Masuma Khatun

 I was in Majhil Govt Girls High School from grade 5 to 10. In this period my best friend was Masuma Khatun. She used to live in Kamalapur. In her childhood, she had polio, so her one arm was not working properly. She was a very nice person, soft-spoken and honest. We always use to sit together.

As our house were far away, according to kids. We never visit each other's house. Maybe that's why now I have no communication with her. The last time I have seen her was after getting admission to Dhaka University. She said she is on the waiting list. As her marks are good, probably she will be called.

We get separated from the college (Grade 11). When I went to the Viqarunnisa noon college and She got admitted to the Matijhil Ideal College.

When I first sat beside Masuma in grade 5, she was crying. She said the person who used to sit beside her didn't like her. That girl put a mark on the bench and told her never to cross that line. She felt like she is not likable to anyone. Well, Allah knows, no one knows this feeling better than me. From the very childhood I use to see, no one likes me. And now I have accepted that situation everywhere.

I said to her, never feel hesitate to sit anywhere on this bench. It was a two-person seated bench with a desk. I use to share everything with her. Well, I didn't have much. She did that too with me. When we were in grade 10, one day she brought some notes on Islamiat subjects to me. She said her older sister has collected these. If you read it you will get a letter mark (80%), guaranteed. I didn't believe her because I knew, I don't read. But I did go through some of it and got a letter mark in the SSC exam. So, she was right.

Her father was a doctor. Her mother was from the original Dhaka (Dhakaiya). She liked me because I was kind of from Dhaka too (Bikrompur).

I remember one day she told me, she doesn't like to study, but when her maid (Having a maid is a very usual thing in Bangladesh) put everything in the proper place, she felt like taking a book and studying. Well, I didn't have that luxury. I use to do everything by myself. And I never liked to study school books.

Later I tried to find her a lot. I have searched on the net, Facebook. But she became disappear from everywhere. I wish I know where she is, how she is.

A sweet old Bangla song of friends

Here is the Song

 মাস্টার সাব আমি নাম দস্তখত শিখতে চাই

My teacher I want to learn name signing

কোনদিন কেউ যেন বলতে না পারে

No body should be able to say
তোমার ছাত্রের বুদ্ধি নাই মাস্টার সাব

that your student has no brain.

রহমত ভাই তোমায় নাম দস্তখত শিখাতে চাই

Rahamat brother I want to teach you name signing
রহমত ভাই তোমায় নাম দস্তখত শিখাতে চাই

Rahamat brother I want to teach you to name signing
কোনদিন কেউ যেন বলতে না পারে

Nobody should be able to say
তোমার কোন বিদ্যা নাই রহমত ভাই

You don't have any knowledge, Rahmat brother
মাস্টার সাব আমি নাম দস্তখত শিখতে চাই

My teacher, I want to learn name signing

বিদ্যা বড় অমূল্য ধন, সবার চেয়ে দামি

Knowledge is priceless, it's the most expensive thing
তোমার কাছে পড়তে এসে জেনেছি তা আমি

I have learned this after coming to you to study

লেখাপড়া শিখে তুমি মানুষ যখন হবে

After learning reading and writing, when you will become a man
মরে গেলেও দুনিয়াতে মনে রাখবে সবে

Even if you die, the world will remember you
শিক্ষা দীক্ষায় বড় যারা

Who are great in knowledge
দেশের দশের মাথা তারা

They are the head of all people of the country
এই কথাটি কাজে-কর্মে মনে রেখো তাই

So, please remember this in your work
ও রহমত ভাই

O Rahmat brother
ও মাস্টার সাব আমি নাম দস্তখত শিখতে চাই

My teacher, I want to learn name signing

বন্ধু বল ভাই বল তোমায় ভালোবাসি

You can tell me, friend or brother, I love you
সকাল বিকাল তোমার কাছে তাইতো ছুটে আসি

Morning or afternoon that why I come to you

তোমায় ছাড়া আমাদের আর দুঃখের দুঃখী নাই

except you, I don't have anyone in my sorrowful life

যেমন আছি সারাজীবন তেমনি থাকতে চাই

Whetever I have I want to live like that
যাব না তো তোমায় ফেলে

I won't live you ever
একটি মায়ের দুটি ছেলে

We are the brothers from one mother
দুনিয়ার লোকে জানবে সবাই মোরা দুটি ভাই

People from the world will know that we are two brothers

ও রহমত ভাই

O Rahmat brother
মাস্টার সাব আমি নাম দস্তখত শিখতে চাই

My teacher, I want to learn name signing

মাস্টার সাব আমি নাম দস্তখত শিখতে চাই
কোনদিন কেউ যেন বলতে না পারে
তোমার ছাত্রের বুদ্ধি নাই মাস্টার সাব
রহমত ভাই তোমায় নাম দস্তখত শিখাতে চাই
রহমত ভাই তোমায় নাম দস্তখত শিখাতে চাই
কোনদিন কেউ যেন বলতে না পারে
তোমার কোন বিদ্যা নাই রহমত ভাই
মাস্টার সাব আমি নাম দস্তখত শিখতে চাই
রহমত ভাই তোমায় নাম দস্তখত শিখাতে চাই
ও মাস্টার সাব আমি নাম দস্তখত শিখতে চাই
রহমত ভাই তোমায় নাম দস্তখত শিখাতে চাই

Biography 80: A friend from grade 2

 I have studied for 3 years in our neighbourhood school. I placed 2nd on the final exam of Grade 2. 

The first boy was very popular in the school. Everybody knew he is a very talented boy and looks very cute. I remember one day a parent came to our class to talk to the teacher. They found Sumon who was submitting his classwork to the teacher. They said that he is very cute and hold his chin and smiled at him. In that position, he kept talking with them. I was laughing, they are treating him like a 3 years old boy.

 Sumon was very frank with everybody. I mean with both boys and girls. I think he is the only boy to whom we all the girls use to talk. In that school, most of the students were from nearby houses. So, in the afternoon when go out to play, we meet with many of them. One day I and Buri (She is from our class) were talking in the playground. Sumon came to talk with us. I don't remember why both Buri and Sumon started arguing and trying to pull each other's legs. Buri showed Sumon that he has a hole in his shirt near his underarm. Sumon didn't agree to accept it as a fault, he told her that is to get some air inside the body in this hot and humid season. Sumon also told Buri, even she has holes in her dress. Well, there were some, those were frock designs. But Sumon isn't ready to accept that. I remember I was just laughing and listening to their conservation.

One day Sumon declare in the class that he loves Buri. Buri felt really embarrassed. Even when we grow up, I mean when we were in the 10th grade, we use to make fun with Buri by saying Sumon is her soul met.

In Bangladesh, parents always try to put their kids in a better school. On those days in our neighbourhood, there is another school which is known as a better school. So, Sumon's parents moved him to that school from grade 3.

Within a year, we moved to our own house from the rented apartment, in the same area. Then I don't remember after how many years maybe 10 or more, I saw Sumon and his family became our neighbour. We didn't talk but I have seen him a couple of times from our window. Then they moved somewhere else again.

My cousin use to live with us. He knew Sumon. He told me that Sumon has joined the organization directed by professor Abu Syed. My cousin also joined there. Then Sumon's academic results went down. I never expected that. I thought he is a scholar and will always make good academic results.

Then no connection for a long time. One day I found him on a TV program. He was presenting a program related to ghost stories. It was a quite popular program. I understood, he has started showing his quality.

Then again, long time no news of him. I moved to Canada. One day I found him on FB. He is living in the USA with his wife and daughters. Now a day, I can see his talent with his writings on Facebook. He is my only friend who is from grade 2 and which I'm still connected with.

Biography 49: I thought they are a thief

 In our block, a Pakistani family lived. They had 3 kids. As far as I could recall the names Omar, Chanda and Kiran. Kiran was the youngest daughter of that family. There could be another boy, I am not sure. Their parent has some good relation with Teena's family. So, they use to come to Teena'a house. One day Teena told me that they steal. So, Teena decided to stop them from coming to Teena's house.

As a friend, I believed Teena, though I didn't see anyone steal. It's part of friendship. When a friend says anything bad about anyone, all other friends believe that. Now I know, this attitude is so wrong.

Anyway, Teena locked all the doors and stand on the roof. Those kids came. Wanted to come into the house. But Teena said, No, you guys steal, I won't let you in (In Bangla). They replied, "Hum chory nehi korenge (We won't steal, in Urdu). We don't speak each other's language, but we understood that conversation pretty well. Teena argued, "Na, tomra chury koro (No, you guys steal)", in Bangla. They have asked many times, waited for a long time. But Teena was very strict. At that time, as a friend without knowing anything I supported Teena. Maybe they came to Teena's house several times. But Teena never let them get inside.

From the bottom of my heart. I'm saying sorry to them. I wish I could stay neutral.

Teena had thousands of toys, she breaks and lost them many times. Teena's parents always suspect others. My mom told me they suspect me too. Many times Teena's dad came to our house walk around and look for something. As my mom warned me, I never touched any of her toys. Though my parent didn't buy me any toys. I wanted toys badly. But steal, I didn't touch others. I'm still like that. No matter how badly I want something, I don't say anything.

Biography 48: Teena

 In my Saudi Arabia life, Teena was my best friend. We were living in the same compound in different houses. Both her parents were doctors. She was very beautiful, like her mom. She had a younger brother, named Faisal.

Both of our parents use to work full time. So, the whole day we stayed together and play together. She liked me. She told me so. Let me give you an example of her likeness.

During her aunt's marriage ceremony, they went to Bangladesh. Over there whoever says anything, she uses to reply, "Shimul apa says this thing should be done like this..... etc". Everyone became curious, who is this Shimul apa. Teena's mom replied, "Shimul apa is her Guru!"

Teena knew only one word in Arabic, "Keeda" which means, "This way". With this one word and her body language, she could explain the whole scenario. 

One day Teena's dad bought her a bicycle. I didn't know or didn't put any importance on it. But my parents thought, now I may feel bad, if they don't buy any cycle for me. So, my dad took me to the market. We were living in a small town. And in the market, my dad couldn't find any other bicycle for me but the one Teena bought. She was younger than me, so it was her size. My dad looking for something bigger but a kid's version. But none was available. So, he had to buy the same one for me. I had ridden that bicycle with the training wheel on.

Here I want to give a suggestion to all parents. If you really want your kids to learn to ride a bicycle, remove the training wheels. Otherwise, no matter how much they practice, they will never learn to ride a bicycle, like me. My mom brought that cycle to Bangladesh. It was used for kids generation after generation. My younger sisters and brother use it. My brother removed the training wheels and he is the one who learnt to ride a bicycle. Then next generation, our kids also ride that cycle, including my son Shafeen.

We returned to Bangladesh from Saudi Arabia before Teena's family did. One day Teena came to meet with us with her family. She stayed with us the whole day. In the afternoon her parents picked her up. That was the last time we met. On those days, whenever I felt upset, I wished to go to their house, but I didn't know where they live. Later I heard, they went to the USA.

Biography 08: Dry skin

 In my childhood, I spend most of my time by running, jumping and climbing. It was difficult for me to sit or walk. I didn't want to waste my time by taking care of myself. So, elders faced so much trouble to make me take a bath, comb my hair or any other personal care. Taking lotion or cream stayed far away. Then I faced the consequences. Some skin problems started on my leg, below my knee. It looked really bad. People can easily notice as I use to wear frocks. My mom noticed and put some medicine on it. It recovered, without keeping any mark on my skin.

But it took a while to recover. During that time, kids, kind of banned me in the playground. They played with my older sister. One day I was standing at the side, while other kids were playing. They directly told me, we won't play with you because of your problem. Then a little girl, named Lucky came to me and hold my hand. His brother was also there with other kids and my sister. He told her, "What are you doing? Can't you see her condition?" Lucky looked at me and said, "It's OK. I will play with you. Let's go!" I smiled and run with her to another place and we started playing. After that, we became a very good friend. She is the only person who stood up for me against every single person including her family. We had a small group of 3/4 years old kids.

But my luck was always the same. Nobody stayed in my life. On those days we use to live at South Komlapur, Dhaka. Lucky's brother's name was Russel (Probably). They moved to some other place and I have lost my best friend forever. Still, whenever I feel alone, in my mind I hold my little friend's hand and say, let's play.

Later I have started work in offices. Most of the day I had to stay in a air conditioned room. That makes the room a little dry. So, again I have faced skin problems on legs. This time I went to a skin specialist. They told me, my skin is dry. So, the whole year, I have to put lotion on my skin. Every time I wash my legs or take a bath, I have to put lotion, otherwise, it will create problems. I have followed the doctor's recommendation and my skin problem was gone.

When I have decided to live in Canada, I knew I will again face problems with my dry skin. And yes, I did. Now after every 6 hours, I try to put lotion on my skin. To make things better, planning to move to British Columbia. Where I will get rainy weather. So, I am assuming that will be good for me.

Friend, for ever

I always wanted a friend, who’s brain IQ will be matched with mine. I like intelligent people. No, there won’t be any test. You can feel this, when you talk with someone. Someone makes you feel that you can talk about anything with them, you can share any good or bad news, that person can help you or at least give you suggestion. That person will be there for you always. You can call that person anytime, anywhere by asking for help or just for hangout.

But in real life, the people who were in that position, didn’t stay, didn’t tell me why they left. I assume I had irritated them too much or couldn’t full fill their expectation.

So bottom line is, I don’t have any best friend.

Friends who left

If you find that your friend left you, just because they heard something from outside, didn’t care to talk with you. Then trust me, they never meant for you. The truth is, outsiders rescued you by taking them from you. There is a saying,” It’s better to have an intelligent enemy than a stupid friend.”

Making friends.

My best friend, Shafeen.

Making friends is not my thing. If I say I don’t have any friend, will you believe that? I have friends in FB, in real world too. But They are not like with whom I can talk about anything, or ask anything from them, neither they do this with me. I never had close friend. Wait, I had, then he became my boyfriend and finally husband. Now father of my son. Now I have two friends in my life, my son, and his father. Because I have deeper relation with them. But if I look at my social life. I am antisocial person and I don’t have any friend. I like to talk with people, I like when they visit my house, and like to join them when they invite me. But somehow again, there is always a distance, and finally those people get away from my life. These things teach me, how to live alone, if there is no one to help you, help yourself. Live happy by yourself. It’s not that bad. People can survive without a friend. Though I never wanted to be like that.

বন্ধু (Friend)

[English version has given below]

শুনেছি, ছোট বেলায় নাকি আমি খুব মিশুক ছিলাম, যে কারো সাথে বন্ধুত্ব করতে পারতাম। আমার তো মনে পড়ে না। বরং সব সময়ই আমার মনে হয়েছে সব জায়গাতেই সবাই কিভাবে কিভাবে যেন গ্রুপ করে ফেলে, আমি একা হয়ে যাই। কারো সাথে কথা বলতে বা মিশতে আমার কোন অসুবিধা হয়না। তা সে যে ধ্যান ধারনারই হোক না কেন। তাহলে যখন সবাই দল বানায়, আমি কোথায় থাকি?

এইচ এস সি পাস করার পর কলেজে কিছু বান্ধবি, (যারা একসাথে স্কুলেও পড়েছিল,) এক জায়গায় হলাম। কথায় কথায় বললাম, কিভাবে বান্ধবী বানাতে হয়? রপি বলল, এটা কোন ব্যাপার? একজনকে টার্গেট করবা, তারপর তার কাছে গিয়ে পিঠের উপর বিশাল এক থাবরা বসিয়ে দিয়ে বলবা, আরে দোস্ত! কি খবর? তারপর ঐ মেয়ে যেখানে যায়, সব সময় পিছে পিছে সেখানে যাবা। বাস বন্ধু হয়ে গেল। তারপর ও যাদের সাথে মিশবে, তোমারও তাদের সাথে মিশা হয়ে যাবে। হয়ে গেল দল।

আইডিয়া পছন্দ হলো। তবে একটু সেনসর করে পিঠে বাড়ি দেয়ার চিন্তাটা বাদ দিলাম। ইউনিভার্সিটিতে এভাবে আমি বন্ধুত্ব করার চেষ্টা করলাম। চেষ্টা সফল হলো। আমরা ৩ বান্ধবী সব সময় এক জায়গায় থাকতাম।

[২৯ শে জানুয়ারি, ২০০৮]

I have heard, I was very good in making friends. I could make friendship with anybody. Well, I can't remember that. What I found, everywhere all people soon make their own group and I left alone. I really don't have any problem to talk with anything about any subject. I don't create trouble about what they think. Then when they made their group why I became left out?

After passing HSC exam, some of my school classmates enrolled in the same college. One day we were talking together and I asked, how to make friends? Ropi replied, "It's not a big deal. First target one, then you should go to them and hit on their shoulder (Back side) and say, hey friend. then go with them wherever they go. Soon their friends will become your friends too." I liked this idea. Well, I had to make little sensor about hitting on someone.

In the University, I have applied this method and you know what, it worked. On those days, we 3 friends always use to stay together.

[January 29, 2008]

Follow your friend, follow only good things

Shafeen playing with his elder cousin bro Tameem

Every person has some good quality and some bad. People, especially kids get influenced by others very fast. So, whenever they meet someone they start taking or following them. They can’t make the difference between the good and bad (who can), they just follow. So, whenever your kid meets a new friend he will have some new good things with some bad ones. Now it’s your duty to make the difference and try to remove the bad things from your kid. Oh Allah, why raising kid is so difficult?

Are you thinking to make any id “unfriend”? Then think twice.

Are you thinking to get rid of something and want to make them “unfriend” in “facebook”? Think twice. Because once you make them unfriend you can’t block them at all. After making “unfriend” their stories only remove from your “news feed” page. Anytime if they want they can visit your page and see what you keep as public and you may also go and visit their pages. Both you and them can comment, like or share any story of your or them. And you can’t stop it no matter how you want later, because you can’t block each other.

Another thing, once you “block” any facebook id, both you and they won’t see each other’s movement. In any weak moment, you might want to see what are they doing, you can unblock them, and can see what is happening. Then what? No you can’t block them now. Now both of you will be like “unfriend”, only each other’s news won’t show on your news feed.

Same situation you will face in Yahoo messenger too.

Every relation has some expectations, some boundaries and some accepting level.

Every relationship has some expectations, boundaries, and accepting levels. But these are not the same for everyone and may vary between people.

My favourite and most comfortable relationship is friendship. I love them. I care for them. Whether they like me as a friend or not, I will help them (if needed) as much as I can. They all have negative and positive things. Some of them take hard drinks, chew tobacco, cheat, steal others' money, and have different views on many things from different religions; some don’t believe in religion. I like them all for their many positive things. Indeed, I won’t like to see them doing my “not favourite” things in front of me, but I won’t break my friendship. I really want my friend to be with me, always.

The most flexible relation is parent-child relations. No matter what you do, your parents or your child may forgive you and will always love you. Again, there are many differences here, too. Some parents may forgive and try to save their child even after the murder; some parent may kick their child out of their life if they get married by themselves. In my case, my parent accepted my choice. Though they didn’t like it, they didn’t give me any single objection. Even now, they don’t ask me once why I live like this.

The most restricted relationship is marriage. Some couples are very flexible with each other, some not. But in most cases, nobody will allow cheating, bad behaviour, etc. I guess my husband gives me flexibility in many areas because I never force him to do anything. Even if that breaks my heart, I will never stop him. He is like a free bird.

But there are limitations to everything. I have patience, but that has a limit too.

Why so less faith?

Generally I found that people like me, when they talk with me, see my work etc. But some times I don’t know why, some people just start trying to make me fall in bad situation. I really don’t know why these make them so happy….

What they do…. they start mixing with all person who like me, and start making bad comments, bad fun on me. I really surprise to see that they (who are making bad comments) change their (who liked me) minds. Who so? Why people so easily (just hearing bad from others) change their mind on me? Why so less faith on me?