Happy family (one) Mofizul Islam
Happy family (one) Mofizul Islam
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With a heart full of joy, I express my gratitude to the great creator Rabbul Alamin, whose grace and boundless kindness has crossed all levels of self-expression and the novel called 'Sonali Sansara' has seen the light of day. Blessings and peace be upon the beloved Prophet Muhammad, the Messenger of God, whose golden married life is worthy of emulation and imitation by all.
'Sonali Sansar' is my first novel. How it is or whether the novel can be called a novel is the responsibility of the readers. But I can say it emphatically, there was no fault in my efforts to make Sonali Sansara beautiful and happy in all aspects. Moreover, apart from Muhtaram Adari Sahib, I have shown the manuscript to some other learned persons and made changes, expansions and refinements according to their suggestions. Even so, I would be very happy if the learned readers could write two columns highlighting the good and bad aspects of this novel. As well as in writing novels in the future
Masum-Farhana is the main character of this novel. They are the center of golden world. Among them is the husband-wife relationship. I want to show in this novel, if husband and wife are devoted and supportive of each other, not only peace comes in family life, but the people of society also benefit to a great extent; Many lost and lost people also find the way; Motivated and encouraged to follow religious precepts.
I am eternally grateful to those who have helped me in various ways in writing and publishing this novel. I will not be able to repay the debt of Maulana Muhammad Mustafa Sahib, the owner of Islamia Qutubkhana. Because he was the first person who particularly inspired me to write novels. He even took me with him from a bookstore in Banglabazar and bought a novel worth more than 700 taka from his own pocket. His contribution will never be forgotten. May Allah reward everyone well. Another thing. It has been decided to organize the opinion section of the 17th volume of Hridoy Gale series only with poems. So all kinds of poets, big and small, are requested to send poems as soon as possible. And yes, the prize will not be limited to the first 10 people or 1 book but everyone will be given a double gift, i.e. two books each. Finally I end here wishing everyone all the best.
Praying
Muhammad Mufizul Islam
Date 12/11/2005 years.
That day was full moon. A busy night. Nazia is sitting alone on a stone block next to the fountain. The candlelight is creating a beautiful rhythm in the water of the fountain. The sweet smell of flowers spread around the garden. Nazia is reciting a verse of the Holy Quran over and over in her mind. The melodious sound of her melodious voice echoes throughout the house.
Nazia is now at her husband's house. The house is quite big. A bit far from the road. Walls all around. A beautiful garden is on the left side of the road after entering through the gate. Also the shower. Nazia's father-in-law Jamil Sahib is a pious and tasteful man. During the construction of the house, he has taken care of the light and air as well as the curtain-pushida aspect.
A little earlier, Nazia performed the Isha prayer. At the end of the prayer, Kaymanobakye came out after praying for her husband. Mr. Jamil went out with his wife for an urgent job. not back yet He said while going, wife! We will be back a little late. Be careful.
With a heart full of joy, I express my gratitude to the great creator Rabbul Alamin, whose grace and boundless kindness has crossed all levels of self-expression and the novel called 'Sonali Sansara' has seen the light of day. Blessings and peace be upon the beloved Prophet Muhammad, the Messenger of God, whose golden married life is worthy of emulation and imitation by all.
'Sonali Sansar' is my first novel. How it is or whether the novel can be called a novel is the responsibility of the readers. But I can say it emphatically, there was no fault in my efforts to make Sonali Sansara beautiful and happy in all aspects. Moreover, apart from Muhtaram Adari Sahib, I have shown the manuscript to some other learned persons and made changes, expansions and refinements according to their suggestions. Even so, I would be very happy if the learned readers could write two columns highlighting the good and bad aspects of this novel. As well as in writing novels in the future
Masum-Farhana is the main character of this novel. They are the center of golden world. Among them is the husband-wife relationship. I want to show in this novel, if husband and wife are devoted and supportive of each other, not only peace comes in family life, but the people of society also benefit to a great extent; Many lost and lost people also find the way; Motivated and encouraged to follow religious precepts.
I am eternally grateful to those who have helped me in various ways in writing and publishing this novel. I will not be able to repay the debt of Maulana Muhammad Mustafa Sahib, the owner of Islamia Qutubkhana. Because he was the first person who particularly inspired me to write novels. He even took me with him from a bookstore in Banglabazar and bought a novel worth more than 700 taka from his own pocket. His contribution will never be forgotten. May Allah reward everyone well. Another thing. It has been decided to organize the opinion section of the 17th volume of Hridoy Gale series only with poems. So all kinds of poets, big and small, are requested to send poems as soon as possible. And yes, the prize will not be limited to the first 10 people or 1 book but everyone will be given a double gift, i.e. two books each. Finally I end here wishing everyone all the best.
Praying
Muhammad Mufizul Islam
Date 12/11/2005 years.
That day was full moon. A busy night. Nazia is sitting alone on a stone block next to the fountain. The candlelight is creating a beautiful rhythm in the water of the fountain. The sweet smell of flowers spread around the garden. Nazia is reciting a verse of the Holy Quran over and over in her mind. The melodious sound of her melodious voice echoes throughout the house.
Nazia is now at her husband's house. The house is quite big. A bit far from the road. Walls all around. A beautiful garden is on the left side of the road after entering through the gate. Also the shower. Nazia's father-in-law Jamil Sahib is a pious and tasteful man. During the construction of the house, he has taken care of the light and air as well as the curtain-pushida aspect.
A little earlier, Nazia performed the Isha prayer. At the end of the prayer, Kaymanobakye came out after praying for her husband. Mr. Jamil went out with his wife for an urgent job. not back yet He said while going, wife! We will be back a little late. Be careful.
Apart from Nazia, there are now her two children named Taher and Tamanna and her son Sohail at home. Taher and Tamanna fell asleep after eating. So the house can be called a kind of solitude. And Nazia has used the opportunity of this solitude. He was reciting in a slightly loud voice. At the same time, she was eagerly waiting for her beloved husband.
Nazia's husband's name is Masum. He taught in a madrasa. It has been 10 days since he went to Pabna for Bangladesh Qaumi Madrasa Education Board (BEFAC) examination. The exam ended yesterday. Today he is returning home. He called his wife at noon and told the news.
Nazia is waiting for her husband with a heart of desire. A strange feeling in his heart today. A kind of madness has engulfed his whole heart. His heart and mind were dancing with an unprecedented joy.
Nazia got married when she was a student of Kuduri Jamaat, Dhaka Golapbagh Women's Madrasa. Even after marriage, she did not stop her studies. Due to his strong inclination towards studies, he studied for four more years and completed the hadeeth with the permission of his parents-in-law and husband. Being the best student in the class, everyone adored her. Elderly with affection
Seen and respected by the younger ones sincerely. And he also spoke to everyone with a smile and politeness. Apade would go ahead in danger. If a student did not understand reading or someone asked a reading, he would explain it beautifully without feeling any resentment. When a student fell ill, Jan would serve her wholeheartedly. He gave water on his head. Medicines were administered on time.
He used to wash clothes. He even used to eat with his own hands. If the sick girl was poor, she used her own money to buy food and medicine etc. In short, not only as a good and talented student; She was loved by all for her beautiful, gentle, elegant and graceful manners.
The verse that Nazia was reciting repeatedly while sitting on a stone block in the candlelight was Surah Rum, verse 21. Every time he recited Ayat Khana, he felt better. His radiant face grew brighter with endless joy. The meaning of the verse which he was reciting in a monoharini tone with all the sweetness of his heart is-
"One of the signs of Allah, the Exalted, is that He has created for you mates from among yourselves, that you may be at peace with them, and He has placed between you mutual love and kindness. Verily, therein are instructions for those who think. 1
Being a madrasah student, Nazia understood the meaning of the Quran. When he was reciting the verse, its meaning and meaning kept coming to his heart. He was thinking that the first day I read this verse in class before marriage, I understood its external meaning but did not understand its meaning.
But now........ Thinking so much, he himself was ashamed and lowered his head.
Nazia has not seen her husband for ten days. The sweet call of her husband did not rain sudha in her heart for a few days. But ten days seem like ten months to Nazia. Time does not want to run out. Although the first two or three days did not feel so bad, as the days progressed, the moaning and emptiness in the heart seemed to increase by leaps and bounds. Especially after receiving the call at noon, these few hours do not want to end.
How many things Nazia remembers today while waiting to get close to her husband. How many memories, how many scenes are peeking in the mirror of his heart. Thinking about these things, he has become restless.
Nazia suddenly got stuck in one place while turning over the pages of memories. A scene flashed in his heart, and he remembered an incident that he still couldn't forget. You can never forget. In fact, the meaning of the verse has become more apparent to him today as he remembers the incident.
When Nazia got her husband close to her on the last night, when she was resting her head on his chest and dreaming of future happiness, she heard this incident from her husband.
Nazia's husband Masum is a very good man. He also married Nazia with a dream. His only hope is to create a nest of happiness with his wife Nazia, which has few precedents in today's world. Build a golden family from which other couples can also take inspiration.
Masum said in a happy moment in Basar night, Nazia! Although I don't want to waste time telling about any incident on this sweet day today, I can't help but say it. But I believe, you will like the words too. Will you listen?
Nazia is now free with her husband. Shyness and inertia have gone long ago. He said, of course you will. You will want to say something, and I will not listen, it can never happen!
Naziad's house is in Mourail village near Brahmanbaria railway station. Although their main house is in Panishwar village of Sarail police station, ten years ago, his father Ismail Khan came here and bought land and built a house. The house is surrounded by flowers and trees and is not far from the station. Train passengers can easily see it by looking through the window.
Masum-Naziya's first night after marriage was spent in this house. Masum was very happy with his wife's words. He said, Nazia! You are not only beautiful to look at, but also beautiful to speak.
Nazia said, pray, may Allah make you beautiful at work. May I depart from this world by serving you, keeping my heart happy - I always wish this to Rabbul Alameen.
May Allah fulfill your heart's desire, saying this Masum pulls his wife closer. Then continued to say-
Nazia! My auspicious marriage of yours was completed yesterday on Sunday. You know that too. At first I wanted to return home after the last prayer on Monday. Then I will meet you when God willing. But after the marriage ceremony was completed, as time went by, the unrest increased. I spent the night in some kind of confusion.
After the Fajr prayer, the restlessness increased. Prayer on one side, you on the other. I fought a lot with my mind. But in the end I lost to him. My mind said, it will be late at night when I return home from the Ijtema field after the last prayer. Then there will be no time to go to the in-laws. So forced to wait for the next night. Nazia's moon face is so late, can you bear it?
This restlessness of my mind also appeared on my face. I consulted with some close mentors. They have sensed my state of mind by looking at my face. So he said, take so-and-so and go home now, we will return after the last prayer, inshallah.
Hearing the words of the sages, the mind was filled to the brim with joy. Dua came for them from the bottom of the heart. I did not delay getting permission. Immediately I came to Tongi railway station.
Little by little there was news of intercity trains. I went to the counter and asked the ticket seller, brother! Will the train stop at B, Baria? He said, Amnito does not stop but will stop on the occasion of Ijtema.
We believed the man and waited for the train. After a while, the train came. There were not many people in the car. We quickly got up and took our seats. The train started moving. After a while, I asked a passenger sitting next to make sure, brother! Will this train stop at B, Baria station? The man bluntly said no.
A small 'no' from the man made my heart tremble. The color of the face changed. But I was a little reassured by thinking that the man might not know that the Mahanagar train will stop at B, Baria on the occasion of Ijtema.
But after a while I believed that the man was right. Because when the guard was asked about it, he gave the same answer. Other passengers also said, this train will not stop anywhere before Laksam.
I told them, we have been told from Tongi station that this train will stop at B, Baria and other places on the occasion of Ijtema.
They said, "Whoever told you this said it without knowing it well."
I said, what can we do now?
People said, now there is nothing to do. If the train stops at Laksam, you have to return home by train or bus.
Nazia! When people were saying these words, the train was passing your house. I looked out the window. The chest was throbbing with pain. I stared at your house as long as I could see.
There was also a lot of anger on the machine called train. Unknowingly came out of the mind, do not see, how this cruel monster is taking me away from the beloved. I wanted to pull the chain again and again. But I couldn't. I thought, if the people on duty asked, why did you stop the train? But what will I answer?
I can't tell anyone else what a terrible pain it is to get close to you, what storm of Baisakhi is blowing in my heart world. So the train is running like mad at its own speed.
Believe Nazia! I can't tell you how my mind was then. I could never have imagined that the pull of the heart could be so strong for an unknown unknown girl without getting married. Masum stopped saying that much.
Nazia was listening to her husband's words with interest. The husband stopped short and said -
: Then?
: Then what else to do! I sat on the seat and started chanting. I accepted God's judgment from Dil. At the same time, I thought that I had come to this trouble because of going to Tongir Maidan without participating in the last prayer. Because, if the one who does the work with importance shows laxity or negligence in that work, then danger comes from God.
Since I had made Tabligh my work, I used to participate in its various programs with great restraint, when I am leaving without completing an international grand conference of Tabligh - Biswa Ijtema, without participating in the prayer, so there will be nothing.
By now the train has passed Akhaura station. He is running continuously. There are no signs of stopping. I focused on God. I remembered him with deep sincerity. I prayed in my heart -
O Rahmanur Rahim Merciful Lord! You know very well what my state of mind is now. Oh Maola! Be kind to your servant. Forgive his crime. I have done a great injustice to God by prioritizing the meeting of my beloved instead of participating in the last prayer of the World Ijtema. I am suffering so much today because of this injustice. I have faced such severe punishment.
God Almighty! you forgive me If the train really didn't stop somewhere before Laksam, then meeting Nazia would not be possible today. Oh Lord! You are almighty. You can do everything. Nothing is impossible for you God. Be gracious to Your servant. Arrange to stop the train by any means. Otherwise, you know better than I what my situation might be.
Nazia! Believe me, I was saying these words with such firm confidence that I felt that the train had stopped by God's immense power. And it happened in reality.
In the Hadith Qudsi, Allah Ta'ala says, I treat a servant as he treats Me.
This Hadith Khana was fully remembered by me. At the same time, it was also my opinion that if a servant faces any danger due to his sins and then he repents for his sins and asks for forgiveness from Allah, then, the Merciful God in His immense mercy saves him from that danger.
Nazia! You will be surprised to hear that before I finished my dua, the car came to a sudden halt at a station from where one can easily reach Brahmanbaria by tempo and bus.
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More interestingly, if the car had stopped at any of the previous 2/3 stations, it would have taken several times more time due to lack of connectivity to Brahmanbaria, though the route was shorter.
As soon as the car stopped at the station, I asked one, brother! What are the stoppages of this car? The man said - No, there is no stoppage. It seems to have stopped for some reason. I have been coming and going in this train for many days. But never stopped here. May it be good for you. You can reach home very soon.
With the help of Allah, the mind was filled with joy. He bowed his head in gratitude.
Alhamdulillah many times in my heart I thanked.
More interestingly, if the car had stopped at any of the previous 2/3 stations, it would have taken several times more time due to lack of connectivity to Brahmanbaria, though the route was shorter.
As soon as the car stopped at the station, I asked one, brother! What are the stoppages of this car? The man said - No, there is no stoppage. It seems to have stopped for some reason. I have been coming and going in this train for many days. But never stopped here. May it be good for you. You can reach home very soon.
With the help of Allah, the mind was filled with joy. He bowed his head in gratitude.
Alhamdulillah many times in my heart I thanked.
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