I should not think that it would be possible for anyone to do a painting if language were like a painting. Every day, someone adds a new color—a strange expression, a funny word, a sentence that makes

There is a “NO PARKING” sign in front of our house. It is a simple sign, with only two words, but sometimes I feel that it has become the most ignored citizen in our neighborhood. Every morning, cars,

I’m an engineer. Not the kind who builds giant bridges or tall buildings. I engineer my life every single day. Every morning I wake up and try to fix small problems around me. Sometimes the problem is

Sometimes I sit quietly and think about the culture of Bangladesh. Then I unknowingly think, “I am really very cultural.” This feeling comes not from pride, but from a deep love for my roots, traditions

I didn’t go there to see him. I went there to end it. The bus stop was crowded, like always. People coming and going, buses stopping, horns everywhere. But somehow, everything felt distant. He walked up

We have all thought at some point or another—“If only I had more money, how much easier life would be.” This thought is very natural. Because real life does not go on with nice words, but with bills,

I have been thinking about a topic for a long time, what can you really recognize a person by? Appearance? Speech? Money? Education? No. I think that a person is best recognized by his behavior. Someone

As a child, we all dreamed at some point—if I had a superpower! Some wanted to fly, some wanted to become invisible, some wanted such power that they could solve all their problems alone. At that time,

Today is the Night of Power. This night seems different to me than any other night. Not much changes around me, but what changes inside my heart. Today, I feel like Allah is very close. Even if I am silent

Some days the body speaks slowly There are days when I open my eyes in the morning and realise, 'Today I have to live a little differently.' The body then becomes its own. It does not want to accept what

The man who changed my life, but not for the better. There are some writings that make my hands tremble when I sit down to write them. Because not only memories but also broken trusts are hidden there.

Today I will talk a little about one of my favorite plants. The name of the plant is Crown of Thorns, another name is Euphorbia milii. The plant has many thorns, but still it blooms with small beautiful

Hive.blog is a bit like a diary for me. If I write here, I feel like no one will ask questions, no one will ask for answers. I can remain as I am. That is why I am still sitting here writing, although

Mathematics was never a common subject in my life. It was like that relative, whom you had to smile politely whenever you saw, but deep down you thought—“Why did you come again today?” My relationship

These days, it seems that I am no longer asleep—instead, sleep has swallowed me up. Daylight is now a fleeting glimpse in my life, a little yellow color that enters through the crack in the window. The

It took me a long time to understand the truth that death is not just the end. Before, I thought that death meant stopping breathing, closing my eyes, the end of everything. But with time, I realized that

If the story of my life began anywhere, it was with my mother. The first face I saw after coming into this world, the first voice I heard—all were my mother's. Even after all these years, I feel that no

When I look at myself, I think—how many times have I minimized my dreams. How many times have I thought, “It won’t happen to me,” “Can I do it?”, “It’s not for people like me.” But the truth is, I don’t

Midnight doesn't just mean sleep. Midnight means alone time with yourself. When the lights around you go out and the noise subsides, the mind suddenly wakes up. The things that are suppressed during the

Life is like a strange game. There are many boxes in front of us—some shiny, some ordinary, and some you don't understand what's inside. Every day we decide in some way or another—whether to make a deal