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Hello!!!

My dear friends!

This is @md-raju from #Bangladesh 🇧🇩

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Our family was very close to the family of Hanif Mollah in our village. Hanif Mollah was a classmate of Kalu Mollah Bapjan. Kalu Mollah died due to illness. After the death of his younger brother, Hanif Mollah loved my father like his own brother. My great aunt has made me a very nice person by caressing some of my brothers. In the Boro farm house, there is a boy in the police station. I used to go and enjoy the fruits I want. There is a big pond next to their house. There is a boat in that pond. We both used to go to their house. We always sat on the boat. From day to day, when we returned home, my aunt and uncle would give us a meal. I would listen to all the stories and songs that came there. I had a lot of friendship with them about the oldest boat in the world. They used to take me with them when they went to give. I also used to go to the river with them with great pleasure. The man left the house after the Qur'an was too late and he separated it from Bogra by air and cooked it by hand.

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My grandfather's house was in the village of Tambulkhana, 18 miles from our home in Gobindpur. Who came to our house as a bride from such a distant village, who first welcomed the bride and brought her home, who first brought us the news of the girl from the land surrounded by forests. There is no way to know this news now. I still remember one of my ill-fated uncles coming to pick me up with Suari Behara. There was only one purple Benarsi sari in my mother's cane jump. He used to go and sit in my house. Kapoor would have been given around. Mirrors, combs, oil vials, etc. are arranged in a beautiful basket. Before leaving, the village bride comes to see me. So, in the joy of going to the father's house, the mother became like a little girl. After a few words with the neighbors, the mother hurried out.

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May Allah bless you all.

Thank you all.

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