Better Life/The diary game ( on a rainy day) 22 August 2024)

How are you all?? I hope everyone is well by God's grace. Alhamdulillah I am fine too. Welcome everyone to my blog today. It rained a lot this afternoon. My two sons and boys of their age got drenched in the rain very happily today. My blog today is about my two and the rain.

I sewed a maxi yesterday. It was a mistake. I tried a lot today and couldn't fix it. So I decided to make my clothes with it. Meanwhile it started raining. My boys ran outside to get wet in the rain. I thought I would get wet in the rain today. I got wet in the yard for a while. That childhood feeling did not come. Feelings of pleasure change with age.

My sons got wet in the rain for a long time. One of my cousins ​​came home from school soaking wet. I saw standing with a bicycle without going home and getting wet. I saw the inexpressible joy in the eyes. I remembered those abandoned school days. When it rained after school holidays, my classmates would carry books in polythene bags and come home drenched. Where have those days gone? Everything seems like a dream. If I could go back to that childhood. I don't like so many problems and complications in life.

I was very sad when I remembered one thing. We are enjoying the rain. On the other hand, people in the border areas of the country have become homeless and helpless. People, animals, plants, livestock are dying prematurely. The severity of floods is increasing. Why is the world like this? The tyranny of the strong against the weak is traditional. There is no other way but to trust in Almighty Allah.

Allah Ta'ala will arrest the oppressors very soon, surround them, Insha'Allah. Children throwing mud in the rain. On the other hand, political parties are throwing mud. Everyone knows the difference between the two muds. One is pure joy, the other is the filth called politics. May Allah judge the oppressors rightly (Ameen). A Muslim's prayer is definitely accepted.

My kids don't understand politics. That's good. Islamic rule was established in the country before they grew up. My next generation should not see terrible Bengal like us. We should give the next generation a beautiful country, a beautiful future. For that we all need a collective effort.