<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629404161674394661</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:37:42.953-07:00</updated><category term='Childhood'/><category term='poem'/><title type='text'>Afrin’s Gallery</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asiaafrin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629404161674394661/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asiaafrin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Asia Afrin Anni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10889106681903439165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGxtmkgTdzM/SQqZBX14r_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/YMvX3OX1fZE/S220/GerberaDaisy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629404161674394661.post-8994161176934778409</id><published>2009-04-24T22:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T22:06:41.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop Copying</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hi everyone, we all know education has become easier than the past. But we see that in many schools, during examination, many students are being caught doing copy by teachers. They know that copying is against our rules of education and they can be expelled. But they take this risk in order to pass in the examinations without hard working. I think that copying is like an infectious disease. When a student sees other to copy and to gain good marks by copying then he feels bad and starts thinking that why he is working hard. Working hard then becomes useless to him and he also begins to copy. At that moment he does not think that he is deceiving not only education but also himself. So the parents and the teachers should make the children understand that they should work hard and not do copy besides their works because the happiness of success lies in hard working. If we start making understand it from childhood then a child will never choose wrong way for him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629404161674394661-8994161176934778409?l=asiaafrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asiaafrin.blogspot.com/feeds/8994161176934778409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629404161674394661&amp;postID=8994161176934778409' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629404161674394661/posts/default/8994161176934778409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629404161674394661/posts/default/8994161176934778409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asiaafrin.blogspot.com/2009/04/stop-copying.html' title='Stop Copying'/><author><name>Asia Afrin Anni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10889106681903439165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGxtmkgTdzM/SQqZBX14r_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/YMvX3OX1fZE/S220/GerberaDaisy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629404161674394661.post-426417667511785908</id><published>2009-03-12T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T01:25:32.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About My Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hi readers, like all I have also friends. My two friends are very dear to me and they are Momitut Dostogir Moumee and Sharmin Azad Turna. And the name of our friend circle is ‘&lt;st1:stockticker st="on"&gt;TAM&lt;/st1:stockticker&gt;’ [T for Turna, M for Moumee and A for me]. I called Moumee “Petku” and turna “Chiku” and they called me “Kiltu”. We met when we read in class 6. Our age is same. I have some other friends also. Their names are Kathryn B. Ward, Katie Zaman, Renata Avila, Kira Kariakin, Aparna Roy, Taslima Akter, Mohtarimun Nahar Bipa, Ayesha Sanjida Synthia, Faria Alam Anonna, Andyta Memory, Cassiopeia Sarker, Bushrat Alam, Rifakat Avee, Apshora Afrin, Janet Elizabeth Donoghu, Alison Aurelia Fisher, Afroza Akter,. These friends are my facebook friends. I like all my friend very much.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629404161674394661-426417667511785908?l=asiaafrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asiaafrin.blogspot.com/feeds/426417667511785908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629404161674394661&amp;postID=426417667511785908' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629404161674394661/posts/default/426417667511785908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629404161674394661/posts/default/426417667511785908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asiaafrin.blogspot.com/2009/03/about-my-friends.html' title='About My Friends'/><author><name>Asia Afrin Anni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10889106681903439165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGxtmkgTdzM/SQqZBX14r_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/YMvX3OX1fZE/S220/GerberaDaisy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629404161674394661.post-5501749550160399509</id><published>2009-02-11T21:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T21:19:57.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Teenage</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A teen is a part of youth. It is from age 13 to 19. I consider it the most pleasant time of one's life. In this time, one's wishes, passion, feelings, thoughts, consciousness rises. One hopes to do many things; being first in exams, chatting with friends every time, dreaming in tension free sense, being at large and walked around, making vanished all problems, making everyone happy, developing the country, visiting the whole world, winning the whole universe, reducing poverty, spreading sincerity among people, making educated all, doing every work honestly, removing all sorrow,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;recovering all from illness, making pollute free the environment, caressing children and the most zealous fact is to live a happy and make everyone's life happy. These sweet thoughts always make every teenager overwhelmed and inspired to make them true. Teenagers can do anything. So teenage is the best time to think, dream and make them real. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629404161674394661-5501749550160399509?l=asiaafrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asiaafrin.blogspot.com/feeds/5501749550160399509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629404161674394661&amp;postID=5501749550160399509' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629404161674394661/posts/default/5501749550160399509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629404161674394661/posts/default/5501749550160399509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asiaafrin.blogspot.com/2009/02/teenage.html' title='The Teenage'/><author><name>Asia Afrin Anni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10889106681903439165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGxtmkgTdzM/SQqZBX14r_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/YMvX3OX1fZE/S220/GerberaDaisy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629404161674394661.post-6873031057883054651</id><published>2009-01-05T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T22:45:19.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Hesitating Starting</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was the first day of 2009. I hope all my reader and the people all over the world celebrate it pompously. But I could not. It was a shocking day for me. before starting new year, I always have some expectation to fulfill. This time I also have. Such as at 12 am, my first duty is to wish Allah and Hajrat Muhammad (Sm). Exactly I did. Then I tried to sleep but could not. What I slept was in opened eyes. In morning I thought to wake up at 6:15 am as I have to wish my new born sister and parents, wash myself, say my prayer and be ready for the college. But in morning, my mother suddenly said to me, “Get up, it is 7:30 am, do not you go to college?” when I was in deep sleep. I jumped and said, “What?”. In any way I wore my uniform and began running for rickshaw without eating nothing. Luckily I got a rickshaw and my rickshaw mate also. In the rickshaw I thought to wish my friend first after reaching college. But when I reached, I heard that my friend did not come. I really felt very sad. Then I faced problem in climbing stairs. I proceeded one stair and receded two stairs only because of fast. However I could climb. Then I attended the classes properly. The sixth class was going off. So I wished to eat something. I went to our college canteen to have a vegetable roll. To buy that I gave a 100 note to the seller. He checked the note and said me that the note was fake. I became astonished. Actually on 31 December, I gave a 500 note to a shopkeeper for change. He gave me five 100 note (4 was real and 1 was fake). While going to college, I took 1 note and that was the fake note. On that day I returned the note to that shopkeeper and saw that he did not check the note whether it was real or not. After reaching home I became fresh and sit to eat. I took rice, meat and pulse. When I mixed the food, my one finger slipped and some pulse spattered over my white uniform. I rubbed the place to remove the spot. But the yellow spot became purple. I feel like crying. These things was happened with me and kept me frightening. I hope these will not happen with anyone else. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629404161674394661-6873031057883054651?l=asiaafrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asiaafrin.blogspot.com/feeds/6873031057883054651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629404161674394661&amp;postID=6873031057883054651' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629404161674394661/posts/default/6873031057883054651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629404161674394661/posts/default/6873031057883054651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asiaafrin.blogspot.com/2009/01/hesitating-starting.html' title='A Hesitating Starting'/><author><name>Asia Afrin Anni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10889106681903439165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGxtmkgTdzM/SQqZBX14r_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/YMvX3OX1fZE/S220/GerberaDaisy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629404161674394661.post-5306474040652350611</id><published>2008-12-19T00:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T00:55:50.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Necessity of Education For All</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Education is one of the human basic rights that is important for all. In this case another sentence can be said – “Education is the backbone of a nation”. From my view after under consideration this two sentences, it is proved that education is necessary for every men and women. But some people did not or do not realize it. In &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Bangladesh&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, during the pre-liberation war, only men had the right to receive education. Afterwards, women gained the right for education after many struggle. Now the situation has changed. Education has become compulsory for all. Because government knows that for developing a country, the first step is to educate the public. So most of the people send their children to school so that the children can develop themselves and their country as well. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Yet I have seen many parents who do not want to let their children to be educated and many girls and boys who have the opportunity to be educated but they do not use it properly. It is extremely a sorrowful thing that they are sinking into the darkness of ignorance. I had tried to make some people understand. But my efforts had gone in vain. So not only I but also we all should think over it. At last I want to say that everyone need education because it is important and helps us to understand ourselves in spheres of life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629404161674394661-5306474040652350611?l=asiaafrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asiaafrin.blogspot.com/feeds/5306474040652350611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629404161674394661&amp;postID=5306474040652350611' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629404161674394661/posts/default/5306474040652350611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629404161674394661/posts/default/5306474040652350611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asiaafrin.blogspot.com/2008/12/necessity-of-education-for-all.html' title='Necessity of Education For All'/><author><name>Asia Afrin Anni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10889106681903439165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGxtmkgTdzM/SQqZBX14r_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/YMvX3OX1fZE/S220/GerberaDaisy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629404161674394661.post-387101530087923250</id><published>2008-11-07T01:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T01:32:59.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Acid Throwing Menace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The wrong acts that usually happens in any corner of our country because of social deposition. Acid throwing is one of those wrong acts. It is a terror and a menace for all of us that breaks one’s beautiful dream, makes one lame and terror-stricken for the rest of life. Acid throwing is a stain, curse and uncultured revenge for a social life. It is a type of oppression. Everyday we hear the news of acid throwing. Many families were broken and many people did suicides because of it. By statistics, we found that in 2001, 153 incidents of throwing acid were happened in Bangladesh. Among all of acids, ‘Sulfuric Acid’ is more poisonous. Wrong doers use those acids for their bad intentions that science invented to do good works. Mainly the victims of this terror are women. The reasons of acid throwing are rejection in love, dissent for marriage, greed for dowry and property and former enmity. For these reasons, when anyone throws acid over a girl, her affected parts get burned and useless. Sometimes the affected part can be her face and it can be spoiled. Many affected people lost their eyes, power of hearing for acid throwing. The affected people are not responsible for their state. Our government has taken a proper step to prevent this oppression. This is capital punishment. I think the bad doers deserve it. Besides, by television and other advertisements, government is trying to increase awareness of people and reduce the quantity of throwing acid. And there are more than 220 women organizations. If people follow the rules of law and become alert, then every people can make their life heaven.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629404161674394661-387101530087923250?l=asiaafrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asiaafrin.blogspot.com/feeds/387101530087923250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629404161674394661&amp;postID=387101530087923250' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629404161674394661/posts/default/387101530087923250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629404161674394661/posts/default/387101530087923250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asiaafrin.blogspot.com/2008/11/acid-throwing-menace.html' title='Acid Throwing Menace'/><author><name>Asia Afrin Anni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10889106681903439165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGxtmkgTdzM/SQqZBX14r_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/YMvX3OX1fZE/S220/GerberaDaisy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629404161674394661.post-6989725210163490369</id><published>2008-10-30T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T23:58:43.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Effects of Poverty and Ways to remove it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Human born in this earth to live. To live, they need many things like food, shelter, cloth, treatment, education etc. these things are called basic needs. Basic needs are every people’s obtainable, their rights. But for the unfortunate, every people can not get their basic needs because they are suffering from a major problem named poverty. I saw many poor people begging, day laboring, and passing days by hand to mouth and so on. But the people are not poor hereditary. For their bad luck, they are poor. They are trying to get better their condition but could not because in any country, if a few people are conscious and the others are unconscious, then the country cannot eradicate poverty. So the poor people who are trying can not improve the condition. So the main work to remove poverty is to make people conscious about the effects of it. Our government has taken many issues to recover people’s conditions and to remove poverty such as showing the modern methods on television, help them by giving the latest ways of improving etc. besides the government, we should also think about the poor people.  I think by farming (both dairy and crops) most of the people can improve their conditions. Now many scientific methods are using on our farming lands. The uses of those methods on the lands are profitable for the users. So we should show the way to them who do not know how to use those methods on their lands. There is also some other ways to get rid of poverty and they are animal husbandry, fisheries, poultry, horticulture etc. besides this, we should also control the high birth rate, create more employment opportunities and cultivate our lands. I hope by doing these we can confiscate poverty from our country.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629404161674394661-6989725210163490369?l=asiaafrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asiaafrin.blogspot.com/feeds/6989725210163490369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629404161674394661&amp;postID=6989725210163490369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629404161674394661/posts/default/6989725210163490369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629404161674394661/posts/default/6989725210163490369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asiaafrin.blogspot.com/2008/10/effects-of-poverty-and-ways-to-remove.html' title='Effects of Poverty and Ways to remove it'/><author><name>Asia Afrin Anni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10889106681903439165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGxtmkgTdzM/SQqZBX14r_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/YMvX3OX1fZE/S220/GerberaDaisy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629404161674394661.post-4908828263339370218</id><published>2008-10-30T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T23:28:21.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure Freindship</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Friendship is a charming, sweet and noble relationship. It makes between two or many persons. If it becomes veracious and pure, then it will gain fullness. Nevertheless, to make friendship pure and veracious, a person should be good and need a person who is also good by nature to make friendship with him/her. The reason is that not every person has the ability of being a good friend. A good friend should be truthful, intelligent, brave and helpful to everyone. Besides, a good friend should be beside of her/his friends, protects him/her from dangers, and gives good advices when it is necessary. In this century, the quantities of good friends are very rare. So everybody should his/her friends by judging the qualities which a good friend should have and trustworthy. Then the friendship will become pure. Moreover, they should evaluate friendship in every time by seeing that how friends behave with and in which forms between good or bad they present themselves. Often some people get some friends who can harm them and bring them to the wrong way of life. The consequences of those unpleasant and bad friendships are very sorrowful. Therefore, every people should be careful in testing good friends and should make friendship pure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629404161674394661-4908828263339370218?l=asiaafrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asiaafrin.blogspot.com/feeds/4908828263339370218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629404161674394661&amp;postID=4908828263339370218' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629404161674394661/posts/default/4908828263339370218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629404161674394661/posts/default/4908828263339370218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asiaafrin.blogspot.com/2008/10/pure-freindship.html' title='Pure Freindship'/><author><name>Asia Afrin Anni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10889106681903439165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGxtmkgTdzM/SQqZBX14r_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/YMvX3OX1fZE/S220/GerberaDaisy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629404161674394661.post-3205330182607964286</id><published>2008-10-24T02:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T22:32:51.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journey By Boat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt; Journey by boat is really a pleasant journey. The biggest advantage of it is that it costs very few money and also comfortable. So many people make their journey by boat in exchanging of money. In our country steersmen move their boats in almost every ponds, rivers and oceans. I have a memory of journey by boat. Then I was a child and lived in a colony at Kawla (  A place of Dhaka ). At that time, houses were not such built at Kawla. Many landed properties were canals. There was a big canal between our colony and my aunt’s house ( Father’s Sister ). Even the canal is still in there but it becomes small. The canal is filled with water hyacinth and various types of fishes are cultivated there in it. The boats are driven through the open place of water hyacinth. My father took me to my aunt’s house by boat. In the first time, I felt very aafraid because when we put our legs over the stern of  boat, it started shaking because of the weight of our body over the boat. I was fear of falling into the water. But my father protected me. Slowly my fear was removed. After getting up of the boat, we sat on the deck. when all the passengers got up, the steersman started driving the boat. I stayed looking at the water through  my whole journey. Suddenly I saw some fishes jumping in the water. And I tried to catch them but unfortunately I could not catch only one. When I saw the fishes playing, I thought the canal was an aquarium. After a long time we reached our destination. I really enjoyed the journey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629404161674394661-3205330182607964286?l=asiaafrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asiaafrin.blogspot.com/feeds/3205330182607964286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629404161674394661&amp;postID=3205330182607964286' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629404161674394661/posts/default/3205330182607964286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629404161674394661/posts/default/3205330182607964286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asiaafrin.blogspot.com/2008/10/journey-by-boat.html' title='Journey By Boat'/><author><name>Asia Afrin Anni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10889106681903439165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGxtmkgTdzM/SQqZBX14r_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/YMvX3OX1fZE/S220/GerberaDaisy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629404161674394661.post-3295204279127310061</id><published>2008-09-16T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T22:52:26.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Independent Bangladesh</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;In the middle of the universe, the small country which illuminates enclosing in red and green color&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;named &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Bangladesh&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. It is enclosed in red because of the blood of the martyred freedom fighters who sacrificed themselves and &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Bangladesh&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; forms only due to their self-abnegation. And it is enclosed in green for the green environment and nature of it. About more than 30 lacs people live in this country and it is the motherland of them. It is also an over populated country. But the most important factor for us is that in the page of story, it is known as an &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;ind&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;ependent country. It is not easy to gain &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;ind&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;ependence for a country. &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Independence&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; can be achieved only after innumerable relinquishment. In the case of &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Bangladesh&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, the same thing happened. It was occurred when &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Bangladesh&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; was not separated. At that &lt;st2:givenname st="on"&gt;tim&lt;/st2:givenname&gt;e, &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Pakistan&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; was divided into two parts. One was "East Pakistan" and another was "&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;West Pakistan&lt;/st1:place&gt;". &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Bangladesh&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; was known as "&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;East&lt;/st1:city&gt; &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Pa&lt;/st1:state&gt;kistan&lt;/st1:place&gt;". The &lt;st2:givenname st="on"&gt;wes&lt;/st2:givenname&gt;t Pakistanis then wanted to establish &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Ur&lt;/st1:city&gt;du as mother tongue but the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st2:givenname st="on"&gt;Ben&lt;/st2:givenname&gt;gal&lt;/st1:place&gt;is did not let them do it. In 1952, the struggle began first by the &lt;st2:sn st="on"&gt;lang&lt;/st2:sn&gt;uage agitation. Many students of our country who protested against the &lt;st2:givenname st="on"&gt;wes&lt;/st2:givenname&gt;t Pakistanis and &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ur&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;du &lt;st2:sn st="on"&gt;lang&lt;/st2:sn&gt;uage from being our mother tongue. Unfortunately, the students got killed by police and they were &lt;st2:sn st="on"&gt;Salam&lt;/st2:sn&gt;, Jabbar, Rafiq, Shafiq and many persons. In 1969, the mass upheaval took place in our country according to the same subject of 1952. and the last battle was happened in 1971. it was our liberation war by which we got our &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;ind&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;ependence. The east Pakistanis that is &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st2:givenname st="on"&gt;Ben&lt;/st2:givenname&gt;gal&lt;/st1:place&gt;is fought the battle against the &lt;st2:givenname st="on"&gt;wes&lt;/st2:givenname&gt;t Pakistanis to make our country free. For this reason, most people of our country had to pay the cost of gaining &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;ind&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;ependence by sacrificing their lives. The battle continued for nine &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;mont&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;hs. In this nine &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;mont&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;hs, the west Pakistanis did very oppression on the Bengalis. They killed so many people about more than 2 lacs. Among them, many advisres, soldiers, poor people were killed in that war by the west Pakistanis. The Bengalis endured a lot of things. After so many hardship, lastly &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Bangladesh&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; become an &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;ind&lt;/st1:state&gt;ependent country. It is the noble deed of our freedom fighters that we now live in an &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;ind&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;ependent country. I salute and pray for them from my heart for their blessed duties that they gave us an independent and beautiful country like Bangladesh.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629404161674394661-3295204279127310061?l=asiaafrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asiaafrin.blogspot.com/feeds/3295204279127310061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629404161674394661&amp;postID=3295204279127310061' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629404161674394661/posts/default/3295204279127310061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629404161674394661/posts/default/3295204279127310061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asiaafrin.blogspot.com/2008/09/our-independent-bangladesh.html' title='Our Independent Bangladesh'/><author><name>Asia Afrin Anni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10889106681903439165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGxtmkgTdzM/SQqZBX14r_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/YMvX3OX1fZE/S220/GerberaDaisy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629404161674394661.post-8768537071227608628</id><published>2008-09-09T01:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T01:13:53.779-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>The Division of Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Night division has come after evening&lt;br /&gt;With new dreams,&lt;br /&gt;Moonlight, full moon, new moon&lt;br /&gt;Dies with many forms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sprinkle beauty&lt;br /&gt;By giving light in full moon,&lt;br /&gt;Make earth dark&lt;br /&gt;It has as much in new moon,&lt;br /&gt;Make mixed of twilight&lt;br /&gt;In the night division of moon light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You spend slowly&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes quickly,&lt;br /&gt;From tiredness, fatigue&lt;br /&gt;Make everybody free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You show after passing time&lt;br /&gt;Colored sun of morning,&lt;br /&gt;I stay waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;By looking in the east.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629404161674394661-8768537071227608628?l=asiaafrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asiaafrin.blogspot.com/feeds/8768537071227608628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629404161674394661&amp;postID=8768537071227608628' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629404161674394661/posts/default/8768537071227608628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629404161674394661/posts/default/8768537071227608628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asiaafrin.blogspot.com/2008/09/division-of-night.html' title='The Division of Night'/><author><name>Asia Afrin Anni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10889106681903439165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGxtmkgTdzM/SQqZBX14r_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/YMvX3OX1fZE/S220/GerberaDaisy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629404161674394661.post-5802181543306444412</id><published>2008-09-09T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T01:12:19.677-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Childhood'/><title type='text'>My Charming Childhood</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My childhood is the best pastime of my life. This was the time when I could do anything at my sweet will. Nobody scolds me then. I got everything whatever I wanted. I like this time very much in my whole life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In my childhood, I had done some surprising deeds that made people happy. When I was four months, I began to walk. Once my mother was cooking big &lt;a href="http://narijibon.blogspot.com/2007/09/hilsha-fish-is-our-national-fish.html"&gt;Hilsha fishes&lt;/a&gt; in the kitchen, I went there and ate a fish among them without informing her. She searched the fish but could not find. After sometime she realized that I ate the fish. At the age of 14 months, I started talking. Then I called the people ‘Gariwala’ who hawk goods in the streets and called ‘Bariwala’ who drive cars. When my mother scolded me, then I did just one thing. I took a glass of water and poured all of it over the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One day my mother put clothes in the strings on the roof of our house. I was along with my mother. Suddenly I heard the music of a song in a building. Then the commissioner of the area was going along the road. Therefore, the people of the area arranged the music on the roof of that building to make him happy. I went there alone without informing my mother and started dancing. Every people were seeing my dancing and became amazed. The condition of that place became quite. Seeing this, I stopped and started looking around. All on a sudden, all people gave clapped on my dancing and everybody was happy there. After a while, my mother took me from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On the other day, my mother put money of the rooms where we lived on the table for the housekeeper. The notes consist of 500. I took one note from there and ate it. When my mother started searching for the note, I told her everything and she began laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Another day, I concealed under the bed and was eating dried rice because I was fond of eating dried rice. My mother tried hard to find me. Suddenly she heard some sounds coming from under the bed. She looked under the bed. When I saw her, I threw all rice of my mouth on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I did these things in my childhood. My father only felt joy seeing these. He never scolded me for those activities.I keep them stored in my memory. When I get some time, I remember them and share with everybody. These memories are very valuable for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629404161674394661-5802181543306444412?l=asiaafrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asiaafrin.blogspot.com/feeds/5802181543306444412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629404161674394661&amp;postID=5802181543306444412' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629404161674394661/posts/default/5802181543306444412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629404161674394661/posts/default/5802181543306444412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asiaafrin.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-charming-childhood.html' title='My Charming Childhood'/><author><name>Asia Afrin Anni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10889106681903439165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGxtmkgTdzM/SQqZBX14r_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/YMvX3OX1fZE/S220/GerberaDaisy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629404161674394661.post-6525953852961449806</id><published>2008-09-01T02:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T03:14:55.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Evils of Child Labor</title><content type='html'>In earth, child labor is one of the most contemptible deeds. It is a reason for which Bangladesh is lagging behind from being developed. It mostly happens because of the lack of our humanity. A child who born with the dreams of fulfilling her/his cherished wishes that he/she verse in mind. Unfortunately, not every child can fulfill his/her wishes in our country. The reason behind it is that the children who generally become the victims of child labor are mostly related to the poor families. Their poor parents are unable to bring them up and so they let them go in their states. For this, the children become deprived of their basic needs such as food, shelter, cloth, education, medical treatment etc. Every time they are being disregarded. Frequently it is seen that they have to beg in streets or roads for their livelihood. At this time, some people take the advantage and do hard works by them for example the entire household works, break stones, carry heavy loads and so on. And the innocent and helpless children agree to do the hard labours in order to earn foods so that they can live by eating them. Often the bad people earn money by engaging them in stealing, killing, terrorism, robbery and others. When the children cannot do the works, then the people starts oppression to them. They sometimes sell and send them to the foreign countries. These people spoiled not only their lucks but also the future of those children. So many people have been punished for child laboring because it is a forbidden work according to our law. But still they do not understand the importance of a child. We are also responsible for this condition of them. The reason is that we do not do the right use of our conscious. So child labor placed in our country. But it is not impossible for us to eradicate it. It can be removed if we serve them and supply their basic needs. Our service can make them good citizens which is favorable for the developing of our country. At the end, I just want to say that all of us should proceed to help the children who are the victims of child labor so that we can protect both them and our country from the evils of child labor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629404161674394661-6525953852961449806?l=asiaafrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asiaafrin.blogspot.com/feeds/6525953852961449806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629404161674394661&amp;postID=6525953852961449806' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629404161674394661/posts/default/6525953852961449806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629404161674394661/posts/default/6525953852961449806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asiaafrin.blogspot.com/2008/09/evils-of-child-labor.html' title='Evils of Child Labor'/><author><name>Asia Afrin Anni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10889106681903439165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGxtmkgTdzM/SQqZBX14r_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/YMvX3OX1fZE/S220/GerberaDaisy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629404161674394661.post-8188381944664897241</id><published>2008-08-16T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T02:53:10.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Largest Celebrations of my communities</title><content type='html'>Mainly there are four communities in our country, Bangladesh. Among them, one is Muslim. Even I am a Muslim and so I belong to Muslim community. Most of the people of our country are Muslims. In my community, we the Muslims celebrate the celebrations of this community such as Eid-Ul-Fitre, Eid-Ul-Azha, Shab-e-Meraz, Shab-e-Borat, Shab-e-Kodor, Eid-e-Miladunnabi, Ashura, Akheri Chahar Shomba and Fateha-e-Iazdahom. We celebrate them honestly by absorbing all day in praying of Almighty. In my opinion, I think the largest celebration of this community is Eid-Ul-Fitre. The reason is that we get it after fast adoration of one month in Ramzan. It is the first day of Zilkod. We celebrate it cheerfully in each year. On that day, the whole country wears a festive look. We wear new dresses, say our prayers to Almighty and give money or cloths to the poor. Lastly, we spend the whole day by walking about many places or relatives house and greet them calling ‘Eid Mubarak’ and enjoy all day long. The day is an auspicious day for everybody that we wait for eagerly. In another side, I am a Bengali too because my mother tongue is Bangla. In Bengali tradition, we observe the first day of Bengali New Year excitedly because from this day, a new year starts. The first day is in the month of Baishakh that belongs to summer season. So we call the first day ‘Pahela Baishakh’ and greet all calling ‘Shuvo Hok Noboborsho’ in Bengali. We choose it very gloriously with our traditional festivities of Bengali. We eat watered rice with Hilsha fish, chilies and onion. Many women wear white saris of different designs and men wear pajama-Punjabis. Some women put garlands of jasmine on hair. The other Bengali festivals are the first days of every season. However, from my own view, the largest celebration of Muslim community is ‘Eid-Ul-Fitre’ and ‘Pahela Baishakh’ is in Bengali community.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629404161674394661-8188381944664897241?l=asiaafrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asiaafrin.blogspot.com/feeds/8188381944664897241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629404161674394661&amp;postID=8188381944664897241' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629404161674394661/posts/default/8188381944664897241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629404161674394661/posts/default/8188381944664897241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asiaafrin.blogspot.com/2008/08/largest-celebrations-of-my-communities.html' title='The Largest Celebrations of my communities'/><author><name>Asia Afrin Anni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10889106681903439165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGxtmkgTdzM/SQqZBX14r_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/YMvX3OX1fZE/S220/GerberaDaisy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629404161674394661.post-6576885562838386772</id><published>2008-08-04T03:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T02:55:11.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Proud As A Woman</title><content type='html'>Women are the half part of the whole universe. They are as important as men in the world. Men can not beautify the world alone. To do any work, they need women as their companion. Without women, they are valueless. I consider every woman as diamond because a girl can do every excellent work which can build a superior earth. When a girl born in a house, she brings contentment with her in the house. Parents can feel more proud to be a girl’s parents than having a boy. A teenager girl can make her parents feel honored because a teenager girl has every quality such as having good knowledge, being polite and also having each excellence of doing any household work. When she becomes a woman, she starts thinking about developing of her family and herself. When she enters into her in laws house, she makes the house gorgeous by her good deeds like managing the whole works of the house. A woman can manage everything. Today’s women are also expert in doing outdoor works like teaching, serving people, banking and in every sector of works. They are skillful and can do everything for the betterment of their family. In the case of women, the most important factor is that they are mothers. Only mothers can build their children who are the future of the nations in honest ways. By make them honest, mothers can build the nations and even the whole world.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore,women are the most respectful persons of the world.All women of the world can make the world beautiful by their beautiful thoughts and works. So I consider every woman great because of their sacred deeds. Thus I proud of myself as a woman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629404161674394661-6576885562838386772?l=asiaafrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asiaafrin.blogspot.com/feeds/6576885562838386772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629404161674394661&amp;postID=6576885562838386772' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629404161674394661/posts/default/6576885562838386772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629404161674394661/posts/default/6576885562838386772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asiaafrin.blogspot.com/2008/08/be-proud-as-woman.html' title='Be Proud As A Woman'/><author><name>Asia Afrin Anni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10889106681903439165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGxtmkgTdzM/SQqZBX14r_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/YMvX3OX1fZE/S220/GerberaDaisy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629404161674394661.post-4093085678437259333</id><published>2008-07-30T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T02:57:24.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dowry Custom in Bangladesh</title><content type='html'>Some manners and customs have maintained existence with their harmful power in Bangladesh, a congested country. Among of them, one is the dowry custom and it has been extension since long time in our rustic society. Mainly, this custom came from the manliness society. In rustic society, at the time of a girl’s marriage, her helpless parents have to give wealth to the bridegroom as gifts and the wealth is called dowry. Dowry has become a disease in the villages of Bangladesh. In villages, the poor parents have to buy the happiness of their daughter by exchanging money from the group of bridegroom. The group of bridegroom considers the dowry as their due and the bride as the thing of business. If the parents of bride can give the dowry, then the daughter can be married. Otherwise, the daughter has to lead a virgin’s life at a corner of home. Sometimes it is seen that the girl is married but she has borne oppression in her in law’s house because her parents could not fulfill the demand of the bridegroom. On the other hand, if the parents of the bride are rich, the quantity of dowry is being increased. In our country, many hard rules are being written for uprooting the dowry custom. Therefore, to remove this manifest problem from our country, women have to be sincere and strong. They should also do obstruction to this custom. Then Bangladesh will become a dowry less country.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629404161674394661-4093085678437259333?l=asiaafrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asiaafrin.blogspot.com/feeds/4093085678437259333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629404161674394661&amp;postID=4093085678437259333' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629404161674394661/posts/default/4093085678437259333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629404161674394661/posts/default/4093085678437259333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asiaafrin.blogspot.com/2008/07/dowry-custom-in-bangladesh.html' title='The Dowry Custom in Bangladesh'/><author><name>Asia Afrin Anni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10889106681903439165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGxtmkgTdzM/SQqZBX14r_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/YMvX3OX1fZE/S220/GerberaDaisy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629404161674394661.post-7054990401988788697</id><published>2008-07-30T01:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T03:04:24.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parents</title><content type='html'>Parents are the greatest gift of Almighty to a child. They give her birth, show her the beautiful world and bring her up with great care and love. They dedicated themselves to their child. Whatever they do only for their child. They can do anything for their child. They try their best to give their child the best of everything. From childhood, they try to make her happy and give her the best of basic needs. They work hard to show her the right path of life and make her self-dependent and honest. No other persons can give the love and care of parents to a child instead of her own parents. Therefore, every child should respect her parents in every time and try hard to make them happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629404161674394661-7054990401988788697?l=asiaafrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asiaafrin.blogspot.com/feeds/7054990401988788697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629404161674394661&amp;postID=7054990401988788697' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629404161674394661/posts/default/7054990401988788697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629404161674394661/posts/default/7054990401988788697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asiaafrin.blogspot.com/2008/07/parents.html' title='Parents'/><author><name>Asia Afrin Anni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10889106681903439165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGxtmkgTdzM/SQqZBX14r_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/YMvX3OX1fZE/S220/GerberaDaisy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629404161674394661.post-3101217917692793136</id><published>2008-07-30T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T23:55:44.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rain of Shrabon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shrabon do not come alone&lt;br /&gt;Makes sky cloudy,&lt;br /&gt;Comes with rain&lt;br /&gt;Makes anxious anybody's mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be ringing over tin&lt;br /&gt;The sound of patters,&lt;br /&gt;If umbrella wants flying in air&lt;br /&gt;Nobody can control it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes whirling in the wind of Shrabon&lt;br /&gt;All dust of roads,&lt;br /&gt;If rain comes, be vigorous&lt;br /&gt;The gentle flowers of Rainy Season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do filled the empty drains&lt;br /&gt;Raises water over knee,&lt;br /&gt;When cloud plays hide and seek&lt;br /&gt;Everyone does whispering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does disordered all things&lt;br /&gt;The tempestuous rain of Shrabon,&lt;br /&gt;Then question rises on mind&lt;br /&gt;What an uncommon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629404161674394661-3101217917692793136?l=asiaafrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asiaafrin.blogspot.com/feeds/3101217917692793136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629404161674394661&amp;postID=3101217917692793136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629404161674394661/posts/default/3101217917692793136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629404161674394661/posts/default/3101217917692793136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asiaafrin.blogspot.com/2008/07/rain-of-shrabon.html' title='The Rain of Shrabon'/><author><name>Asia Afrin Anni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10889106681903439165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGxtmkgTdzM/SQqZBX14r_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/YMvX3OX1fZE/S220/GerberaDaisy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629404161674394661.post-4933686911427559196</id><published>2008-07-28T02:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:19:47.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sun rising at village</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGxtmkgTdzM/SI2Ltdih7pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jONnJ9hdTlI/s1600-h/anni.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGxtmkgTdzM/SI2Ltdih7pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jONnJ9hdTlI/s320/anni.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227988355586846354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It is a picture that I’ve made on my mind and drew it on paper. Now I am sharing it with those who see this picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629404161674394661-4933686911427559196?l=asiaafrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asiaafrin.blogspot.com/feeds/4933686911427559196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629404161674394661&amp;postID=4933686911427559196' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629404161674394661/posts/default/4933686911427559196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629404161674394661/posts/default/4933686911427559196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asiaafrin.blogspot.com/2008/07/sun-rising-at-village.html' title='Sun rising at village'/><author><name>Asia Afrin Anni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10889106681903439165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGxtmkgTdzM/SQqZBX14r_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/YMvX3OX1fZE/S220/GerberaDaisy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGxtmkgTdzM/SI2Ltdih7pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jONnJ9hdTlI/s72-c/anni.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry></feed>
