Md Monir109

8 年生のとき、私はカトリックの学校に大量のメイクをして通っていました。私は反抗的でした。吹き出物を隠そうとして、ベージュのファンデーションとパウダーの下にクレアラシルを塗って隠しました。でも、それは単に肌の色の悪さだけではありませんでした。ああ、いや。エリザベス テイラーやソフィア ローレンのような映画スターのようになりたいと思っていました。黒いアイブロウ ペンシルで眉を描き、真っ黒なアイライナーで目を厚く縁取り、口紅のような長いチューブに入った翡翠色のアイシャドーで仕上げました。口は何も塗っていませんでした。こうすることで、目がより際立ちました。

学校でメイクをしてはいけないという事実が、私に大きな興奮をもたらしました。ある日、シスター テオニラが長い黒いローブを着て、ワイヤー リムのメガネを鼻にかけ、肌がオートミール色だったとき、彼女は私の机の前で立ち止まり、近づいてきて、ゆっくりと人差し指を私のまぶたに走らせました。彼女の指先は緑色に戻った。

「化粧はしてないよ」と私は反抗的に言った。ああ、そのスリル。これが私の長い嘘つき人生の始まりだった。

Confusion and chaos lifted. All was still and clear in his mind. Only hours earlier he was filled with misery, self-loathing and desperation. But now the lycanthropic curse had taken control, freed from its chains and eager to make up for lost time.

Jagged claws easily removed the clothes from his body. He would have no more use for them. He had emerged beside a small, shallow river which was painted silver under the clear sky. It was cold, the dead of winter, and his breath misted before his eyes. The weather did not bother him. This body was made for endurance.

His long, wiry limbs held easy strength. He felt a buzzing run through his whole body. An electrically charged energy that needed to be unleashed. His magnified senses announced the presence of all living creatures within running distance. None could defy him, none could oppose him. All would flee before him. But it would make no difference. This night would be coloured in blood.

He threw back his head and let out a howl of hysteria, elation and fervour. The night belonged to him. The full moon was risen and the chase was on.

We buried my brother with his dreams. On colored scraps of paper my young son, Teddy, and I scrawled all the fantasies Abe never achieved for lack of trying: hero, quarterback, singer, actor and more and crammed them in the satin folds of his coffin along with his favorite bottle of Jack and a pack of Camels. Teddy, a budding artist, sketched Abe throwing a football.

“Can you imagine Uncle Abe throwing long on a cloud?” Teddy asked as he gingerly dropped in the drawing.

“Might piss off the angels if he gets too rowdy,” I shrugged. “Same goes for showing off his bravery or acting like he’s better than all the other souls.”

“Everyone sings in heaven. He can sing, huh?” Teddy pressed.

“Not off-key. God has sensitive ears.”

“So, Uncle Abe doesn’t get to live his dreams after all? That sucks,” Teddy gathered his crayons and paper, sat on the floor of the funeral parlor and begin drawing in earnest.

“What the hell are you doing, Teddy?”

Teddy put a finishing flourish on a portrait of himself painting.

“Going for my dreams while I can just in case I run out of time and end up in heaven.”

The Magic Hole
Penny was a little girl who lived in Alaska. It was ice-cold there. She kept praying that she could play in the lush, green and warm gardens like we do but of course, she couldn't.
Her father, like all the men there, didn't have a job. He hunted seals and caught fishes as was the custom. So her father hadn't even heard of money and even if he had money, there weren't any aeroplane to take them abroad.
Now, somewhere near Penny's house was a deep, dark forest. Everyone was afraid to enter it. They said that whoever entered it would be sucked in by a great hole.
One day, Penny was playing with her Eskimo friends when one of the boys shouted, "Hey, I dare one of you to enter the magic forest."
No one dared. Penny picked up a twig and threw it at the edge of the forest. Nothing happened. Penny was astonished. It's all a legend! We can play hide and seek in the woods if we want, she thought. She walked slowly towards the woods. It was getting colder and colder she took each step. She walked right into the middle of the forest

𝗟𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀!🖤🌸
—🤫জীবন মানেই অপূর্ণতার গল্প!🖤😇

মানুষ বড়ই “অদ্ভুত”🙂
হাসলে বলে,,এতো হাসো কেন?
🍂আর কাদলে…….!!!
” 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐚”🥀💔🙂 👹💘

We love Allah

Everyone fear Allah

Weather is so cool

There should be such a dear person in life!! 🙂🫵
Who will understand and explain but will not leave….!!🌼

♥️lover♥️
He became a tree one day.

Like the unheard voice of the city

The great ax came and broke his chains.

So all his nests were broken.

He became a bird one day.

He saw it fly

Someone else's lips in his loving eyes, someone else's cheek on his lips -

Then all his feathers fell off.

He became a tiger one day,

A big fierce tiger.

After pouncing on the prey with much surrender..

He saw the fear in her eyes

Whispering in the ear of the sun

The distance between you and me is thousands

And eyes filled with tears.

So all his toenails are now gone.

His heart is now wounded for loved ones

The heart that now contains tears of violence.✅