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Oh! You are speaking like a Sufi.No, this is not a Sufi poem. For a Sufi, love is a way of finding the God that has his inside. But my inquiries are to find myself that was thrown somewhere into the time cycle. The sounds of every kiss that I gave you, on the journey to find me, are the variations of sounds that cause when I try to open some doors. There the wind is always cold. But here need these warm that between us that for the beats of our life journey.When Akram has been speaking like a philosopher, but I wanted the same orgasm that gone through us once more. I said unknowingly to myself. Akram, please again down to the earth as a naked human greater than abnormality prophet. I won't need your book and customs, I want your hands and fingers that without losing the ability to make sculptures and paintings, intently.A JACKFRUIT IN HEAVEN(A novel)Copyright © 2020…

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I heard something is saying like an indication of contempt."How he will forward""This design won't happen in his feeble intellect".Even then I kept saying it again and again. All I need is a pen.Though they know all that.They put on my feet the climbing hoopAnd they tied on my back, enough water, food.Then the flag of my country.I saw it when I turned back. The whole people in my country are in getting together.To give me a good send-off.First, I wasn't known whether it is freedom or imprisonment.Now, I know, how wisely they were shackled me.Again I asked my bose. 'Please give me a pen'.He shouted.We have set you free only to climb the mountain.Don't you know? The pen was imprisoning you.So, from this moment on you should hate the pen.The pen is poison, a deadly poison.That had destroyed our sound sleep.So, we just keep a pen with stagnant ink for formalities.Because that ink doesn't flow.They can't move from one place to another.From one continent to another.Especially, they can't spread from one mind to another like wildfire.So, you should decide now.Whether do you want prison or want the heaven of God.So, I had nothing else to think about.So I lit on fire to destroy my luggage that inclusive the bloody holy book.Then I started to walk.The footsteps of mine, they can say to my successors.The survival stories and struggles.Thabarak Rahman Saahini…

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When I opened my eyes, I saw my wife and son, helping me to be seated in the car. Right now, I have started to fear the evenings of the city. But, I was thinking, are the ripples of the fear only my illusion? When I look outside, yes, even in the half conscious state, I can see the same fear on everyone's face. I tried to touch the wound of my head,again the severe pain ...... I am a common man in this city. First, they beat me, and then they apologized. Again, I say to you, I am neither a gang leader nor a local politician. I am a reputed school master. Somewhere in this city, there is someone with my face.. Sometimes, he may be a criminal or an innocent man.…

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ഹലോ, കുമാരേട്ടാ, കേൾക്കാമോ? ങ്‌ഹൂം, കുമാരൻ അപ്പോൾ ഒരു സ്വപ്നാടനത്തിലെന്ന പോലെ മൂളി.കുമാരേട്ടാ, ഒന്ന് വെയിറ്റ് ചെയ്യണേ, ഞാൻ ബാത്ത്റൂമിന്റെ വാതിൽ ഒന്ന് കുറ്റിയിട്ടോട്ടെ...ഇത് കേട്ടപ്പോൾ കുമാരന്റെ ദേഹമാസകലം ഒരു വിറയൽ കടന്നുപോയി......…