http://slow.writerscafe.org/Nahianwriter31 The original writings of author Nahian Bin Asadullah en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776048243 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Defeated, disgusted and shocked.Use these words all you please.This country will not give you a moment's peace.Raped and left to die in the streets. Your & my sister it is. Do we even stop to think we have a role in this?Nay, we are busy blaming others as if there's no blame on us.Lady.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nahianwriter31/1785478/ What do I have, I ask? Have I ever asked myself what I do have? Have I ever thought of the blessings of speech, my internal organs, and my limbs? Have I thought of the blessing of having parents? Have I thought of the fact that my parents are always there for me in the good and the bad? Have I thou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nahianwriter31/1784396/ Sacrifice is no goodIt does not pay meback.I sacrificed mylife for my son andgotWhat I deserved.I was insulted,thrown out andgarbage d.Did it matter tohim?I do not know,But I do not wanthimto bepenalized.He is ignorantMay God enlighten himto realize what he hasdone?How can I&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nahianwriter31/1782780/ We live like there's no tomorrow. We live like we won't die. But people more 'alive' than us have passed. And who knows tomorrow could be our day. Pictures and the loving memory of the deceased are still fresh Only the person is decayed in the grave. Reality is death. Death is reality. Such is the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nahianwriter31/1782491/ It was a rainy day when it first happened. At the beginning, Habib couldn't make out what it was. But when he looked in the distance, he saw a dark figure. It seemed like a 'half-formed' human with a triangular-shaped lower torso.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nahianwriter31/1741406/ Iqbal felt something had changed in his life ever since he repented. With his return to God, he couldn't visit the clubs he would so often visit and hang out with the same friends.  The guy he met at the Dhaka University cafe couple of months ago had told him if he wanted to change he had to le.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nahianwriter31/1638916/ How is it that being alone in this world is so difficult? Is that because we have no one talk to or is it because we do not want to talk to others? What is it? Turns out confiding in someone is one of the most difficult things to do in one's life. Maybe we really aren't so lonely, maybe we simply do.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nahianwriter31/1637014/ I've made the error againI've fallen into that sin againI won't speak of it For my creator forbids me of it I know I have upset HimBut do I despair of His Mercy? Verily Your Lord said, " If you repent and do good, you'll find me forgiving" Glory be to the Most Forgiving  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nahianwriter31/1633744/ A poem I wrote back in 2009...... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nahianwriter31/1607407/ I blame myself for leaving Henrietta back home. She is all by herself. What will she eat? I then think about the stupidity of my own concern. I'm worried about her food when I should really be worried about her safety. What guarantee is there that she won't be monster food? None. She might.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nahianwriter31/1607322/ Monsters. Who are they? Where do they come from? What's their nature? First of all, no one knows their source. We know they feed off pain and suffering of humans. What's of their intellect? So far, they haven't shown a high intellect but things may have changed. This is the single most important thi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nahianwriter31/1607320/ It was a dark green countryside with trees reaching the wide blue sky, and when it rained it was really a scene to behold. I'm talking about my village. It was just a stone's throw away from the Training and Resource Center of Brac. Only I never threw stones at the Brac university students who staye.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nahianwriter31/1607284/ The capital of Bangladesh is attacked by monsters. Johann has to leave the country at once if he has any chance of retrieving his country. But he has to leave his younger sister alone. What happens? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nahianwriter31/1607280/ I wake up naked.I don’t know how that happened. I clearly remember that I went to sleep in my pajamas. How did I end up naked then?But that’s not all there’s to it. I realized, to my horror, that I feel comfortable with my nakedness. I don’t feel the urge to get dressed for w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nahianwriter31/1607159/