<?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-6971901740552518323</id><updated>2011-10-20T00:17:50.730+06:00</updated><category term='শূন্য'/><category term='song'/><category term='TSOR'/><category term='template'/><category term='হাবিজাবি'/><category term='Kareem Salama'/><category term='theme'/><title type='text'>অপ্রান্তের প্রান্তে. . .</title><subtitle type='html'>সাদা রঙের স্বপ্নগুলো দিলো না তো ছুটি...
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&lt;br&gt;ঘাসফুলগুলো সব ছন্নছাড়া...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-of-silence.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971901740552518323/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-of-silence.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>void</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17123049982193323977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WY19AMTVJ3E/SYfv4zvItBI/AAAAAAAAAEk/4cnaW23yoAw/S220/16.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971901740552518323.post-1467043463421902378</id><published>2010-01-18T01:00:00.002+06:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T02:06:19.026+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='theme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='template'/><title type='text'>নতুন সাজে ব্লগ... :) :) :)</title><content type='html'>আগের থিম চেঞ্জ করে নতুন থিম সেট করলাম.. অনেক দিন ব্লগটা দেখিনি, আজ হঠাৎ ঢুকে দেখি ব্লগের থিম ছ্যাড়াব্যাড়া হয়ে গেছে! o_O ইমেজ লিংকগুলি কাজ করছিল না.. কী আর করা.. ওটা চেঞ্জ করতেই হলো..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;এটা কেমন লাগছে...  আমার কাছে ভালোই লাগছে.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ও হ্যা, আমি আসলে কোন থিম সেট করিনি.. টেমপ্লেট এ্যাড করেছি.. হিহিহি&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971901740552518323-1467043463421902378?l=rhythm-of-silence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-of-silence.blogspot.com/feeds/1467043463421902378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-of-silence.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971901740552518323/posts/default/1467043463421902378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971901740552518323/posts/default/1467043463421902378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-of-silence.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title='নতুন সাজে ব্লগ... :) :) :)'/><author><name>void</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17123049982193323977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WY19AMTVJ3E/SYfv4zvItBI/AAAAAAAAAEk/4cnaW23yoAw/S220/16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971901740552518323.post-5752301838959674485</id><published>2009-05-05T13:19:00.001+06:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T13:19:53.400+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TSOR'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>Empty world --TSOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Can’t stop this thinking&lt;br /&gt;  I went out for a walk last night&lt;br /&gt;  Do people really think that it’s right&lt;br /&gt;  Oh how they lie&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And I don’t see myself with everybody else like you&lt;br /&gt;  Cause somehow things just don’t seem right&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We’re living in an empty world, something that you’re used to&lt;br /&gt;  We’re living in an empty world, something that you’re used to&lt;br /&gt;  We’re living in an empty world, something that you’re used to&lt;br /&gt;  We’re living in an empty world, something that you’re used to&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You people know how I feel&lt;br /&gt;  We’re living in a dream that seems real&lt;br /&gt;  Living life with such an appeal&lt;br /&gt;  We never seek the truth&lt;br /&gt;  And my heart it breaks in two if you people only knew&lt;br /&gt;  I just fear that we’ve crucified ourselves&lt;br /&gt;  And the trend setters only get worse, I can’t take any more of this curse&lt;br /&gt;  We’re living this life to get burned we’ll never learn&lt;br /&gt;  Some things must be earned&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And I don’t see myself with everybody else like you&lt;br /&gt;  Cause somehow things just don’t seem right&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We’re living in an empty world, something that you’re used to&lt;br /&gt;  We’re living in an empty world, something that you’re used to&lt;br /&gt;  We’re living in an empty world, something that you’re used to&lt;br /&gt;  We’re living in an empty world, something that you’re used to&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Time pass the casket is coming in fast&lt;br /&gt;  Just a year before a year ago I was sleeping in class&lt;br /&gt;  And I never paid attention to these hours of glass&lt;br /&gt;  And now it’s painfully so clear to me each hour that passes&lt;br /&gt;  As I scratch and scrounging for this minimum cash I’m getting older growing   colder&lt;br /&gt;  find it harder to laugh find it harder to smile it’s been a while since   last&lt;br /&gt;  And I know I’m reaping what I’ve sewn for deeds in the past&lt;br /&gt;  and I know I couldn’t see past all the wealth I amassed&lt;br /&gt;  and I know I never thanked you for these blessings you cast&lt;br /&gt;  and I know I never thought of you when good times were vast&lt;br /&gt;  I was stupid and I’m sorry if I could I’d go back&lt;br /&gt;  And now they tell me you’re the one to see when feeling like trash&lt;br /&gt;  And my heart and soul keep hurting more each breath that I gasp&lt;br /&gt;  So now I come to you I’m stumbling and humbully ask&lt;br /&gt;  Lord, God help me cause I’m loosing my grasp I need help &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This life, this life used to make me smile&lt;br /&gt;  Now I see all the pain it hides&lt;br /&gt;  No I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This life, this life used to make me smile&lt;br /&gt;  Now I see all the pain it hides&lt;br /&gt;  No I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-x-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971901740552518323-5752301838959674485?l=rhythm-of-silence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-of-silence.blogspot.com/feeds/5752301838959674485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-of-silence.blogspot.com/2009/05/empty-world-tsor.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971901740552518323/posts/default/5752301838959674485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971901740552518323/posts/default/5752301838959674485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-of-silence.blogspot.com/2009/05/empty-world-tsor.html' title='Empty world --TSOR'/><author><name>void</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17123049982193323977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WY19AMTVJ3E/SYfv4zvItBI/AAAAAAAAAEk/4cnaW23yoAw/S220/16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971901740552518323.post-5413363413106254344</id><published>2009-05-05T13:16:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T13:17:57.330+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TSOR'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>Shoulder To Lean On --TSOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;- - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Most times I’m the most strong I’m the rock the spot you get support   from&lt;br /&gt;  Mostly cope with hopes that’s been rolled on&lt;br /&gt;  And when you’re low you know that you can hold on me&lt;br /&gt;  In a heartbeat I can be there the fears and tears you cry I’m by your   side so dry your eyes&lt;br /&gt;  And let me provide peace of mind in time I know you’ll be fine&lt;br /&gt;  And if it’s heartbreak I can take some off your plate replace the lies   and hate with smiles of faith&lt;br /&gt;  You fall deep I could fall with you. The dark is a familiar place you’re   lost I can help you escape&lt;br /&gt;  It was my fate (pain) so that I can relate&lt;br /&gt;  Now when I can’t even stand I can handle the weight&lt;br /&gt;  I’ll be your shoulder for as long as I can but where’s the shoulder   for my shoulder when I can’t&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I will be the one you can count on the most&lt;br /&gt;  When the road is dark you know I’ll bare the load&lt;br /&gt;  You never see the days when I fall down to my knees&lt;br /&gt;  None of you will know that sometimes I need a shoulder to lean on&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sometimes it’s really hard to be this invincible figure you figure me   to be&lt;br /&gt;  Cause I can feel the pain and when I’m cut I bleed mostly inside but   lord knows I cry&lt;br /&gt;  I don’t lie I just keep it bottled inside I meet your eyes with a smile&lt;br /&gt;  and you think I’m lion but I’m alive cause I can feel like you   can feel with emotions&lt;br /&gt;  still though it don’t show it’s real.&lt;br /&gt;  Conceal when my heart cries fall apart in the dark at the spot where my thoughts   lie&lt;br /&gt;  I thought I was as strong as they come, I thought I was numb&lt;br /&gt;  my thoughts send my heart over run as I wonder&lt;br /&gt;  Can I make it through and is the one coming soon that’s gonna hold me   console me&lt;br /&gt;  Or was this something meant to be and a shoulder for a shoulder wasn’t   meant for me  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I will be the one you can count on the most&lt;br /&gt;  When the road is dark you know I’ll bare the load&lt;br /&gt;  You never see the days when I fall down to my knees&lt;br /&gt;  None of you will know that sometimes I need a shoulder to lean on&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-x-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971901740552518323-5413363413106254344?l=rhythm-of-silence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-of-silence.blogspot.com/feeds/5413363413106254344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-of-silence.blogspot.com/2009/05/shoulder-to-lean-on-tsor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971901740552518323/posts/default/5413363413106254344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971901740552518323/posts/default/5413363413106254344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-of-silence.blogspot.com/2009/05/shoulder-to-lean-on-tsor.html' title='Shoulder To Lean On --TSOR'/><author><name>void</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17123049982193323977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WY19AMTVJ3E/SYfv4zvItBI/AAAAAAAAAEk/4cnaW23yoAw/S220/16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971901740552518323.post-922440442224990528</id><published>2009-05-05T13:09:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T13:16:29.869+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TSOR'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>Palestine -TSOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~my favorite song~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Close my eyes tonight&lt;br /&gt;  My conscience by my side&lt;br /&gt;  It’s hard to live this life&lt;br /&gt;  Where truth begins with lies&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So I won’t sleep… I will stay awake&lt;br /&gt;  Cause if I dream… they will/then they’ll take their claim&lt;br /&gt;  Oh I try… oh I try to fight&lt;br /&gt;  To stay awake tonight&lt;br /&gt;  Palestine, Palestine, Palestine… always on my mind&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Truth is where desire ends&lt;br /&gt;  A meaning to an end&lt;br /&gt;  I search myself all the time&lt;br /&gt;  To change what’s in my mind&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So I won’t sleep… I will stay awake&lt;br /&gt;  Cause if I dream… they will/then they’ll take their claim&lt;br /&gt;  Oh I try… oh I try to fight&lt;br /&gt;  To stay awake tonight&lt;br /&gt;  Palestine, Palestine, Palestine… always on my mind&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I can’t find peace cause it’s hard to release what we’ve   done&lt;br /&gt;  What we could be if we’d only see what we’ve become&lt;br /&gt;  It’s unbelievable it’s undeniable ohhhh!&lt;br /&gt;  I want free, won’t sleep, won’t dream, won’t eat, won’t   breathe&lt;br /&gt;  Won’t give in to what’s building inside of me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;(Guitar solo)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Close my eyes tonight&lt;br /&gt;  My conscience by my side&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-x-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971901740552518323-922440442224990528?l=rhythm-of-silence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-of-silence.blogspot.com/feeds/922440442224990528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-of-silence.blogspot.com/2009/05/palestine-tsor.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971901740552518323/posts/default/922440442224990528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971901740552518323/posts/default/922440442224990528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-of-silence.blogspot.com/2009/05/palestine-tsor.html' title='Palestine -TSOR'/><author><name>void</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17123049982193323977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WY19AMTVJ3E/SYfv4zvItBI/AAAAAAAAAEk/4cnaW23yoAw/S220/16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971901740552518323.post-1378044313295755146</id><published>2009-05-05T13:00:00.000+06:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T13:02:22.238+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kareem Salama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>A Land Called Paradise --Kareem Salama</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~my favorite song~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="pewter"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    I wanna live in a land called paradise&lt;br /&gt;    I wanna go to the valley of the King&lt;br /&gt;    I wanna live in a land called paradise&lt;br /&gt;  Wanna see the birds fly and I wanna hear the angels &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="pewter"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Sing the praises of my Lord so far above&lt;br /&gt;    As I move poetically with the struggle I fall in love&lt;br /&gt;    I look to the left I look to the right and all I gaze upon&lt;br /&gt;    Reveals the source of flowers rainbows and the dew at dawn&lt;br /&gt;    Some see before and some see in and some see after&lt;br /&gt;  I let my sight pierce the chains and see the master&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="pewter"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    I wanna live in a land called paradise&lt;br /&gt;    I wanna go to the Valley of the King&lt;br /&gt;    I wanna live in a land called paradise&lt;br /&gt;  Wanna see the birds fly and I wanna hear the angels sing&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="pewter"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    So many times in my life I ask myself the question&lt;br /&gt;    What got me brought me into all this mess I’m swimming in&lt;br /&gt;    But pain is not and neither harm in the pool of bliss&lt;br /&gt;    So slap me with your hand or kiss me with your softest kiss&lt;br /&gt;    Tell me that you love me or that you don’t like me now&lt;br /&gt;    Tell me you invite me or that you don’t want me around&lt;br /&gt;    I won’t cry over a world that can’t change my life&lt;br /&gt;  I’ll put my money on what lies ahead in paradise&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="pewter"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    I wanna live in a land called paradise&lt;br /&gt;    I wanna go to the Valley of the King&lt;br /&gt;    I wanna live in a land called paradise&lt;br /&gt;  Wanna see the birds fly and I wanna hear the angels sing&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="pewter"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I try to do right and love my wife and trade and pray and  talk&lt;br /&gt;    I can be anywhere doing anything and I’m mindful of God&lt;br /&gt;  I’m pleased in good and happy in harm and now I realize that  I already live in a land called paradise&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="pewter"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="pewter"&gt;I wanna live in a land called paradise&lt;br /&gt;    I wanna go to the valley of the king&lt;br /&gt;    I wanna live in a land called paradise&lt;br /&gt;    Wanna see the birds fly and I wanna hear the angels&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="pewter"&gt;I wanna live in a land called paradise&lt;br /&gt;    I wanna go to the valley of the king&lt;br /&gt;    I wanna live in a land called paradise&lt;br /&gt;    Wanna see the birds fly and I wanna hear the angels sing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="pewter"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="pewter"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971901740552518323-1378044313295755146?l=rhythm-of-silence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-of-silence.blogspot.com/feeds/1378044313295755146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-of-silence.blogspot.com/2009/05/land-called-paradise-kareem-salama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971901740552518323/posts/default/1378044313295755146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971901740552518323/posts/default/1378044313295755146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-of-silence.blogspot.com/2009/05/land-called-paradise-kareem-salama.html' title='A Land Called Paradise --Kareem Salama'/><author><name>void</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17123049982193323977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WY19AMTVJ3E/SYfv4zvItBI/AAAAAAAAAEk/4cnaW23yoAw/S220/16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971901740552518323.post-5564922718618948002</id><published>2009-05-05T12:58:00.001+06:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T13:00:03.874+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kareem Salama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>Baby I'm a Soldier -- Kareem Salama</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~my favorite song~&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pewter"&gt;He was a soldier who’d only been married two or three years  ago&lt;br /&gt;  And he put his hands on her knees that night and he said I  gotta go&lt;br /&gt;  She said why would you leave this home and me; I thought I  was your baby girl&lt;br /&gt;  And he wiped away the tears from her eyes and said they’re  sending me to save the world&lt;br /&gt;  And you know I love you and I pray to God that he’ll join us  once again&lt;br /&gt;  But now its time for this simple man to be one of the few  good men  &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;p class="pewter"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;  Cause baby I’m a soldier and I hear those trumpets calling  again&lt;br /&gt;        And our kings and queens are saying this is a fight we must  win&lt;br /&gt;        For truth and justice and for the way we live our life&lt;br /&gt;        And baby I’m a soldier in front of God I swore I would fight&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="pewter"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Across the ocean and miles away there stood another man&lt;br /&gt;      Eighteen years, hugging his mama saying I’ll defend this  land&lt;br /&gt;      Mama held her baby and cried and clutched him telling him  not to leave&lt;br /&gt;      She said what will I do without my baby boy; son I’m begging  you please&lt;br /&gt;      He said I love you mama but duty calls; I’ll write you everyday&lt;br /&gt;  She said I lost your daddy like this and I don’t wanna lose  you this way&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="pewter"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;  But Mama I’m a soldier and I hear those trumpets calling  again&lt;br /&gt;      And our kings and queens are saying this is a fight we must  win&lt;br /&gt;      For truth and justice and for the way we live our life&lt;br /&gt;      And Mama I’m a soldier in front of God I swore I would fight&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="pewter"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Well the battle raged and shots rang out the two men fell to  the ground&lt;br /&gt;  And they looked into the eyes of each other and were shocked  at what they found&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="pewter"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      One man saw the mother of the other in that young mans eyes&lt;br /&gt;      And the other man saw the crying and screams of the other  mans beloved wife&lt;br /&gt;      And the two men stared across that smoky field and whispered  to each other&lt;br /&gt;      Maybe you weren’t the demon they said maybe you were really  my brother&lt;br /&gt;      But I’m glad we’re passing cause I don’t think that I could  forgive myself&lt;br /&gt;  For fighting you but maybe God will and we can live together  in bliss&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="pewter"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;      Cause Ladies we were soldiers and we heard those trumpets calling  again&lt;br /&gt;      And tell the kings and queens that sometimes there are  fights no one wins&lt;br /&gt;      But we know for sure that there’s evil out there we must  fight&lt;br /&gt;      But please be sure that this is one of those times&lt;br /&gt;      And please be sure to remember my mama and wife&lt;br /&gt;  And please be sure to think of my brother on the other side.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="pewter"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="pewter"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971901740552518323-5564922718618948002?l=rhythm-of-silence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-of-silence.blogspot.com/feeds/5564922718618948002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-of-silence.blogspot.com/2009/05/baby-im-soldier-kareem-salama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971901740552518323/posts/default/5564922718618948002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971901740552518323/posts/default/5564922718618948002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-of-silence.blogspot.com/2009/05/baby-im-soldier-kareem-salama.html' title='Baby I&apos;m a Soldier -- Kareem Salama'/><author><name>void</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17123049982193323977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WY19AMTVJ3E/SYfv4zvItBI/AAAAAAAAAEk/4cnaW23yoAw/S220/16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971901740552518323.post-4795449355922257299</id><published>2009-05-05T12:54:00.001+06:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T13:00:37.281+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kareem Salama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>Get Busy Living -Kareem Salama</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="pewter"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~my favorite song~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single day someone is born and some dies&lt;br /&gt; It wasn’t long ago my uncle passed and my little niece came  to life&lt;br /&gt; I get to thinking about my time and go and it won’t be long  from now&lt;br /&gt; I shiver inside at the chance that I might leave a life  untouched by a vow  &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;p class="pewter"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   And I believe tonight is the night that I decide&lt;br /&gt;   That I get busy living and I get ready to die&lt;br /&gt;   So that when the fateful day does come&lt;br /&gt;   When I’m six feet in the ground&lt;br /&gt; The poor and the weak and the orphan and meek will miss  having me around&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="pewter"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When I pass I don’t want to leave a life of regret&lt;br /&gt;   So I give rise to change today by trying not to forget&lt;br /&gt;   That pleasures do pass and sunrises end and stars do fade  away&lt;br /&gt; But it’s love and it’s virtue and honor and truth that  remain for all days&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="pewter"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   And I believe tonight is the night that I decide&lt;br /&gt;   That I get busy living and I get ready to die&lt;br /&gt;   So that when the fateful day does come&lt;br /&gt;   When I’m six feet in the ground&lt;br /&gt; The poor and the weak and the orphan and meek will miss having  me around&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="pewter"&gt;(Bridge)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   I want that final breath to be the sweetest of all&lt;br /&gt;   And it will be with certainty if I answer the call&lt;br /&gt;   To help all those in need and decipher the meaning of life&lt;br /&gt; Cause the seekers of truth they fear not death any more than  they fear life&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="pewter"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   And I believe tonight is the night that I decide&lt;br /&gt;   That I get busy living and I get ready to die&lt;br /&gt;   So that when the fateful day does come&lt;br /&gt;   When I’m six feet in the ground&lt;br /&gt; The poor and the weak and the orphan and meek will miss  having me around&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="pewter"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971901740552518323-4795449355922257299?l=rhythm-of-silence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-of-silence.blogspot.com/feeds/4795449355922257299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-of-silence.blogspot.com/2009/05/get-busy-living-kareem-salama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971901740552518323/posts/default/4795449355922257299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971901740552518323/posts/default/4795449355922257299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-of-silence.blogspot.com/2009/05/get-busy-living-kareem-salama.html' title='Get Busy Living -Kareem Salama'/><author><name>void</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17123049982193323977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WY19AMTVJ3E/SYfv4zvItBI/AAAAAAAAAEk/4cnaW23yoAw/S220/16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971901740552518323.post-4314325514626082009</id><published>2009-01-02T13:08:00.001+06:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T13:01:01.198+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='শূন্য'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>Dust is my Bed....</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f_h1NubmJIQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f_h1NubmJIQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dust is my bed, embraces me and it’s my cover now&lt;br /&gt;The sand surrounds me even behind my back&lt;br /&gt;And the grave tells a dankness of my affliction&lt;br /&gt;And the brightness draws a line……………&lt;br /&gt;Where is my family’s love? They sold my loyalty!&lt;br /&gt;And where is my group of friends? They left my brotherhood!&lt;br /&gt;Where is the bliss of money? It’s behind my back now&lt;br /&gt;And my name (reputation) where is it shine between praises&lt;br /&gt;This is my end and this is my bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And love farewells its longing and my elegizing cried&lt;br /&gt;And the tears went dry after crying&lt;br /&gt;And the universe became narrow and so is my space&lt;br /&gt;And the grave became my ground and sky&lt;br /&gt;This is my end and this is my bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear fills my estrangement and sadness is my illness&lt;br /&gt;I expect firmness and I swear it’s my cure&lt;br /&gt;And for Allah i pray faithfully, you are my hope&lt;br /&gt;Allah! I desire heaven, to find bliss in it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for Allah i pray faithfully, you are my hope&lt;br /&gt;Allah! I desire heaven, to find bliss in it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;প্রচন্ড মন খারাপ হলে সাধারণত এই গানটির কথা মনে পড়ে আমার... :(&lt;br /&gt;মরে যেতে ইচ্ছা হয় যখন, তখন ভাবি কোন মুখে আমি আল্লাহর সামনে দাঁড়াবো.. কি আছে আমার! কি করেছি! ভাল লাগে না কিছুই । এই পুরো পৃথিবীটা অর্থহীন লাগে । অর্থহীন লাগে আমার জন্মটাও । আমার জন্ম না হলে কী এমন ক্ষতি হতো!&lt;br /&gt;আল্লাহ, তুমি আমাকে একটি পাতা করলে না কেন? অথবা ঘাস? অথবা ফুল?&lt;br /&gt;জীবনটা এমন কেন?&lt;br /&gt;আল্লাহ, তুমি কেন আমাকে পরীক্ষায় ফেললে??? কেন?? কেন!!! তুমি জানতে না যে আমি পারবো না?!&lt;br /&gt;অসহ্য!!!&lt;br /&gt;অসহ্য আমি!!!&lt;br /&gt;অসহ্য পৃথিবী!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971901740552518323-4314325514626082009?l=rhythm-of-silence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-of-silence.blogspot.com/feeds/4314325514626082009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-of-silence.blogspot.com/2009/01/dust-is-my-bed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971901740552518323/posts/default/4314325514626082009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971901740552518323/posts/default/4314325514626082009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-of-silence.blogspot.com/2009/01/dust-is-my-bed.html' title='Dust is my Bed....'/><author><name>void</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17123049982193323977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WY19AMTVJ3E/SYfv4zvItBI/AAAAAAAAAEk/4cnaW23yoAw/S220/16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971901740552518323.post-7560973004987341633</id><published>2008-03-05T02:31:00.001+06:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T03:17:24.811+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='শূন্য'/><title type='text'>শূন্য</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=""&gt;০৫.০৩.০৮&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;দুপুর ২:৩১&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;মাঝে মাঝে মনে হয়,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; জীবনে একটা &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;ctrl+z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; থাকলে মন্দ হতো না...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;আজ একটা &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;ctrl+z &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;এর প্রয়োজন খুবই অনুভব করছি...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;কত ভুল &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;নিয়ে এতদূর চলে এসেছি...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ভাবতেই কেমন যেন লাগে...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;কি যেন নেই আমার জীবনে...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; -- হতাশা...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; -- দুঃখবোধ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; -- বিষন্নতা...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;কেমন যেন দম বন্ধ হয়ে যাওয়া একটা অবস্থা....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;F5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; প্রেস করেও আমি আমার হতাশাকে, দুঃখবোধকে, বিষন্নতাকে কাটাতে পারি না..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;বার বার প্রেস&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; করলে ওরা আমাকে আরো &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;চেপে ধরে... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;মাঝে মাঝে ইচ্ছে হয়,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Del&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; প্রেস করি...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;কিন্তু আমি পারি না...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;আমাকে শেষ করে দিতে আমি পারি না...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;আসলে &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Del&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; প্রেস করলে তো শেষ হয়ে যাবো না...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Recycle Bin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; এ গিয়ে জমা হবো...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;সেই ঘুটঘুটে অন্ধকার &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Recycle Bin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ভাবতেই গা শিউরে উঠে... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;একটা অজানা আতংক ভর করে... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;মাঝে মাঝে ভাবি,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;সৃষ্টিকর্তা &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Shift+Del&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; অপশন টা আমার হাতে দিলে কি এমন ক্ষতি হতো...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;আর যদি recovery-র কোন সিস্টেমই না থাকতো...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;সম্পূর্ণ শেষ করে দিতাম এই জীবনকে...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;একেবারে অস্তিত্বহীন হয়ে যেতাম...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;সিস্টেম থেকে পুরোপুরি আউট&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971901740552518323-7560973004987341633?l=rhythm-of-silence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-of-silence.blogspot.com/feeds/7560973004987341633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-of-silence.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971901740552518323/posts/default/7560973004987341633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971901740552518323/posts/default/7560973004987341633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-of-silence.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title='শূন্য'/><author><name>void</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17123049982193323977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WY19AMTVJ3E/SYfv4zvItBI/AAAAAAAAAEk/4cnaW23yoAw/S220/16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971901740552518323.post-6907082259017706258</id><published>2007-12-03T13:11:00.012+06:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T21:35:48.594+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='হাবিজাবি'/><title type='text'>সামি ইউসুফের সাথে অনলাইনে কিছুক্ষণ. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i202.photobucket.com/albums/aa123/biponnoprohor/153---55549c5ecb.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i202.photobucket.com/albums/aa123/biponnoprohor/153---55549c5ecb.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i202.photobucket.com/albums/aa123/biponnoprohor/SAMI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i202.photobucket.com/albums/aa123/biponnoprohor/SAMI.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt;আজকে সামি ইউসুফের&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt;সাথে লাইভ চ্যাট হল&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt;।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt;প্রায় ৩ ঘন্টা ধরে চ্যাট&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt;মাশাআল্লাহ! শেষের দিকে সামি ইউসুফের গলার অবস্থা কেরোসিন&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt;। একটা ফোরামের মাধ্যমে আমরা ভয়েস চ্যাট করলাম...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt;ব্যক্তি হিসাবে সামি ইউসুফ অনেক নম্র&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt;ভদ্র&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt;কথা বলেন সুন্দর করে&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt;।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt;তবে এখনো সম্পূর্ণ ম্যাচিউরড হয়ে উঠতে পারেন নি&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt;।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt;আরেকটু ট্যাকফুললি কথা বললে ভাল হতো&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt;।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt;কুরদিসদের&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt;সম্পর্কে সামি ইউসুফের ধারণা শুনে তাজ্জব হয়ে গেলাম&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt;।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt;কুরদিসদের সম্পর্কে&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt;আমি অবশ্য বেশি কিছু জানি না&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt;কিন্তু যারা নির্যাতিত&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt;যারা তাদের&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt;স্বাধ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ী&lt;span lang="AR-SA"&gt;নতার জন্য যুদ্ধ করে চলেছে তাদেরকে টেরোরিস্ট বলাটা কতটা&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt;যুক্তি সংগত হয়েছে এটা বুঝতে পারছি না&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt;।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt;এ সম্পর্কে মন্তব্য করতে গেলে&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt;আমাকে প্রথমে কুরদিসদের পিকেকে গ্রুপ সম্পর্কে জানতে হবে&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt;।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt;এখন যেহেতু&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt;তেমন কিছু জানি না&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt;তাই মন্তব্য করা থেকে বিরত থাকছি&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt;।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt;শেষ মিউজিক ভিডিও&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt;আসমা-উ-আল্লাহ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt;তে হিজাব ছাড়া মেয়েদের যে দেখানো&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt;হয়েছে&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt;এটারও তেমন শক্ত যুক্তি সামি ইউসুফ দিতে পারেন নি&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt;।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt;যা বললেন তা&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt;আমার কাছে খুব একটা ভাল লাগে নি&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt;।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt;উনি বললেন&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt;কার ফেইথ বেশি এটা আমরা জাজ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt;করার কে&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt;।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt;কেউ যদি হিজাব ছাড়া থাকে তার বিশ্বাস যে হিজাবী মেয়েদের থেকে&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt;বেশি তা আমরা কেমন করে বুঝলাম&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt;হতে পারে&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt;যে হিজাব ছাড়া মেয়েটির&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt;ফেইথ বেশি&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt;।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt;সুতরাং উনি হিজাব ছাড়া মেয়েদের নিয়েও কাজ করেছেন&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt;।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt;যুক্তিটা&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt;আমার কাছে কেমন যেন ঠেকলো&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt;।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt;কথা হচ্ছে&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt;উনি তো কাজ করার জন্য পুরোটাই&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt;স্বাধীনতা রাখেন&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt;।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt;উনি একটা ভিডিও বানাবেন যেটা কিনা একটা ম্যাসেজ বহন&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt;করবে&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt;।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt;কি ম্যাসেজ দিচ্ছেন সেটাতো খোলাখুলি কোথাও বলেন নি&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt;।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt;হিজাব&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt;ছাড়া মেয়েরা ভাববে যে তারা যে হিজাব করছে না এতে কোন অসুবিধা নেই&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt;।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt;আমরা&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt;জানি হিজাব করা ফরজ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt;তাতে কি হয়েছে&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt;আমাদের তো ফেইথ আছে&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt;।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt;সুতরাং হিজাবেরই&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt;বা কি দরকার! বিশ্বাস থাকলেই তো হল&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt;।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt;আর অমুসলিমদের কথা বাদই না হয় দিলাম&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt;।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt;ভিডিওতে&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt;সবক&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt;টা মেয়ে হিজাবী থাকলে এমন কি অসুবিধা হতো&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt;আমার মতে অসুবিধা তো হতোই&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt;না বরং অনেক লাভ হতো&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt;।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt;নন-হিজাবীরা দেখতো যে হিজাব করেও কি সুন্দর কাজ করা&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt;যায়&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt;।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt;শুধুমাত্র আল্লাহ যতটুকু সীমারেখা টেনে দিয়েছেন সেই সীমার মধ্যে সবকিছু করা সম্ভব&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt;।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt;এটা কি আরও ভাল ম্যাসেজ হতে পারতো না&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt;যা হোক&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt;আল্লাহর কাছে দোয়া করছি সামি ইউসুফ আরো পরিণত হোক&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt;।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt;আল্লাহ তাকে সৎ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt;পথে থাকার তাওফীক দান করুন&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt;।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="" lang="AR-SA"&gt;কি লিখতে গিয়ে কি লিখে ফেললাম....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i202.photobucket.com/albums/aa123/biponnoprohor/153---55549c5ecb.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i202.photobucket.com/albums/aa123/biponnoprohor/153---55549c5ecb.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971901740552518323-6907082259017706258?l=rhythm-of-silence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-of-silence.blogspot.com/feeds/6907082259017706258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-of-silence.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971901740552518323/posts/default/6907082259017706258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971901740552518323/posts/default/6907082259017706258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-of-silence.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title='সামি ইউসুফের সাথে অনলাইনে কিছুক্ষণ. . .'/><author><name>void</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17123049982193323977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WY19AMTVJ3E/SYfv4zvItBI/AAAAAAAAAEk/4cnaW23yoAw/S220/16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry></feed>
