There Was a Boy

There was a boy, he sat alone at an empty table at a café.

There was a boy, his eyes seemed to lack a certain twinkle.

There was a boy, he always kept his head lowered, eyes on the bank pages in front of him.

There was a boy, his lips never curved up into a smile.

There was a boy, he had blue eyes that only held sadness.

There was a boy, his heart was split into a million pieces.

There was a boy, he heard nothing but silence.

There was a boy, his tears flowed down his cheeks everyday.

There was a boy, he always felt helpless.   Continue reading

The Rain

By: Shanzida Khandaker

“I’m telling you Jase, the rain has vowed to pour until the world is flooded,” Aron moaned into the phone as he lightly banged his head on the on the headboard of his bed. It had been raining nonstop for the past two days but to Aron it felt more like years.

“Air, you’re over reacting mate,” Jase answered, and though Aron couldn’t see, he knew that his best friend was rolling his eyes.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me Jase – no, don’t even try to say you weren’t rolling your eyes Mr.- but seriously, this rain is so- so- I don’t know, so not rad,”

“Okay, first, don’t ever say ‘rad’ again, you sound stupid,”

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What do you want to be when you grow up? This is a question that every child is asked at least once. And many times the child answers the question by stating a job that his or her parents do. Other times they name a profession that the parents hope the child will grow up to be.

When I was young, I was asked that same question many times. At first, I would always answer with a simple “I don’t know?” and that caught people by surprise. Children often times speak their minds, and that is exactly what I did. Continue reading

The Story of The King, Nazmus, and the Computer

I found a story that I don’t remember writing. It’s cute and short and it was funny, so here it is! 🙂

Once upon a time there was a boy named Nazmus. Nazmus was a very smart person that loved computers. One day, the king called him into the castle to ask for help on the kings’ computer named boo. Nazmus thought that the king was stupid and knew exactly how to fix the computer. He told the king “Your highness, have you tried turning it off and back on?” The king looked at him with an evil eye. “You think I’m a fool! You shall be beheaded.” So Nazmus was beheaded. That night, the king sat in his layer and thought about what Nazmus had said. He went up to his computer and turned it off and back on. To his surprise, it started working. “Oh, so Nazmus was right, my bad.”

The End

Taking Chances

By: Shanzida Khandaker

“Mrs. Johnson, you need to give her some space, I know you’re worried, but excluding her from the rest of the group wont protect her. It was only one person that caused the problem, there is no point in blaming the ones who had nothing to do with it, and she needs to be able to communicate with her friends.”

“What if that Carry girl does something stupid and blames my daughter, even if she isn’t a part of it. Isn’t it safe to just keep her away from the girls that were there that day?”

“I understand where you’re coming from, but those girls were innocent, and they had nothing to do with it. It was just an unfortunate timing.”

“What if there is another unfortunate timing? What if she’s there the next time, what happens then? I’m not going to let my daughter talk to anyone that was in that incident, I’m not taking that chance.”

“Did you ever think that maybe it’s hurting her? That maybe she want’s to be able to talk to the people she has grown so close to?”

“I don’t care, I am her mother and I know what’s best for her.”

“Mrs. Johnson, think about this for a second. What if in the future she doesn’t have another choice, what if she has to deal with it the next time. If she doesn’t have practice, and she doesn’t know what to do except for running and hiding she will be in trouble.”

“She will be just fine, thank you very much. Now, if you will excuse me, I have things to do.”

“Alright, but Mrs. Johnson, remember one thing. You can’t always hid in the closet because you’re scared that the monster might come.”

Open Your Eyes

By: Shanzida Khandaker

When you’re born in a country, even if you didn’t grow up in it, there is always a special connection you feel towards it; there is that feeling of love that is unexplainable. However, no matter how strong your love is, regardless of the situation, your mind kicks in and you think logically. Logical thinking isn’t a bad thing, it’s actually the contrary. You adapt to the world around you, and then, when you go into a world that is so different from what you have grown up with, nothing seems to make sense.

I always felt mind boggled when I looked at the situation in Bangladesh. A country that had been so passionate to earn its independence, and had earned it, turned into something close to unexplainable. There is no denying that Bangladesh is a beautiful country; with the nature that covers the grounds of it and the forests that exists carrying the creatures only unique to it, Bangladesh is a country that is one of a kind. Continue reading

Ditch the Whole Scene

(Note: Hey there! This is a story that was written by a friend and I just absolutely adored it! So, I wanted to share it. All credit goes out to Roe Gibson. Hope you like it! –Shanzida 🙂 )

Ditch the Whole Scene

By Roe Gibson

Eponine thunks her head against the window of Cosette’s car. How did she end up here, in this too-clean, too-new, “papa-insisted-on-paying-for-all-of-it”, cutie-mobile? Rain pitter-patters against the car, and the blonde hops into driver’s seat next to Eponine with a bright smile.

“Sorry about that!” she chirps, still grinning. She’s referring to how long it took her to shake off her dad’s overprotective checklists and reminders. “I’m so glad you agreed to come with me- he’d never let me go otherwise.” Eponine leans to look out the window at Cosette’s classy apartment building. Sure enough, her father is standing outside as the doorman holds the door open for him with a sort of grimace. He waves eagerly, and Eponine returns the gesture awkwardly. Continue reading