THE WAR OF WORLD
It was 31th century. The world was much better then. Then many types of advanced machines were invented in the world. Such as Time Machine, Spaceship, Adaptation Light etc. There were also many advanced inventions. People did not use any petrol or diesel vehicles then. Then special types of scientific vehicles were invented.
As a result of one of these machines, the whole world was in the hands of man. Humans could travel to any planet using advanced spaceships. Humans wanted to make the climate of Mars similar to that of Earth. Humans then use Adaptation Light to work on climate change on Mars without hindrance. Gradually the climate became suitable for human habitation.
Then scientists started observing the neighboring planet Venus. Then they noticed changes in the weather on Venus. But they didn't think much about it. After many days, the scientists saw that the climate had changed a lot. Then the scientists decided to go to Venus. They went there in a spaceship and found that there was a kind of life living there. The scientists became invisible with the help of the invisible machine and wandered there. Scientists see that aliens have built many big cities there. They also made many weapons.
Scientists noticed that the weapons are much more advanced than the earth's weapons. This means that the aliens are much more intelligent than the people of the earth. Then the scientists came to know from there that the stay of the aliens on Venus will be short-lived because soon Venus will be destroyed. So the aliens were looking for other planets. And they found Earth and aliens also knew that Earth was inhabited by life. So they are making the weapons to destroy the human race on earth.
Then after knowing these scientists quickly returned to earth. Scientists get together to think how to stop the aliens. Scientists try to communicate with aliens via satellite. But the scientists did not succeed in this. But they build another satellite and scientists use strange words to describe the aliens. Finally they succeeded in communicating with the aliens. Then the scientists tell the aliens that there was human habitation on earth, they should find another planet. But the aliens didn't listen. They prepared to invade Earth.
Then the Earth scientists decided to use the time machine to save the Earth. Scientists used a time machine to travel to the past and take some miniature bombs with them. The scientists planted the bomb in all the spaceships of the aliens and returned to the present. When the aliens left for Earth, the scientists warned the aliens. But they didn't pay attention to the words of scientists. The scientists then detonated the bombs on the spaceships loaded with alien weapons. Then the aliens got scared and the aliens surrendered. Scientists say we need a planet to live on.
So we wanted to take over the world. Where will we live? Already the climate of Mars has become habitable. Scientists believed that good relations with aliens will benefit mankind. So the scientists asked the aliens to live on Mars and the aliens accepted. Many years later, aliens have built cities on Mars and are living peacefully. And now aliens have a good relationship with humans. Scientists are discovering more new things with alien. And the world has become a very beautiful and advanced planet. And the human race has become full of modernity.
Md.Rafiul Islam is a student of grade 7 in Harimohan Government High School, Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh.
FRIENDSHIP IN WAR
THIS IS A STORY OF A WARRIOR MEANS ABOUT A FREEDOM FIGHTER, WHO WAS IN THE MOHIUDDIN JAHANGIR’S TEAM.
The day was 12th December 1971. Yes this is a story that was happened in the liberation war. A warrior named Abdul Motin was eating his food after two days because the supplies were off for two days. Suddenly their captain Mohiuddin Jahangir came and told them:
Mohiuddin: Hey my brave warriors, there is a good news that our country is almost independent but we have to kill Pakistani enemies to free Chapainawabganj.
Mokshed: Yes captain we will!
Kinu: But captain, we don’t have enough resources to fight.
Mohiuddin: Yes, I already sent a message and I think the recourses will come soon.
Motin: Inshallah captain, Joy Bangla.
Mohiuddin: Joy Bangla
After that day the freedom fighter team of Gazi Rahim Uddin came and said,
Rahim Uddin: Hey, Mohiuddin, your team can’t fight against the Pakistani army. Please give the opportunity to us to free Chapainawabganj.
Mohiuddin: NO! Rahim, I know my team is not as powerful as your team but we have enough mind power and confidence to beat them.
Rahim Uddin: Ok, but you have only the next day to prove your team. If you can’t, my team will smash them.
Mohiuddin: Oh! my warrior brother.
On that 13th December night there was a meeting with Mohi Uddin’s team that how they could attack next day.
Mohi Uddin was briefing the plan:
Mohiuddin: I and Mokshed will remain in the front and we will always fight to make them surrender. Then Kinu will throw bomb if there were any barracks or barricades. Got it?
Mokshed: Yes, captain.
Kinu: Yes, captain.
Mohiuddin: Now Motin, Karim and Hakim will cover us firing.
Then Mohiuddin made 10 teams with these patterns and they started to go with the street of Mahanada river because the Pakistani base camp was situated at the other side of the river.
Now that was the war time, Captain Mohiuddin Jahangir was walking and saw the base camp but suddenly there was an artillery attack and captain shouted "attack down’’. Many of them jump to bunker.
The enemy was informed that they will attack and they were ready. But Mohiuddin was a very brave man. He took a machine gun and firing to the enemy, he does not have the fear of death and his partner Kinu was throwing bombs and destroy the bunkers with
Mohiuddin.
But then the Pakistani military started firing rapidly with their modern
weapons. Suddenly a bullet hit to the head of Mohiuddin Jahangir and he fell down. The captain was down and the team was like a boat without a controller. Suddenly an artillery blasts beside Motin.
He jumped in the bunker but when he stood and looked that he was
surrounded by four Pakistani army and he couldn’t fight with them because he had a rifle which could only fire one bullet in one round. When he was on the corner of the death, his best friend Mokshed saw it and he had a machine gun and he fired rapidly to save his best friend’s life and his accuracy saved Motin. The war finished after 30 minutes. Mohiuddin sacrificed his life to free Chapainawabganj.
The next day the team of Gazi Rahim Uddin came to fight and won the battle. And finally, on the 16th of December, 1971, Bangladesh officially got their independence.
We lost a hero just two days before the independence.
N.B: The story was inspired by a real story about Motin and Kinu is my grandfather.
Fahim is a student of grade 7 in Harimohan Government High School, Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh.
2. KUĆA I TI
Zakači kaput tuge u ormar,
iznošene grešne potpetice stavi u cipelar
sa ostalom pocepanom obućom,
čaršav i sve na krevetu što je upijalo
sve tvoje neprospavane noći
iznesi na sunčev zrak zaborava.
Potom svoju suzu urami u drveni okvir
i postavi iznad kamina
da je toplotni zrak pusti na slobodu,
onda kada dođe vreme.
Uđi u dečiju sobu i seti se sebe tako male i bezbrižne.
Uzmi platno bele boje i obmotaj se
u više slojeva odvojenosti,
raspusti dugu kosu da miluje tvoje telo.
Stavi ploču The Beatles-a u stari gramofon i pevaj uz daire,
izađi iz kuće čiji nisi vlasnik,
sama si je stvorila misleći da ti pripada, ali ne.
Ti nemaš dom u svetu prolaznosti.
Spoznaj Njega i prizivaj odricanje
i pleši da prizoveš nebesku ljubav.
Cigle se otapaju u crveni prah od plesa,
a ti u ruševinama spoznaješ svoj mir
i shvataš tek tada da je tvoja kuća bila
gvozdeni kavez koja ima izlaz.
2. THE HOUSE AND YOU
Hang the coat of sorrow in the closet,
put the worn sinful heels in the shoebox
with other torn footwear,
sheet and anything on the bed that was absorbed
all your sleepless nights
bring out into the sunshine of oblivion
Then frame your tear in a wooden frame
and place above the fireplace to
let the heat ray set her free
then when the time comes.
Enter the children's room and remember yourself so small and carefree.
Take a white cloth and wrap it around yourself
in multiple layers of separation,
let your long hair down to caress your body.
Put a Beatles record in an old record player and sing along the tambourine,
get out of the house you don't own,
you created it yourself, thinking it belonged to you, but it didn't.
You have no home in the world of transience.
Know Him and invoke renunciation
and dance to invoke heavenly love.
Bricks dissolve into red dust from dancing,
and you find your peace in the ruins
and you realize only then that your house was
an iron cage that has an exit.
Name: Nahyean Bin Khalid
Class: 7
THE MANSION HIDDEN IN THE FOREST - CHAPTER 02
I floated through the broken mirror into a realm of shadows and echoes. The ghostly figures whispered tales of their own misfortunes, and I realized they were trapped souls crying for release. Together, we roamed the mansion's different rooms and corridors, seeking clues to set us free.
In the moonlit attic, an old diary revealed the mansion's tragic history. A cursed family, betrayal, and a desire for redemption tied the spirits together. Determined to break the curse, I explored the mansion's secrets, solving puzzles, and calming restless souls.
As I uncovered the truth, the mansion transformed. The broken windows mended, the walls revitalized, and the whispers turned into songs of gratitude. The spirits, freed at last, faded away, leaving me standing in a restored mansion.
Yet, the mirror remained shattered. I realized my destiny was intertwined with this place. The ghosts, my new friends, offered a bittersweet farewell as I became the guardian of the enchanted mansion, forever balancing between the worlds of the living and the spectral.
[Originally published in Fleury’s book You Are Enough: The Journey to Accepting Your Authentic Self]
Objective: Seeking a position to be over, under or next to someone;
Willing to fill any opening or position…
Education: Certificate of participation in “group” activities
Experience: Been around the block a few times…
Skills: Can touch my lower stomach without using my hands
Achievements: Never been arrested for seX crimes
Hobbies: All things done in the dark
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The Only Way to See the Stars…
By Jacques Fleury
[Originally published in Fleury’s book You Are Enough: The Journey to Accepting Your Authentic Self]
I often wonder why I smile even when sad
Thudding of my heart hearkening back
To recidivist scars running my fingers
Over the scabs abrading the cut of the
Blade and making my way in a world full
Of hurt people who hurt people
A pejorative and abortive choice
So smiling instead of snarling helps me
Remember even if bliss turns to distress
To see the stars is through the darkness…
Possible Causes and Effects of Cited High Blood Pressure
By Jacques Fleury
[Originally published in Fleury’s book You Are Enough: The Journey to Accepting Your Authentic Self]
If your Father died of heart disease
If you have Sleep Apnea
If you have irregular sleeping schedule
If you are overweight
If you have a late night binge eating habit
If you take caffeinated Energy Supplements
If you Drink Caffeinated Tea and Hot Chocolate
If you Use heavily salted spices like Chicken Bouillon Cubes
If you’re not getting enough “regular” cardio exercise
If you’re inconsistent with your daily meditation practice
If you ruminate about the past: its afflictions and perceived malfeasances
If you harbor resentments regarding sociopolitical and racial injustices
If you feel constant stings of Minority Stress through Micro Aggressions of racism
If you are BLACK!
Random Musings about Submission
By Jacques Fleury
[Originally published in Fleury’s book You Are Enough: The Journey to Accepting Your Authentic Self]
Let’s just begin in
medias res…or in the middle of things…
You see, we had artistic differences,
I was the artist and they were indifferent…
“Thank you for your submission…” but I never
Submitted!
At least not in the way that they wanted me to;
If I wasn’t fiscally challenged, I would board a jet plane
And head for a luge run at Saint Moritz Switzerland,
A psychotically dangerous sport;
Maybe they’ve driven me to psychosis!
Luge, a sport rooted in Germanic tribal wars against the Romans;
Bored aristocrats on vacation looking for a distraction;
Although I am distracted by my own tribal war here in America,
I am nothing like a bored and puerile aristocrat…
This landed me in a mawkish quagmire of self-pity;
In my mind I absconded into a journey of devilment to topple my torment;
Writing can be an exercise in discernment that you are inevitably
Obliged to submit for judgment; that is if you expect to make
An impact other than justifying your own derangement due to
Maladjustment…
“Your writing is not a good fit for our publication” was the nadir of my existence!!!
What did I write to warrant such specious offerings you may ask?
Well I wrote from the voice of an ignoble omnivorous muskrat
Whose sexual identify is non-binary;
Both a strumpet and a sthumpet!
And as an exponent of socio-political justice wrote hither and thither
An apocalyptic reverie about mutant muskrats;
A germane allegory or political fodder for the purpose of unveiling
pejorative prejudice;
Deciding to introduce a foreign element into an established
Yet insecure environment so to demonstrate the ensuing behavior
Of those who deem themselves superior;
The muskrat representing the only POC or person of color
In an all-white order where WASPS Rule!
WASPS being descendants of
Wealthy Anglo-Saxon Protestant Males
Feeling their long history of imposing their cultural values and
Socio-political power over “the other” that is
women and minorities…
Threatened by a neo-progressive era geared towards changing the status quo;
Clamping down on their suppression in retaliation to the
Nascent and unrelenting movement towards socio-political
And economic progression and equality
In this American Nation!
“Thank you for your submission
But your work is not a good fit for our publication…”
Really?!
So here I am, randomly musing about not being chosen…
Am I just a titular poet?
A deuteragonist in my own story?
When do I get to be the protagonist hero despite my AFRO?!
When do I get to be the plucky character in epics akin to
19th century iconoclastic South African king Shaka Zulu whose heroic story depicted
How he united tribal factions to create notable states and powerful African identities…or even
Anglo-Saxon and French epics like Beowulf together with Le Chanson De Roland?
Or even the archetypal Mesopotamian great:
The Epic of Gilgamesh;
Regarded as the earliest prototypical literature and the second oldest religious text…
“Your submission is not on par with our vision…”
Really?!
Even in the midst of global
Dissention and division?!
So we had artistic differences…I was the artist and they were indifferent.
But I decided to muse about it to manufacture
My own moment,
Fashion my own non-contentious and all-inclusive literary faction,
Where ALL postulatory voices are worthy of publication;
Because the acrimony of exclusivity is
A damnation!
I will continue to submit but NEVER to their behest for
Submission!!!
Jacques Fleury is a Boston Globe featured Haitian-American Poet, Author, Educator and literary arts student at Harvard University online. His latest book “You Are Enough: The Journey to Accepting Your Authentic Self” and other titles are available at all Boston Public Libraries, the University of Massachusetts Healey Library, University of Wyoming , The Harvard Book Store, The Grolier Poetry Bookshop, amazon etc… He has been published in prestigious publications such as Muddy River Poetry Review, the Cornell University Press anthology Class Lives: Stories from Our Economic Divide, Boston Area Small Press and Poetry Scene among others…Visit him at: http://www.authorsden.com/jacquesfleury.
Linden tree
I wish I was as strong and indifferent as the linden tree in my yard.
To let go of the long stamen veins - all the way to the hellish corridors deep in the earth and not be touched by the embers!
And on the surface, let me be mischievous and timid only when you want me to.
You would never be able to understand how much and why my leaves and my impatient flower can flutter.
Azemina Krehić was born on October 14, 1992 in Metković, Republic of Croatia. Winner of several international awards for poetry, including: Award of university professors in Trieste, 2019.,„Mak Dizdar“ award, 2020. Award of the Publishing Foundation of the Federation of Bosnia and Herzegovina, 2021. „Fra Martin Nedić“ Award, 2022. She is represented in several international anthologies of poetry.
