Abdul Raheem, who used to be an autorickshaw driver in Kerala, reached Saudi in the first decade of the century. He was hired by a family in Riyadh to take care of a differently-abled teenager along with driving duties. The boy used to breathe and eat using the help of a device attached to his body.

One day, while driving with the 15-year-old, the boy assaulted Raheem for stopping at a traffic signal. While trying to calm the teenager down and protect himself, Abdul Raheem ended up pushing the medical device on the boy's shoulder unintentionally. As it fell inside the car, the boy became unconscious and passed away, Onmanorama said in a report.

In 2018, Raheem was sentenced to death as the family refused to grant amnesty. The Kerala man's appeals were rejected and the Supreme Court upheld the verdict. However, in 2023, Raheem received a ray of hope as the family reconsidered and decided to accept diya (blood money) instead. They demanded 15 million Saudi riyals, approximately Rs 33.24 crore, which was to be paid within six months from the deal's signing on October 16, 2023. 

With the deadline fast approaching and Abdul Raheem's fate on the line, people across the stratas of life in Kerala joined hands to crowdsource the money. Until last week, the crowdfunding effort could only manage to find Rs 5 crore. However, as the deadline loomed, an aggressive campaign was launched via social media and the volunteers managed to find the entire amount in just four days' time, 

Why I mentioned the real story of Kerala ? 
It is a movie that trying to halt the prosperity and love between religions and cast 

The Kerala Story is a 2023 Indian Hindi-language drama film directed by Sudipto Sen and produced by Vipul Amrutlal Shah.[1] It stars Adah Sharma, Yogita Bihani, Sonia Balani, and Siddhi Idnani. The plot follows a group of women from Kerala who are coerced into converting to Islam and joining the Islamic State .[5][6]Marketed as a true story, the film is premised on the Hindutva conspiracy theory of "love jihad",[7] and falsely claims that thousands of Hindu women from Kerala have been converted to Islam and recruited in the Islamic State.[8][9]

So Kerala didn’t have story like this, so this is not the real.

Today we seen how the Keralites treat every one


A tiny oversight cost him his life. 
 18 years spent incarcerated 
 No aspirations, no desires 
Seven days remain before death.
 The tears were shed like spring.
 The mother, in despair, 
thought of her cherished son. 
34 crores for one life.
 No money, no forgiveness 
 The remnants of humanity 
 The insight of society with an aspiring mind
 The civilization that was portrayed as 
radical and narrow-minded shown true humanism. 

Saved him with four finger days.
 Tiny branches that are connected 
by various boundaries 
 The genuine world's lifesaver 
No hue, no faith 
 Neither wealthy nor impoverished Combined, 
providing the shed 
 The Humanity Day 
 The day of God's pardon 
 Dreams as actuality 
 The modern era's angles 
 With the courteous customs 
and principles proud of every second. 
 It feels like we were born with 
human emotions and died as human beings. 
The real Kerala story 
 Not just one, more than the blood money

Written by Sinanbinumer  

New Uzbekistan

Every corner of my country
It is blooming
Changes are in full swing
The eyes are happy

The head of our country is the head
Support us
Change at every step
It will surprise you.

My country is rich in history
Every corner is sacred,
To such a great country
Many people like it.

Of great scholars
We are young people,
First at every step
Shakhdam takes steps.

This is my country in the world
There is no comparison, there is no equal,
Everywhere is rich in history
There are many holy places.

Sometimes this language is weak
One look is not enough
I will describe it again
I won't run out of words.


Mamadaliyeva Aziza is the daughter of Dilshodbek.
She was born on October 19, 2006 in the city of Chust, Namangan region. Her first book "Joy of Youth" was published in 2021. Aziza is very interested in reading books along with writing poems. She is the district and regional prize winner of the "Young Reader" competition. A number of her poems are published in district and regional newspapers. Aziza Namangan has delighted many fans with her poems on television.

Moonlight Memories
 
The moonlight lingers long 
Over the shadows of my soul. 
Penetration eludes the mind 
In the silvery brightness of being. 
Waves of longing sweetness 
Hold my body prisoner 
Of memory’s braille fingers 
Touching my body’s holy places 
Lingering as the face of dawn 
Peeks in the curtained window. 
All night long the wild gypsy song 
Played across the softness of night 
And drew its bow with aching delight 
Across the muscled hardness 
Of your straining body, dripping 
Such honey over my glistening skin. 
Is it any wonder I resent the day; 
The hours dragging morning 
Past the fresh memory of your mouth 
While I dream of our shadowed bed 
Hung with moonlight, tracing 
The outline of your heaving form? 
O hurry day and draw the shade of night, 
For I am bathed; perfumed; and waiting, 
Wearing nothing but the memory of your kiss!


Time Was
 
Time was when a gale wind 
Swept across the field of wheat 
Making it look like a golden sea. 
Time was when the windmill whirred 
Filling the water trough for the horses, 
And the chickens scratched in the barnyard 
And the rooster crowed heralding dawn 
While I dreamed under winter covers on my bed. 
Time was when I could see my breath in the air 
When I stuck my head from under the quilt 
And smelled the scent of fresh coffee; pancakes 
And hot Maple Syrup and heard bacon frying. 
Time was when I jumped eagerly out of bed 
And greeted the outstretched arms of day 
With golden legs ready to run joyously 
Over the fields, meadows and streams 
And taste the wind in my hungry soul. 
Time was when the earth laughed 
Like a high-spirited child running through puddles 
Making mud pies and humming to itself. 
Time was when I dreamed of growing up; 
Being a woman; becoming a bride; having babies 
And flower gardens filled with tender longings; 
And I dreamily awaited someone I knew, I knew. 
Time was when you came calling like morning dew 
And I opened the door of my soul to you.


Annie Johnson is 84 years old. She is Shawnee Native American. She has published two, six hundred-page novels and six books of poetry. Annie has won several poetry awards from world poetry organizations including; World Union of Poets; she is a member of World Nations Writers Union; has received the World Institute for Peace award; the World Laureate of Literature from World Nations Writers Union and The William Shakespeare Poetry Award. She received a Certificate and Medal in recognition of the highest literature from International Literary Union for the year 2020, from Ayad Al Baldawi, President of the International Literary Union. She has three children, two grandchildren, and two sons-in-law. Annie played a flute in the Butler University Symphony. She still plays her flute.

A Vision

We all come to make a promise happen
Beg you to welcome us with arms wide open
Individual Muses together we Awaken
We all as one family a duty is given
We bring to you our sacred mountain
You bring us your wind and terrain
Let us Heal the world dying with pain
Our spirits blended evil power to drain
Our cultures and skills to Inspire
Let there be no more slaves and master sire
To Unite for true Change to transpire
No Pride No Greed No violent Desire
Let us forge a chain of Equality
All men be free even in Diversity
Show the world true meaning of Humanity
Artists and Poets, that is our moral duty
Let us be blind to Colors of Race
Let us be deaf to Discrimination phrase
No Gender No Age to hide our face
No Fame No Richness No Name to trace
We shall all stand with our heads up
Each one in loving arms to wrap
Let no lies or doubts set up trap
We all rise with Honor on our lap



Words be True

Words may cover ones heart
Yet time shows where they start
Lines connect to tear them apart
Beware from goal never depart
Words may cover as mask
Yet time will put them to task
Lines to show the inside of a husk
Beware one's own heart always ask
Words may others convince
Yet time filters all ever since
Lines drawn whether a lie wince
Beware one's own truth never mince
Always walk on one's true path
Lest one gather the judge's wrath


Lilian Dipasupil Kunimasa was born January 14, 1965, in Manila Philippines. She has worked as a retired Language Instructor, interpreter, caregiver, secretary, product promotion employee, and private therapeutic masseur. Her works have been published as poems and short story anthologies in several language translations for e-magazines, monthly magazines, and books; poems for cause anthologies in a Zimbabwean newspaper; a feature article in a Philippine newspaper; and had her works posted on different poetry web and blog sites. She has been writing poems since childhood but started on Facebook only in 2014. For her, Poetry is life and life is poetry. 

Lilian Kunimasa considers herself a student/teacher with the duty to learn, inspire, guide, and motivate others to contribute to changing what is seen as normal into a better world than when she steps into it. She has always considered life as an endless journey, searching for new goals, and challenges and how she can in small ways make a difference in every path she takes. She sees humanity as one family where each one must support the other and considers poets as a voice for Truth in pursuit of Equality and proper Stewardship of nature despite the hindrances of distorted information and traditions.

I COME FROM YESTERDAY
 
I come from that yesterday, with creaks 
real broncos, and tenacious in step 
of the times, which do not stop coming out in this present. 
From the same secret viscera. 
My fury here matures and I listen to it
I listen to myself in meditation 
God himself breaks the obstacle of his perfect eternity 
and touches my trusting heart 
I am the one who modifies
Ruthless warrior 
I come and go from yesterday, she slipped me, 
I sink into the pure soul… 
And although with many sorrows on my back, 
I continue at a firm pace, without fear of the sun. 
The feelings continue in myself and expand, 
To return to the center and start over.

GRACIELA NOEMI VILLAVERDE writer. Poet from Concepción del Uruguay (Entre Rios) Argentina. Based in Buenos Aires She graduated in letters, author of seven books. Poetry genre. Awarded several times worldwide. She works as she, World Manager of Educational and Social Projects, of the Hispanic World Union of Writers .UHE World Honorary President of the same institution Activa de la Sade, Argentine Society of Writers. Commissioner of honor in the executive cabinet IN THE EDUCATIONAL AND SOCIAL RELATIONS DIVISION, of the UNACCC SOUTH AMERICA ARGENTINA CHAPTER.

A Sound of the Body

The world with its ecosystem has a physical body
Where we live and die - the elements are inter related 
As the sky with its stars and planets 
The human body - with its flesh and blood
Good or harmful deeds- feeling bright or sick
Time is passing so rapid that makes it aged, decay and die
The condition is the same for body of us and the earth
By the cutting down of so much trees 
The weather getting imbalanced day by day
Takes it so hot and dry, breaks the banks of the rivers 
Seeping the oil on the waters
It is as if the hungers feed
Emitting the carbon dioxide much on water and surface
That the greenhouse effect we suffer from the terrible heat of the sun
The life is changing to decay, die day by day
Because of its misuse of everything, ignoring all we should have
As the sight of the disbelieving incidents of the earth
Feeling sleepy at the time of raining, I go to my bed
In the sunlight or moonlit night 
I walk on the carpeted ground with its beautiful green
How far the glorious fitness of the body will continue
The condition of my body inside and outside speaks out, speaks out.

Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh,
12 April, 2024.



Md. Mahbubul Alam is from Bangladesh. His writer name is Mahbub John in Bangladesh. He is a Senior Teacher (English) of Harimohan Government High School, Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh. Chapainawabganj is a district town of Bangladesh. He is an MA in English Literature from Rajshahi College under National University. He has published three books of poems in Bangla. He writes mainly poems but other branches of literature such as prose, article, essay etc. also have been published in national and local newspapers, magazines, little magazines. 

He has achieved three times Best Teacher Certificate and Crest in National Education Week in the District Wise Competition in Chapainawabganj District. He has gained many literary awards from home and abroad. His English writings have been being published in an International Online Magazine - Synchronized Chaos from America for seven years. 

House by the Sea 

On the shore of the blue sea, 
Stands a house, white as snow, 
Under the wind it rustles, bringing cold through the window, 
While gray ravens circle the sky, as if reading fate. 
Seagulls soar over the waves, 
Causing unrest with their cries, 
While the scent of salt beckons the soul to journey, 
Into the endless blue, where the sky touches the water. 
In that house by the sea, 
You hear only silence, except for the whispering of the wind, 
And the sounds of waves caressing the shore, 
As love envelops the heart with its warmth. 
Gray ravens, seagulls, sea, and wind, 
Become part of the landscape, part of the story of life, 
In which every emotion is reflected, 
Like waves that caress the shore, over and over again.

Maja Milojković was born in 1975 in Zaječar, Serbia.
She is a person to whom from an early age, Leonardo da Vinci's statement "Painting is poetry that can be seen, and poetry is painting that can be heard" is circulating through the blood.
That's why she started to use feathers and a brush and began to reveal the world and herself to them.
As a poet, she is represented in numerous domestic and foreign literary newspapers, anthologies and electronic media, and some of her poems can be found on YouTube.
Many of her poems have been translated into English, Hungarian, Bengali and Bulgarian due to the need of foreign readers.
She is the recipient of many international awards.
"Trees of Desire" is her second collection of poems in preparation, which is preceded by the book of poems "Moon Circle". 
She is a member of the International Society of Writers and Artists "Mountain Views" in Montenegro,and shealso is a member of the Poetry club "Area Felix" in Serbia.