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Story- 1
Once upon a time, the house of a rich man was infested with rats. They were living there with great happiness without any fear. .......
Who will Bell the Cat /Â
Who will Bell the Cat /Â
Easier to Say but Difficult to Do
Easier to Say but Difficult to Do
Once upon a time, the house of a rich man was infested (āĻāĻ°ā§ āĻ¯āĻžāĻā§āĻž/ āĻĒā§āĻ°ā§āĻŖ āĻšāĻā§āĻž) with rats. They were living there with great happiness without any fear. They were having a great fun and boldly (āĻ¨āĻŋāĻāĻ¸āĻā§āĻā§āĻā§) moved in the house. But the inmates (āĻŦāĻžāĻ¸āĻŋāĻ¨ā§āĻĻāĻžāĻ°āĻž) of the house were having a great trouble. One day they brought a cat to drive the rats away. (drive away- āĻ¤āĻžā§āĻŋā§ā§ āĻĻā§āĻā§āĻž) The rats fell in great problem. So they sat together in a conference (āĻ¸āĻāĻž). Most of the rats at the conference argued (āĻ¯ā§āĻā§āĻ¤āĻŋ āĻĻā§āĻā§āĻž) and came up with many plans. Towards the end of the conference, a young rat stood up and said that a bell could be tied (āĻŦāĻžāĻāĻ§āĻž) around the cat's neck. This way, they could hear the cat coming and escape (āĻĒāĻžāĻ˛āĻžāĻ¨ā§) in time. All clapped (āĻšāĻžāĻ¤āĻ¤āĻžāĻ˛āĻŋ āĻĻā§āĻā§āĻž) merrily (āĻāĻ¨āĻ¨ā§āĻĻā§āĻ° āĻ¸āĻā§āĻā§) seconding him (āĻ¤āĻžāĻā§ āĻ¸āĻŽāĻĨāĻ°ā§āĻ¨ āĻāĻ°ā§). But soon after this, an old rat said, "The proposal of the young lad (āĻāĻŋāĻļā§āĻ°/ āĻā§āĻ˛ā§) is very good, I support. But who will bell the cat?"
At this, all were stone still (āĻ¨ā§āĻ°āĻŦ / âāĻ¸ā§āĻ¤āĻŦā§āĻ§ āĻšāĻā§āĻž). There was a pin drop silence (āĻĒā§āĻ°ā§āĻŖ āĻ¨ā§āĻ°āĻŦāĻ¤āĻž) in the conference. The meeting ended with no decision and the rats eventually (āĻ āĻŦāĻļā§āĻˇā§) migrated (āĻ¸ā§āĻĨāĻžāĻ¨āĻžāĻ¨ā§āĻ¤āĻ°āĻŋāĻ¤ āĻšāĻā§āĻž) to save their own lives.Â
Story- 2
It was the morning of November 21, 2025. Our family was doing the usual Friday things. Grandpa was watching TV and I was getting my schoolwork ready................
Staying Calm Saves Lives
Staying Calm Saves Lives
It was the morning of November 21, 2025. Our family was doing the usual (āĻ¸ā§āĻŦāĻžāĻāĻžāĻŦāĻŋāĻ) Friday things. Grandpa (āĻĻāĻžāĻĻāĻž) was watching TV and I was getting my schoolwork ready. The morning was calm and quiet (āĻļāĻžāĻ¨ā§āĻ¤ āĻ āĻ¨āĻŋāĻ°āĻŋāĻŦāĻŋāĻ˛āĻŋ), and nothing seemed unusual. Suddenly, at around 10:38 a.m., the floor began to shake (āĻāĻžāĻāĻĒāĻž) strongly. The table and my chair moved violently (āĻĒā§āĻ°āĻŦāĻ˛āĻāĻžāĻŦā§), and I felt extremely frightened (āĻā§āĻ¤) and confused (āĻŦāĻŋāĻā§āĻ°āĻžāĻ¨ā§āĻ¤). I had never experienced such a situation before. For a few moments, I could not understand what was happening around me. Later, we came to know that it was a powerful earthquake (āĻā§āĻŽāĻŋāĻāĻŽā§āĻĒ) measuring 5.7 on the Richter scale (āĻ°āĻŋāĻāĻāĻžāĻ° āĻ¸ā§āĻā§āĻ˛), and its epicenter (āĻā§āĻ¨ā§āĻĻā§āĻ°āĻŦāĻŋāĻ¨ā§āĻĻā§) was in Narsingdi. Our peaceful morning turned into a moment of fear and uncertainty within seconds.
My younger sister became very scared (āĻā§āĻ¤) and started crying while holding her toy tightly. I quickly pulled her under a strong table to protect her. My mother helped Grandpa stand up, and my father firmly (āĻĻā§ā§āĻāĻžāĻŦā§) told everyone not to panic (āĻāĻ¤āĻā§āĻāĻŋāĻ¤)Â and to remain calm. The windows rattled (āĻāĻžāĻāĻā§āĻ¨āĻŋ āĻĻā§āĻā§āĻž) loudly, and some dishes fell on the floor. After about half a minute, the shaking gradually stopped. My father took his phone and money bag and said we should move outside carefully because another shock might happen. We went to an open field where our neighbors had gathered. Although everyone looked worried, we felt relieved (āĻŽā§āĻā§āĻ¤āĻŋ/āĻ¸ā§āĻŦāĻ¸ā§āĻ¤āĻŋ) to be safe. This experience taught me that staying calm and helping one another is very important during an earthquake.
Story- 3
Once upon a time, there lived a boy named Bayazid. His mother was ill. .............
Bayazid's Love for his Mother
Bayazid's Love for his Mother
Once upon a time, there lived a boy named Bayazid. His mother was ill (āĻ āĻ¸ā§āĻ¸ā§āĻĨ). One night, Bayazid was studying by the side of the bed of his mother. Suddenly, his mother woke up (āĻā§āĻā§ āĻāĻ āĻž) and asked him to bring her a glass of water. Bayazid quickly went to the kitchen, but he saw that there was no water in the pitcher (āĻāĻ˛āĻ¸). He searched for (āĻ¸āĻ¨ā§āĻ§āĻžāĻ¨ āĻāĻ°āĻž) water in many places, but he could not find any. Then he decided to fetch (āĻāĻ¨āĻž/ āĻāĻ¨ā§āĻ¨ āĻāĻ°āĻž) water from a nearby fountain (āĻāĻ°ā§āĻŖāĻž). He took the empty pitcher and went out into the dark night. After filling the pitcher with water, he returned home and poured (āĻĸāĻžāĻ˛āĻž) the water into a glass.
When Bayazid came back to his motherâs bed, he saw that she had fallen asleep (āĻā§āĻŽāĻŋā§ā§ āĻĒā§āĻž) again. He did not want to disturb her, so he stood quietly beside her bed with the glass of water in his hand. The whole night passed like this, but he did not go to sleep because he thought his mother might wake up at any moment (āĻ¯ā§ āĻā§āĻ¨ā§ āĻŽā§āĻšā§āĻ°ā§āĻ¤ā§). In the morning, his mother woke up and saw Bayazid standing there with the glass of water. She hugged (āĻā§āĻŋā§ā§ āĻ§āĻ°āĻž) him with deep love and prayed to God for her son. The prayer of the mother came true.
Story- 4
Once upon a time, there was a king called Midas. He was very rich. Yet he always longed for more riches. Moreover, he was fond of gold ............
King Midas : The Golden Touch
King Midas : The Golden Touch
Once upon a time, there was a king called Midas. He was very rich. Yet he always longed for (āĻāĻāĻžāĻā§āĻā§āĻˇāĻž āĻāĻ°āĻž) more riches. Moreover, he was fond of (āĻĒāĻāĻ¨ā§āĻĻ āĻāĻ°āĻž/āĻāĻ¸āĻā§āĻ¤) gold though he had a lot of it. He believed that gold was the source of true happiness. He thought that if he had the golden touch, he would become the happiest man in the world. A wise god (āĻĻā§āĻŦāĻ¤āĻž) heard his wish and granted (āĻŽāĻā§āĻā§āĻ° āĻāĻ°āĻž) it at once. One morning, King Midas woke up early and went to walk in his garden as usual. While walking, he touched a beautiful white rose. To his great surprise, the rose immediately turned into gold. Then he touched another plant, and it also became gold. He was very surprised (āĻ āĻŦāĻžāĻ) and excited. He started touching many things happily and enjoyed his new power. At that moment, his only daughter came into the garden. The king hugged (āĻā§āĻŋā§ā§ āĻ§āĻ°āĻž) her to share his happiness. But suddenly, she turned (āĻĒāĻ°āĻŋāĻŖāĻ¤ āĻšāĻā§āĻž) into a statue (āĻāĻžāĻ¸ā§āĻāĻ°ā§āĻ¯) of gold. The king became very sad and shocked. He realized his mistake and prayed to God to take back (āĻĢāĻŋāĻ°āĻŋā§ā§ āĻ¨ā§āĻā§āĻž) the dangerous gift. After some time, his daughter became alive (āĻā§āĻŦāĻŋāĻ¤) again. The king felt relieved (āĻ¸ā§āĻŦāĻ¸ā§āĻ¤āĻŋ) and happy.
Story- 5
Once there lived a poor woodcutter in a village near a jungle. He used to cut wood from the forest and sell it in the market. But one day, while cutting wood.........
An Honest Woodcutter and the Beautiful Fairy
An Honest Woodcutter and the Beautiful Fairy
Once there lived a poor woodcutter (āĻāĻžāĻ ā§āĻ°āĻŋā§āĻž) in a village near a jungle. He used to cut wood from the forest and sell it in the market. But one day, while cutting wood, his axe (āĻā§ā§āĻžāĻ˛) fell into a deep pond. The woodcutter could not swim or dive (āĻĄā§āĻŦ āĻĻā§āĻā§āĻž), so he sat sadly by the pond. Suddenly, a beautiful fairy (āĻĒāĻ°ā§) appeared (āĻāĻĒāĻ¸ā§āĻĨāĻŋāĻ¤ āĻšāĻā§āĻž) before him. She asked in a gentle voice, "Why are you sad? Why are you not cutting wood?" The woodcutter replied, "My axe has fallen into the pond. I cannot cut wood now." The fairy first showed (āĻĻā§āĻāĻžāĻ¨ā§) him a silver (āĻ°ā§āĻĒāĻž) axe and asked, "Is this your axe?" The woodcutter said, "No, it is not mine." Then she showed him a golden axe. The woodcutter said again, "No, my axe is made of iron (āĻ˛ā§āĻšāĻž). It was old." Finally, the fairy brought his own old axe with a wooden handle (āĻāĻžāĻ ā§āĻ° āĻšāĻžāĻ¤āĻ˛). The woodcutter happily said, "Yes, this is my axe." The fairy was very pleased (āĻā§āĻļāĻŋ) and gave him the silver and gold axes too. From that day, the woodcutter became rich and lived happily ever after.
Story- 6
One day while crossing the bridge at New Market, I saw a poor family seeking shelter. I approached to them and asked about their problem. Then they said that flood had destroyed their ...................
A shelter Made of Care
A shelter Made of Care
One day, while crossing the bridge at New Market, I saw a poor family seeking (āĻā§āĻāĻāĻž) shelter (āĻāĻļā§āĻ°ā§). I approached (āĻāĻāĻŋā§ā§ āĻ¯āĻžāĻā§āĻž) to them and asked about their problem. Then they said that flood had destroyed their house, land, and everything in their village. "We have no home now," the mother whispered (āĻŽā§āĻĻā§ āĻ¸ā§āĻŦāĻ°ā§ āĻŦāĻ˛āĻž), holding her sleeping baby wrapped (āĻā§āĻŋā§ā§) in a wet (āĻā§āĻāĻž) towel. "We came to Dhaka hoping someone would help us." They had never been to the city before. Everything looked strange (āĻ āĻĻā§āĻā§āĻ¤), loud (āĻā§āĻ˛āĻžāĻšāĻ˛āĻĒā§āĻ°ā§āĻŖ), and frightening (āĻā§āĻžāĻ¨āĻ). The father sat quietly, his face pale (āĻĢā§āĻ¯āĻžāĻāĻžāĻļā§) and tired. The little girl beside him was crying. For a moment, I did not know what to do. Then I remembered what my mother always said: "If you can help someone, do it. Donât wait." I ran home and told my parents. My mother packed cooked rice and boiled eggs. My father called a nearby shelter and arranged a place for them to stay that night. The next day, he helped the father get a small job, the mother got work nearby, and the children were admitted to a free evening school. A week later, I visited them. The father gently placed his hand on my head, his eyes full of tears. The little girl held my hand tightly. I felt their gratitude (āĻā§āĻ¤āĻā§āĻāĻ¤āĻž) in their touch.
Story- 7
One day, Sara was going to school with her younger brother, Juhayer. On their way, they saw a woman sitting on the road, with a baby in her lap and crying loudly .....................
Sara's Big Heart
Sara's Big Heart
One day, Sara was going to school with her younger brother, Juhayer. On the way, they saw a woman sitting on the road, with a baby in her lap (āĻā§āĻ˛) and crying loudly. Her face was pale (āĻĢā§āĻ¯āĻžāĻāĻžāĻļā§), and her eyes were full of pain. The baby looked weak and very hungry. Many people passed by, but no one stopped to help. Sara felt very sad. She held (āĻ§āĻ°āĻž) Juhayerâs hand and went near the woman. In a soft voice (āĻā§āĻŽāĻ˛ āĻāĻ¨ā§āĻ ), she asked what had happened. The woman slowly looked up and said that her husband had died in an accident. She had no food left (āĻ āĻŦāĻļāĻŋāĻˇā§āĻ), so she came to Dhaka. On the way, someone stole (āĻā§āĻ°āĻŋ āĻāĻ°āĻž) her bag. Now she had no money, no food, and no hope. Tears (āĻ āĻļā§āĻ°ā§) came to Saraâs eyes. She opened her schoolbag and gave her tiffin to the woman. Juhayer gave his water bottle to the baby and gently wiped (āĻŽā§āĻā§ āĻĻā§āĻā§āĻž) his eyes. That evening, Sara told everything to her parents. Her father contacted (āĻ¯ā§āĻāĻžāĻ¯ā§āĻ āĻāĻ°āĻž) a shelter home (āĻāĻļā§āĻ°ā§ āĻā§āĻ¨ā§āĻĻā§āĻ°). The next day, the woman and her baby were taken there safely. A week later, Sara saw them again. The baby smiled (āĻšāĻžāĻ¸āĻž) at her gently, and Sara felt it was a quiet way of saying thank you.
Story- 8
In his boyhood, Hazarat Abdul Quadir Zilani (R.) was going to Baghdad for education. On the eve of his departure from home, his mother said to him, "My son, never tell a lie and don't get frightened in danger." ....................
The Truthful Boy
The Truthful Boy
In his childhood, Hazrat Abdul Quadir Zilani (R.) was going to Baghdad for education. On the eve (āĻĒā§āĻ°āĻžāĻā§āĻāĻžāĻ˛ā§/ āĻāĻā§) of his departure (āĻ¯āĻžāĻ¤ā§āĻ°āĻž) from home, his mother said to him, âMy son, never tell a lie (āĻŽāĻŋāĻĨā§āĻ¯āĻž) and don't get frightened (āĻā§āĻ¤) in danger.â Then she sewed (āĻ¸ā§āĻ˛āĻžāĻ āĻāĻ°ā§ āĻĻā§āĻā§āĻž) forty gold coins (āĻ¸ā§āĻŦāĻ°ā§āĻŖ-āĻŽā§āĻĻā§āĻ°āĻž) under his shirt and prayed for him. He joined a group of travelers and started his journey. After a few days, a group of robbers (āĻĄāĻžāĻāĻžāĻ¤) attacked them on the road. The robbers took away money and goods (āĻŽāĻžāĻ˛āĻĒāĻ¤ā§āĻ°) from all the travelers. One robber came to Hazrat Abdul Quadir Zilani (R.) and asked if he had anything. He calmly (āĻļāĻžāĻ¨ā§āĻ¤āĻāĻžāĻŦā§) replied that he had forty gold coins. The robber laughed and searched (āĻ āĻ¨ā§āĻ¸āĻ¨ā§āĻ§āĻžāĻ¨ āĻāĻ°āĻž) him. He found the gold coins hidden (āĻ˛ā§āĻāĻžāĻ¨ā§) under his shirt and took him to the leader. The leader was surprised (āĻ āĻŦāĻžāĻ) and asked why he had told the truth. Hazrat Abdul Quadir Zilani (R.) replied that his mother had told him never to lie. Hearing this, the leader felt ashamed (āĻ˛āĻā§āĻāĻŋāĻ¤). He said that the boy obeyed (āĻŽāĻžāĻ¨ā§āĻ¯ āĻāĻ°āĻž) his mother, but he disobeyed (āĻ āĻŽāĻžāĻ¨ā§āĻ¯ āĻāĻ°āĻž) Allah. He returned (āĻĢāĻŋāĻ°āĻŋā§ā§ āĻĻā§āĻā§āĻž) the money to all the travelers. He and his men gave up (āĻā§ā§ā§ āĻĻā§āĻā§āĻž) robbery and became honest people. Hazrat Abdul Quadir Zilani (R.) reached Baghdad safely and later became a great scholar (āĻĒāĻŖā§āĻĄāĻŋāĻ¤). His truthfulness changed many lives.
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