“If,i can able to open my heart , then u can see …..What is going on inside of my heart
i can’t stay in here ..can’t go over there …”
His eyes was sorrowful with tears….nobody can’t touch this pain…….

She is living in Mithi valley,they have water and health problem, accommodation is also not good…….but life is still going on….

Her mother is Bagali but father is Pakistani…it’s doesn’t bother to her any more…but she knows one thing “Mother’s shelter.

Now I can understand what is Abroad life? I am away from home. I am in Pakistan by one exchange program, which is call, FK , South South exchange Program. This is my first time to come in here.
I will stay here for 10 month. 3months already gone and more 7month.Every month like a one year, every day I feel too long. Firstly I felt so bore, alone, lonely. I thought how can i stay 10 month, but I’m still staying!! I miss my all friend, family,my all office people in Drik, and Bangladesh, indeed!!! In here I have some good friends, colleague, brother and sister and other. They support me a lot. Without there support I can’t stay here alone. I’m trying to adjust. Now I can understand Urdu 80% but can’t speak. When I start to speak Urdu all people start to laugh…. I know I am doing wrong but I want to speak.
I am not visited any memorial place in Karachi yet but I went to sea beach, It’s wonderful, I can’t explain. And also went to some shopping mall, restaurant, and other some place.
Bangladesh and Pakistan are not too much different than other. Food, cloth, culture, most of the case are similar except language.So, I am passing my time with my new world in Pakistan. But one thing I want to mention on this, Everyday I’m getting various mail by my entire companion, those mail keep me alive.
After finish my office hour I am use to read books, watch movies, e.t.c
I am naming some my favorite movies and also some book name, if you have wish to see or read you can, believe me they are good, specially for those who are working with Media

Movis:

1. The Piano.
2.The color of paradise.
3. Hotel Rwanda.
4. In the time of the Butterflies.
5. Frida.
6. Fire.
7. A beautiful Mind.
8. My Apartment.
9. The Day After Tomorrow.
10. Khamosh Pani.

Books :

A) Women point of Zero …by Nawal Ei Saadawi.
B) Beyond Belief…. Contemporary Feminist Urdu Poetry-Pakistan
C) The Madman…..His parables and poem by Kahlil Gibran Pakistan
D) Honour, Shame and Resistance by Saima Jasam- Pakistan

Rabeya Sarkar Rima
From Pakistan

“The First Prayer of my Elders”

From the first womb of the Night
A tiny ray of Light was thus born:
Night uncurled the lovely pink first of Dawn
read her palm
whispered to the Morning breeze
and made the dew weep.

A star laughed
Moonlight smiled and went tripping away

Turning on her side, weakly
my mother started ,then, keenly:
she gestured?

A flutter of movement, a whisper:
“Oh! Is a girl?

Such deep sadness in that voice, O God!
The very first which wrote itself onto my hearing

In my very first breaths it stirred
the better poison of defeat as I heard

“Oh, it’s a girl?
“A girl!”
Is this a girl? Pray for her good fortune, then”

It is still carved into my hearing
the first pray of my elders.
By-Ishrat Aafreen
English translate by Rukhsana Ahmad