Fagun's wind

 The warm atmosphere of Falgun is creating excitement in the body of the bent nature. Sreehin trees and shrubs are slowly becoming adorned with foliage. With the onset of fog, the tear-stained soil is drying up with the joy of spring. The predominance of dryness is not in the air now Chaitra's hot breath is absorbing the cool breeze. As there is no possibility of cracking of the lips in the next 10 months, there is no strong reluctance to take a bath.

 

 This is how we welcome newcomers to the background of life. Sing the praises of innovation. But I do not think, the arrival of the new is the sad farewell of the old. It falls like a night hyacinth in the footsteps of the morning. The magician wraps himself in darkness and gives place to the soft light. Just as the yellow nature, which consumes its own life little by little, brings to us the liveliness of life, and the full realization of joy by giving the pain of separation, so also the antiquity gives the impression of newness.

 

 Of course, the present is more important to philosophers than the past. So they ordered the human race to be free from the garbage of the past. It is said that the illusion of the past slows down the present. To materialists, however, this theory is quite acceptable and practical. But those whose vision is centered on the distant future, are repeatedly entangled in the roots of the past. For the believing servants, the past is never a field of neglect. To them, the more they imitate the past, the better the future results.

 

 At the moment of departure of winter season, a sad farewell tune was played in our yard. The heart of the teachers is more burdened than the sadness of the students in the silence of this melody. When I let out a sigh at the end of the fatigue of finishing the book and tried to realize a little bit of happiness in my mind, I became depressed thinking ah! Will these days come back again? Will I ever be able to sit in the role of a student like this?

 No! That is the end. This is how everything in the world ends.

 

 Needless to say, if the students of our Jamaat have such a realization, then how sad is the state of mind of the brothers of Daura. In today's last darsas, this state of mind has been repeatedly caught in everyone's ibaratpath. Anyway, at least I didn't go down without explaining myself first. After that we will not be able to sit in Hedayar class like this. I will never get back these golden chapters of life.

 

 At the end of each lesson, such a message came from the depths of the heart of the teachers. Their farewell talk has made our eyes water. It has introduced a new model of the relationship between the students and teachers of Qawmi Madrasa. In spite of our hundreds of insults and insults, the masters have drawn all the imperfections on themselves. He blamed himself for his incompetence. At the end of the lesson, every teacher invited us for breakfast. Mr. Naseem Arafat took the biggest note out of his pocket and handed it to us and said that it is sweet khas tora.

 

 I will get everything in life, maybe something will come back. But I will not get back the student life like in childhood. In Hayat, just as childhood is innocent, in the field of education also Chhatrajamana Ma'fu Anhu. There is no reprimand or rebuke for incompetence on this ground. But as long as this shadow continues to roll, the intensity of the sun will increase. The horror of reality will come out of the shell of fantasy. However, the more efficiently he manages to use this time, the more secure his future will be. Because the pillar of the present stands on the foundation of the past.