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Lenuş Lungu

Biography Maruf Sheikh

Maruf Sheikh, a "dark-minded thinker", was born on Tuesday, October 8, 1991, to a middle-class family. He is the youngest son of parents. Baba was a freedom fighter and an officer as chief superintendent / chief chemist. Under the Bangladesh Chemical Industries, in the residential area of Maruf Sheikh's birthplace, in the officers' colony of the North Bengal Paper Mill, in the D3 building, he was a quiet writer from an early age. She was inspired by her father's writing, and her older sister sang. Seeing all this, he started writing from a young age in class five.

When he got up in class six, he lost his father forever. Since then no relatives have come to cooperate in their day of danger. Maruf Sheikh seemed to realize "What is pain, what is loneliness? How much does reality like to peek? Why are people so lonely? Why this vengeance and neglect and selfishness? Is this the main pillar?" He started writing poems in local and daily newspapers. He was loved by journalists as a human being. Then in 2016, a lyric poem written by him was released in the first song album. The album of songs was the solo album of Shraddhey Rupel Islam, the singer of Bangladesh BTV. The song number 10 was written by Maruf Sheikh. In 2021, he was honored as the "Ambassador of World Peace" by the International Taiphas Literary Department and the International Writers' Forum. Among international poets, he was awarded the "Golden Pledges" by Syrian international writer Daniel's blogger, and among Syrian poets. Samar Bhowmik also honored him according to the certificate. People seek the habit of living around their loved ones at the turn of life. But when their loved ones leave Maruf Sheikh unattended, he is alone, but he is happy to be in the crowd of the outside world. Michelle Araujo de Silva Maria, a Brazilian citizen who was loved by the author, was lost by the author due to his mistake, and the author continues to search for Michelle, a Brazilian citizen, through his poems. He is honored by the Albanian Literary Department.

He is basically a real speaker, a tragic love story that makes his writing startling. He was highly educated, graduated from Dhaka University with a bachelor's and master's degree in Bangla, was a candidate for the 52nd convocation of Dhaka University. He studied Commerce all his life. She is a mother fan. He is a simple man. He has lived in the city all his life and grew up in a residential area because of his father's job. His grandfather's home is in Rajshahi, he is currently working. Ishwardi, Pabna is his own home.

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The Expectation

Professor Abbas Jamal.

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One day , Come to the threshold of this dark mind; Your light shadow will reach.

The surroundings are very dark. I can not get rid of the vacuum I live with the body of light. I can not see the appearance of smoky bags. Live like this permanently ….

Nevertheless, darkness reaches the threshold of the mind, Someone's foot suddenly stops.

One day , Come to the threshold of this dark mind; Your light shadow will reach.

This hope is far from the mind; The mind wants to see the end,

That one day I will see you up close. Strategic Planning Consultant

Children... a generation lost...!!

A few years ago, the scenes spread across international satellite TV screens were the image of Somali children most commonly circulated with skeletons and very emaciated bodies due to poverty and deprivation of the most basic human needs, which helped to increase the number of deaths daily from these innocent children, despite the efforts and endeavors made to improve and protect this childhood except The accelerating events here and there did not succeed in the official institutions and humanitarian bodies in achieving their lofty goals to protect the rights of the child.. which worsened during the so-called “Arab Spring” in some countries, due to its artificial storms that also destroyed the fertile environment for the sound and normal social upbringing of children “Generations” due to instability, waves of political violence and crises of civil wars on the one hand, and the weakness of following up on the design and implementation of comprehensive development plans to build the person and the homeland on the other hand...! All those accumulations have produced today a "fuel tank of youth"...! And a “energy tank of children” ..! The conditions accompanying the

Corona virus increased its intensity and the danger of its explosion, the outcome of the forced closure procedures and the deteriorating psychological conditions... at a stage that translates "the alliance of the deadly epidemic with the epidemics of the policy of miserable regimes"...!! I say to one of the young people of the new tank... My dear respected one, how miserable it is for someone who was destined to be born in a great country... inhabited by losers and thieves who create misery and plots...!Perhaps from bad luck.. the young man says.. after he lived and grew up between endless conspiracies and struggles... and continuous crises... children were always the victims in them.. because of many tragedies, the first of which is malnutrition.. the absence of health care.. oppression Poverty.. Hunger.. Disease.. Ignorance.. Begging.. Underdevelopment.. Forced work.. It is slow death.. After they are recruited to be a fuel tank of war between violent gangs, criminality and terrorism.. Or time bombs ready to explode among the people.Or between segments of society...!! According to what was stated in a recent UNICEF report, it confirms the very shocking and terrifying situation of childhood in some Arab countries, such as the children of Lebanon, Iraq, Libya, Yemen and other North Africans..! They are statistics of models about the reality of the reality of the children, "men and freedom fighters of the future" who are threatened with annihilation... due to diseases... loss... school dropouts... homelessness... and other pests known to you... all of this will negatively affect the future of the countries and the nation...!In light of the continuation of fragility and superficial policies in addressing the gaps of families and schools.. activating the role of national and local bodies concerned with the promotion and protection of children.. and supporting facilities for proper socialization.. in addition to draining the swamps of exploitation of children of both sexes.. and ensuring the provision of comprehensive care.. through Official attention is given to this category that needs to review and update its legislation within the package of texts proposed before the new parliament..and activate it like the “Child Welfare Law” in civilized countries..provided that the misery makers give up their ambitions for the sake of theirchildren and countrymen…before they Successive generations become lost..and go to the country..(in the Algerian vernacular)..God forbid..!I thank you for your supportive development efforts. Written by Professor Abbas Jamal. Strategic planning advisor.

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Ali Jafaroglu

(story) The tree of Life

One tree has grown in a hot and dry area. This tree has climbed much, high. There were so many leaves that there was a shadow all around. Every time the sun warmed him, he was disappointed, because no one caressed him, did not care for him. The tree, from loneliness, considered it useless that it grew here. I dreamed that it would be better to be a small shrub, but to have tall trees nearby. For birds to sit on its branches, for people to rest in its shade. The tree shed bitter tears. We cried so much that a transparent puddle formed around. Days and months pass, the seasons replace each other. The frost and cold of winter freeze the puddle, the spring rain fills it, it trembles from the autumn wind, evaporates from the hot summer. Everything goes on as usual, no change has taken place. The tree, bored from loneliness, was disappointed, heart ached from sadness. Hearing some rustle or noise, the tree, startled, raised its head higher, the heart beats with excitement, but not seeing anyone, it is disappointed. One person was walking through the arid area. My heart was breaking from the suffocating heat. From thirst, as on the ground, cracks formed in his lips, his legs were dumbfounded from fatigue. The man leaned against the ground. With a heavy gaze, he looked into the distance, into endless space. Looking at the sky, I saw the galaxy. As if from the ancient beliefs of the Egyptians, the remaining, imprinted in the sky, the heavenly cow was reflected high. How much I slept, I did not remember. The sun has risen. He saw a dark spot in the distance. He, gathering all his strength, crawled in that direction. After hard torment, he reached the circumference of the tree. The shade of the tree brought coolness to him. He, lying down, drank a lot of water from a puddle and from powerlessness was for a long time without memory. The tree was a little overjoyed at the man. It stretched its branches to a puddle, watered the face of a man with its leaves. Then, trembling like a light breeze, he gave the man breath. The tree, the man's watchman, did not sleep all night. With dawn, the darkness went far away. Everything was covered with a milky color. The man opened his eyes. Gradually he got to his feet. He opened his arms and breathed in fresh air. After yawning a little, he raised his head up, examined the tree with his gaze. What I saw was, as in a dream, I understood everything essential. The sadness instantly passed, a feeling of inspiration came. The tree greeted the man with a loud voice:

tree; –Welcome, my dear! Good morning!" The man received the greeting of the

–Good morning, my favorite tree of life! -he answered with a smile. From these words, the soul of the tree was filled with tenderness. Indeed, how beautiful it is to be called a tree of life ?!

Translated by Marjeta Shatro Rrapaj

Autobiography

Ali Jafaroglu (Ali Jafar oglu Aliyev) was born on July 4, 1968 in the city of Agstafa of the Republic of Azerbaijan in an intellectual family. In 1984 he graduated from the piano department of the 7-year children's music school of Agstafa named after H. Arif, in 1990 graduated from the faculty of public correspondents of the Republican Council of People's University, in 1992 from the history faculty of Baku State University. In 1987-1989 he served in the military service in Georgia. He is a candidate for master of sports in Greco-Roman wrestling. In 1992-1993 years he was a teacher in Hasansu village secondary school of Agstafa region, in 1993 he was an assistant to the head of the Executive Power of Agstafa region, in 1993-1995 he was a teacher in Gazakh branch of Ganja State Pedagogical Institute, in 19951999 he was in the Youth and Sports Department Chief Inspector, from 1999 to 2011 he worked as a senior consultant in the Department of Education, Health and Culture of Agstafa District Executive Power. Since 2011 he has been working as a leading consultant in the Education Department of Agstafa region and is a second-class civil servant. In 2014-2015, he also worked as a regional correspondent for the magazine "Cultural Life". Since 2003 he has been a dissertation student of the Institute of History named after A.A Bakıkhanov of the Azerbaijan National Academy of Sciences. He has published six scientific articles about historical meetings of A.A Bakıkhanov, literary relations of Azerbaijan in the XIX century, ArmeniaAzerbaijan, NagornoKarabakh conflict, etc. and made scientific reports at various scientific conferences and international symposiums in Baku. His famous poems, stories, tales, aphorisms and scientific-publicist articles published in “Ulduz”, “Education”, “Cultural life”, “Media and educational innovations”, “Science and life”, “Pigeon”, “Füyuzat”, “Culturalenlightenment” magazines and “Literature”, “Caspian”, “525th newspaper” , “Savalan” , “Palitra” , “Culture” , “Azerbaijani youth”, “Azerbaijani teacher” , “Education problems” , “Baku” , “Agstafa” , “Psychologist” , “Morning” ,“Novruz” , “Faryad” , “Haqiqat” , “Cikcik” , “Deli Kur” , “Dadem Gorgud” , “Mubarize” , “Eurasia” , “Time ”and other newspapers. His twenty pen products were broadcast on Azerbaijani radio. His poems and stories were published in the collections of poems "Wreath of Poetry of

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Agstafa" in 2001 and 2002. Ali Jafaroglu 's "My father is my happiness"in 2002, "Towards the summit" in 2003, "Doctor's dreams" in 2006, "Spring of eighty-five years" in 2008, "Sailor's journey" in 2013, "Wreath of Aphorisms" book was published in 2014.His seventh book "Sailor's Journey" was published in Persian in 2019 in the city of Zanjan, the Islamic Republic of Iran. His literary and scientific-publicist articles were published in 7 magazines, more than 30 newspapers, more than 100 internet portals, as well as his stories published in 8 countries - Turkey, Ukraine, Belarus, Iran, Kazakhstan, Uzbekistan, Tajikistan and Georgia in 9 languages - in English, Turkish, Russian, Ukrainian, Belarusian, Persian, Uzbek, Tajik and Georgian. The author of seven books, Ali Jafaroglu has been a member of the Azerbaijan Writers' Union since 2006, the Azerbaijan Journalists' Union since 2014, the Iraqi Turkmen Writers and Writers Union since 2018, and the North American Writers' Union since 2021. By the relevant order signed by the President of the Republic of Azerbaijan, Mr. Ilham Aliyev, Ali Jafaroglu was awarded the title of Presidential Scholar on 01.05.2014. In 2014, he was awarded the “Golden Pen” media award, and on December 10 of the same year he won the second prize in the journalistic writing competition on the topic “Rights for All!” and the first prize in 2017. He was awarded the 3rd place in the patriotism story nomination competition which was held by the State Border Service in 2015, 1st place in 2019. In 2016 he was awarded by the 4th place in the prose nomination in the “Competition of poems, prose and drama works for young children” by the Ministry of Education of the Republic of Azerbaijan, he took first place in the essay competition dedicated to the 100th anniversary of the Azerbaijan Democratic Republic in the Republic of Uzbekistan in 2018. In 2018 his poems were published in the anthology of poems "From KarabakhKerkuk to Canakkale" published in Turkey and his article "Azerbaijani women in the years of repression" was published in the collection of research articles "Cümhuriyyətə işıq saçan qadınlar". In 2015, his story “Plane and a piece of wood” was included in the textbook “Azerbaijani language” (for VIII grades of Russian sections). The story "Five Coins" was published in the newspaper " Adana haber postasi " in turkish, his "Beş tiyin" story was published in The Uzbekistan Republic’s newspaper "Book World" in Uzbek , in 2018 his story "Plane and a piece of wood" in Georgian was published in the magazine "Modern Children's Literature" in Tbilisi, on the website of the Republic of Kazakhstan his story "Beş tiyin" was in Turkish, but his story "Walter's goodness" was published in Russian, his story " Five coins " was published in the magazine "Metamorphosis" in Gomel, Belarus, in 2019 , his 2 stories in russian were published in magazine "Ekoloq I ya " in Belarus, his story was published in Uzbek in "Termez University" newspaper in Termez, 2 stories in Tajik in "Adabie va comea" newspaper in

Tajikistan, his 2 stories in belarus were published in magazine "Metamorphosis" in Belarus in 2021, his story “Plane and a piece of wood” was published in English and Ukrainian in international magazine "Solnecniy qorod" in Kiev, Ukraine, his stories in Russian were published in the North American Writers' Union's online magazine "Tvorçeskiy zal" and in literary magazine " Avanqard " in Donetsk. He is married, he has a son, two daughters and a grandson.

A Plane tree and a plank

pleased with its trunk. After a momentary silence it turned to the plane tree. “Hey, plane tree, all who see you praise your beauty, grandiose and your shadow. If only I were you! ” said the plank. The plane tree was lost in thoughts, the words of the wood dispersed its thoughts. It looked in the direction from where the voice was heard, looked at the wooden frame and asked. “Why do you ask, plank? I wonder why do you say so, aren’t you pleased with your case? ”

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They cut the wild nut tree in the forest. After they cut off the branches of it, they shaved its trunk on planing machine. They made doors and windows from the pieces of plank. The workers loaded the wooden materials to the lorry and brought to a nice house. After some time the doors and windows of the building were made, and decorated glasses were cut according to the size of the window frames. When the frames were painted with red paint they began to glitter under the beams of the sun. That house was seen very nice! The people passing by stopped at the house and enjoyed from watching at the nice building. A plank which had once been a wild nut tree in the forest and then had turned to pieces of wood watched the high plane tree the top of which could reach up sky. The plank looked at the leaves of theplane tree enviously and was The plank stared the plane tree sorrowfully. It was so sorrowful, that the plane tree began to calm it.

“Why don’t you speak? Tell me please what has happened to you?” “Once I was also a high tree, my top could touch the clouds. I was charm of the forest. The nightingales settled on my branches, the children played in my shadow, the people laughed near me. What a pity, I can’t live those days anymore. Now there is no sign of my old charm. I have turned to an ordinary plank.” When nut tree finished its talk it sighed deeply. The plane tree shook its head. “Hey, plank! Are you grieving for these? I was surprised what has happened to you Don’t grieve! Do you think all the trees will remain where they are? Even the Mother nature also changes its appearance. The seasons of the years replace each other, the nature is lost in

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winter dream, then it awakens in spring, all around are covered with flowers. All around is green. But in autumn the cold winds blow and the yellow leaves fall on the ground. Have you forgotten all of these?” “No, I haven’t forgotten, “plank said. The plane tree continued. “You know that the human beings don’t live forever. They also pass away when it is time.The old people die and the babies come to life. The people whom I had seen have been old, and the children have been adults, “plane tree said and pointed to the young trees and said.

“These young trees had been planted recently. They are fed with water, air, sun beams, and grow with the care of the people. The day will come and these young trees also will be high as me, they will be the charm of the forest and will present joy to the people. Some of them won’t grow, they will become dry. That is why I advise you not to feel sorry for your present case, my dear!” “Who will need me? Nobody is in need of me anymore. Nobody will love me, nobody will sleek my leaves with their looks, “the plank said hopelessly. The plane tree watched the plank and

said.

“I think you must be delighted that you give a charm to the house. Once you were a charm in the forest but now you are the charm of the house. Look, the people watch you! They are admired at you!The people love you. That is why they painted you. But still I don’t know how my end will be. Maybe they will cut me and use as firewood, maybe I shall become dry and mix with the soil.” After hearing the words of the plane tree the nut tree became calm and began to watch around with a smile.

Gautam Deb

India Translator Sevil Gulten

True knowledge

Learning from books is only knowledge that will pave the way by adding resources along the way.The main lesson is the lessons learned from nature, environment, daily life and society. Acquired education is the main way to gain real knowledge.

The depth of knowledge is infinite. The name of remembering something for a long time is not knowledge.The chemistry of deep perception is knowledge that shows the world a new path.

Knowledge is light. It will just scatter the ray. And will bind one ray after another. The true knowledge is the feeling that will take you to the depths of that ray of light and bring you out of it.