Achievement 1: MY Introductory Post by @anisshamim

Assalamu Alaikum wa Rahmatullahi Abarakatuhu
How are you doing? We hope all is well with the mercy of Allah. I am also well through the mercy of Allah through your prayers. I am Anisur Rahman. My name is Shamim. My birthplace was in Abdullapur village in Tongibari upazila located in Munshiganj district. A communication system that was not developed, and almost disconnected from the world of today living in a world without electricity, I have been there since the morning of Friday, 1982. The beginning. As ten other unloved boys, my story began. In the beginning, my total number of friends was just eight! My age group of boys would hang out with friends all day long. They were not a fan of the school rules. They were then lost in the sand of the games played in the rural areas. I would have liked to go along with the boys however it was not allowed. A lot of students, who were who were not from our neighborhood would walk across the road to school the vicinity of our home. I was fascinated by the sport and dust. The classmate who was my friend would depart for his next destination following the school holiday!
My childhood was filled with talking to myself due to small friends. The tree is the one who rules the turning! I would teach children stories, poems and rhymes in the school.
I was an extremely curious young man. This behavior has occasionally resulted in extreme pain but at times brought me joy. Why do chickens always call prior to laying eggs? Why do you yell after you have laid eggs? Who invented the plow? Who is the source to create a metal fruit the plow originates? In the mind of whom the yoke was positioned on the shoulder of the cow and then dropped to the surface. Who was the one who made the ax? He cut a huge hole in the rear of the wheel using the wooden handle. A massive tree could be knocked down using this tool! The idea first came from the inside of the car! While no one was interested in these events that took place in our social life, a myriad of questions kept popping into my mind. If these questions were directed at the rabbis, a few were of them believed it was unhelpful; while some believed that it was insane! It is impossible to know how often I was ridiculed, demonized by teachers, or deemed useless when trying to figure out the answer to these questions. Many people would say to my parents that it was a jinn ghost! The Lord should be contacted and released the ghost. Dad was compelled to call home Sir. This is a tragic story. The child was then able to decide, "If I can find the answers to these questions, I will answer them without reprimanding anyone." One person has never felt irritated by the insanity of this Khasiyat! My father! He's the one I've loved throughout the years with my whole heart. Fortunately, my great-grandfather, my father along with his father, were well-educated. The group's identity was "Bepari.' He was thought to be an educated man at the time, and that's why our home was referred to as "Bepari Bari.'

I was in the second grade at the high school. My cousin would sleep with me in the evening and would tell me humorous stories in the evening. I would hear hilarious stories often during the night, with my ears perked up by curiosity. I've been intrigued by knowing a lot ever since the age of a young child. My mother once told me that when you want to learn the most, you will learn to read.
The answers to all your questions will be within the text. I resisted this urge from my mother. After a few days, I began reading adult novels. I'm trying to figure out the enjoyment in this book! Dad changed my opinion. In spite of no pressure it was a conviction that was forged within me that there are numerous aspects in a book that allow you to make me happy. My father then taught me brief biographical sketches from Adam (a), Noah (a), Abraham (a). While I was unable to comprehend the meaning behind reading in the early days in my primary school years I was quickly absorbed into routine of learning to read. Because of this experience, it was easier to grasp the mystery behind the language of the older individuals outside.

The book's passion began to feel better and it's still good! The wife yelled, "Oh if I were a book without your wife, I would be watching you a lot"! I didn't have any particular preference for books! Hard books, easy books, mythology books amulet books, magic books or story-novel-books or philosophical works, and even religious books - none could be excluded from my collection and my daily routine.
The book I missed most of my student life! Yes, it's not only school books. Students need to go through a variety of books beyond schoolbooks in order to grow into human beings; that is what class teachers frequently emphasized. Teachers would instruct their students not to think of only academics as the true education, but instead talk about the 'literature and wealth' in hand.'
In the wake of his endless interest in discovering the world around him even in the most remote of villages, his love of reading increased day by day. If I had some free time, I'd use time reading. After the book was completed I would then write in Dhaka for a brand-new book however, financial limitations were. I wrote a lot of letters to my new friends as well as magazines and books for free. Books would arrive via post.
In an average, some or the other was happening every day. In the end, the post office and the postman were my constant companions during my studies. I would rent the book after it was done. To help with this people in rural areas are required to read these books. Poetry manuscripts were sold on the market and were read by all. There was a lot of greed, and I developed a relationship. With the help of characters like Robin Hood, Masood Rana, Dasyu Banahur, Dasyu Shahbaz, Dasyu Bahram, I began to consider something new. I was able to see a number of large books that were in the hands of an untrained language teacher. There were more of these books in his library. They will not let anyone get them. In the mosque during Ramadan, he would take a seat at the Itikaf and go through the books while reading the Quran. Eager to learn more about these books as well, I also visited Etiqaf along with the Rabbis. They showed me an interesting difference in the world of literature through the Companions stories as well as the various Prophets from Hekayat. It's a difficult topic, but the unkind mentor was able to clearly explain to me the best way to comprehend the text. It was then that I realized that if you read a book if don't delve into the depths of thinking or pay attention to reading deeply the book, it won't serve anyone. The writer is required to write but the writer must be aware of the mind as well as the society, culture preferences, tastes, and ideas of the reader. At the same time diversities must be included in writing.
In the dark light of a dim village lamp, and with a need to explore around the globe. The fascination of a young child in a remote region looking at an international map was not without a trace. Today's website was born from the thoughts of a child the day.
Alhamdulillah, I've studied the Qur'an in great detail. I've read a lot of hadith. Numerous books about Islamic historical events have also been read. This is why a myriad of dissident books have been studied about various topics. I still study books as a committed student. At this point I realize that fundamental texts are the most useful to people. Most people don't read them because they don't feel pleasure. However, these are essential for us to live our lives. How do the words of all these things could reach people, how can they be drawn to them; I considered this and came up with a viable method to draw the reader's attention. The articles on this site reflect this. Writing is my love and I've been a part of my life since high school. Different flowers do not have the same scent, however different fruits taste different. There are some differences in my writing and I enjoy writing with a variety of differences. I was inspired to write this way due to my curiosity.
My father, MD. Habibur Rahman, was a very content man. He was meticulous, honest and religious, as well as devoted to living a halal lifestyle. There was a time when there was a timekeeper at an official mill located in the vicinity. The name of my mother is Selina Akhter. She was an educator at an elementary school run by the government. She was a kind person and gracious woman. He knew every word we were reading in our school books and, when we were at the table to read He would sit down and just wait until the story was finished. He was just like my best friend. A mother like this is not fooled. I had a sister and I was the middle brother of three.
Now I'm an entrepreneur; I ended my college life in 2004. At first, I worked in the banking industry as a job and, when I had time to indulge I devoured books and was able to gather information from foreign publications. One of my interests is taking photos of nature as well as videography. My first job was with BRAC Bank as an officer in 2009, and then resigned my position in 2010 because of my parents. What do you think? Because my older brother and my younger brother decided to travel together. My younger brother went with my uncle's younger brother to America via DB while my elder brother went went to Spain. This was when my transfer request was issued. My parents didn't want anyone to go away at that time. Therefore, I quit work and went to work for another mother in Narayanganj.