It’s raining heavily. Sitting by the window in class, I got drenched by the gust of rainwater. Itfelt like the rain touched my soul — the soul that was yearning

O’ the trustworthy, the most generous,Came to enlighten this ignorant world,Conveying the Almighty’s words,Making our lives harmonious and worth living.The greatest among all humankind,The Creator sent you with His message

The aroma of the morning newspaper, With freshly brewed coffee in hand, Reminds me that I’m alive, Not miserable all the time. These fragrances are addictive, Those sentences conduct emotions

The sun was saying nearly goodbyeTo welcome the lonely night.The tip of the rain kissed my foreheadTo say you are nearby.The noise of thunder created an urgeTo hold you deep

A maiden was sitting Beside the windowpane, Holding a cup of coffee To watch the rain. The wind murmured, The dry leaves raved, Announcing the tidings Of the coming rain.

After a long day of class, Rehnuma returned home. She put her bag on the table and just dug into bed. She was thinking about the pressure of the upcoming