Traveling by boat and saving lives from a risk

The fair of stars is sitting in the silent night sky. And the full moon seems to have spread handfuls of cashew flowers all over the world. The water of the river full of youth is glistening and gurgling. That is a great scene! Any beautiful one reminds the believer of the beautiful creator. The beautiful sky filled with them, the beautiful moon at the base of the soft Josna, and the melodious murmur of the flowing river reminded us of the great being who matched this amazing beauty of nature before our bewildered eyes.

On such a beautiful and honeyed night, we chose a few friends for a fun trip along the river, as well as fishing in the nets. We are not as skilled as fishing, but Ashraful Makhlukat's service, if the fish themselves please come and catch us in the net!

This is Ashraful Makhlukat, there is knowledge in Talib on it, so it can be the mercy of Matsakul.

I floated the boat. I enjoyed traveling for a while. Like the outside, the inside of the mind also became soft and pure like Jochna. We thanked Allah for the pure joy.

What happened to fishing? The real thing is the knowledge of the end of the world thalibe! So the fish did not crowd us as much as the Yunun candy. A fish was just what saved some iyats. We also left the fish in the water as a token of gratitude

Maybe, the Junoon of that era is candy, and the Junoon of that era is Bangladeshi - there is some similarity between the two. I crossed the river and got ashore and went to the locality. Jochna enjoyed the beauty of the night and spent some time with those who were intoxicated. I also got enough entertainment due to Lebache. I came back to the boat carrying mango gift filled with sack. Suddenly three human angels came and sat in the boat with us. Nah, not the angel of light, but the earthen man, it was felt when the boat sank with the extra weight. Once in the middle of the river, the boat is united once, once it is okat. As a result, water began to rise in the boat from both sides. Seeing the situation, the friends started saying that if the boat sinks, then the mango will also go! But I know that! Because I am a Vombaldas in the art of swimming. Now I am writing with a smile. But then the state of mind was not like that. It was as if death were about to swallow. Then I called to Allah from afar and said, O Allah, bring the boat to our shores. I will be your follower for the rest of my life.

 The boat sank in the end, but came to shore. I drowned but did not sink. God has heard the call of His sinful servant.