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My best Friend
I usually make friends easily, so I have
a lot of friends – schoolmates, neighbours, relatives. I can’t imagine my life
without them. But there is one, who will always be in the first place in my
heart. His name is Yamid and he is my closest friend.Yamid studies in my
class. We go to school together. We also sit together to do our home work. He
is good at studies and helps the students who are weak in studies. Yamid is the
monitor of our class. He obeys and respects his teachers and parents. He is
good at games. He has won many prizes for our school. He comes from a
middle-class family. His father is a teacher and his mother, a housewife. He
wears clean clothes. He leads a simple life. He is always regular. He wants to
become a doctor. All the teachers of our school love Yamid. I am proud of him. For me, friendship is the most important thing in the
world. I am proud to say that I have such loyal and helpful friend – one in a
million.
Life of a Farmer
The person who does the work of farming is known as a farmer. In
Bangladesh the life of a farmer is not so good. He inherits a little land. He
is illiterate. He does not know how to plough his land scientifically. He can
not apply scientific method. He has only a pair of bullocks and some hand made
tools. Often he has not enough money to buy seeds, fertilizer or pesticide. As
a result he can not produce more food for himself and his family. He can not
make proper use of his land. He gets up early in the morning, goes to his land,
ploughs it, sows the seeds and weeds out. He comes home at noon, eats his meal,
takes rest and again goes to his land. He is born poor. Sometimes he takes loan
from the money lenders. If he cannot repay the load, he sells the piece of
land. A farmer is left on the mercy of nature. He has pleasures and pains in
life. If he gets a good harvest, his face beams with joy. On the other hand if
the crops are not good, his sorrows know no bounds. He and his family starve.
He leads a very poor life. Though he works hard, he can not lead a decent life.
He can not raise his head from the fear of wants. His life is meant for
struggle of existence.
A Winter Morning
A
winter morning is misty and cold. There is dense fog everywhere. Everything
looks hazy. Sometimes the fog is so dense that the sun rays can not get through
it. Even things at a little distance can hardly be seen. The tall trees are
covered with fog and they cannot be made out. Dew- drops fall at night. When
the morning sun peeps they look like glittering gold on grass and plants. The
birds feel happy to see the rays of the sun. The cow and other animals can not
come out. But it is not so in every morning. Farmers go to the field with
‘hooka’ in their hands. Village children
and the poor people gather straw and make fires to warm themselves. The old
people and the poor people bask in the sun. People in general and children get
up late. In a winter morning housewives make delicious and sweet cakes, pies of
date juice and many other things. The scene of the winter morning vanishes as
the day advances. The sun goes up and the fog melts. A winter morning is
enjoyable in many respects.
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