100 posts old Blog!

Post#100

My blog is just 100 posts old. This is my 100th post in my blog. You may have noticed that there is a hit counter which shows the counts from October 2007. In that sense within six months, I’ve published my 100th post. The expert bloggers will surely sneer at this; 100 posts in 6 months, almost 16 posts per month, what so special? Yeap… there is obvious some specialty. When I first started this blog, I thought it would take minimum a year to reach the 100th post [for my reader’s information who does not know me well… I am very much lazy 😯 ] because I was very much confused what would I write in my blog? But now whatever I’ve written in my blog whether they are good ❓ or junk, I’ve just made the century!

And I am thanking my readers for swallowing those junks of my blog 😀 and encouraged me by commenting. And of course thanks to the Almighty Allah for giving me the strength to carry out this blog so far.

I hope in future, my readers will be attached with my blog with their valuable comments as usual or just by visiting (which actually keeps my hit counter busy 😛 ).

A Short Story

Ever thought – why should we read Quran even if we can’t understand a single Arabic word? This story illustrate that concept beautifully. And thanx Ashfaq for mailing me such a nice topic which I am sharing with my readers.

Al Quran

An old American Muslim lived on a farm in the mountains of eastern Kentucky with his young grandson. Each morning Grandpa was up early Sitting at the kitchen table reading his Quran. His grandson wanted to be just like him and tried to imitate him in every way he could.

One day the grandson asked, “Grandpa! I try to read the Quran just like you but I don’t understand it, and what I do understand I forget as soon as I close the book. What good does reading the Qur’an do?”

The Grandfather quietly turned from putting coal in the stove and replied, “Take this coal basket down to the river and bring me back a basket of water.”

The boy did as he was told, but all the water leaked out before he got back to the house. The grandfather laughed and said, “You’ll have to move a little faster next time,” and sent him back to the river with the basket to try again. This time the boy ran faster, but again the basket was empty before he returned home. Out of breath, he told his grandfather that it was impossible to carry water in a basket, and he went to get a bucket instead.

The old man said, “I don’t want a bucket of water; I want a basket of water. You’re just not trying hard enough,” and he went out the door to watch the boy try again.

At this point, the boy knew it was impossible, but he wanted to show his grandfather that even if he ran as fast as he could, the water would leak out before he got back to the house. The boy again dipped the basket into river and ran hard, but when he reached his grandfather the basket was again empty. Out of breath, he said, “See Grandpa, it’s useless!”

“So you think it is useless?” The old man said, “Look at the basket.”

The boy looked at the basket and for the first time realized that the basket was different. It had been transformed from a dirty old coal basket and was now clean, inside and out.

“Son, that’s what happens when you read the Qur’an. You might not understand or remember everything, but when you read it, you will be changed, inside and out. That is the work of Allah in our lives.”

If you feel this post is worth reading, please share the topic/link with your contacts/friends. Prophet Muhammad (pbuh & his family) says: “The one who guides to good will be rewarded equally“.

The Rain: a glimpse of past

When I am writing this post, there is a heavy rainfall outside my window. The cold soothing breeze is flooded into my room. This is not rainy season in Bangladesh. But rain in this time with rapid gusty winds or to be precisely storm is known as “KAALBOISHAKHI JHOR”. This is considered as the harbinger of Boishakh, the first month of Bangla new year. This stormy weather reminds me something very familiar which was in the past phase of my life.

For the first three years in IUT, my room was in 5th level (4th floor) which is the top most level in IUT. From our front balcony a clear view of surroundings is possible to enjoy as there is no high rise buildings outside IUT. Those storm mostly formed during the evening. When we sensed something stormy is going to formed, we all gathered in our balcony and raise our eyes to the south. We could clearly see the pitch black clouds coming toward us. All of a sudden a gusty wind began to blow and it really blew everything (dust, leaves etc) it got in front. And like a quick rider the pitch black clouds came with heavy rainfall. We were still on the balcony (though we were wet). All the environment become chilled with the rain drops. Sometimes there was ice-segment falling with rain. Have you ever taste it! It’s not have any special taste like sweet or sour, though it was fun. One of my roommates enjoyed to get shower in rain but wearing a raincoat!

Its just marvelous to see a storm forming in front of you! When I thought of those days, I really want to return in IUT. No one can ever tell how much IUT gave me, not even me! Just see the following picture that has been taken just after a heavy downfall. The red roads are sparkling and shinning just like mirrors. This is the front road of our dormitory (South Hall).

South Hall Street (in a rainy day)

Pics from Sadia Aapu: George Boole's Home

Today I received an email from Sadia Aapu (one of my colleagues in AUST). She sent me some picture of Cork City (Ireland) where she is currently staying. Among those she sent me some pictures of George Boole‘s house which is happened to be in neighborhood of her house. Boole is famous for inventing the Boolean Algebra which is the master key of all the digital logics applying today’s electronic and computer technology. I am sharing those pictures with my readers.

George Bool’s House 1 George Bool’s House 3George Bool’s House 2

Y2K compliant…

Thanks to LinuxHomeServer for sharing this joke. A slightly modified version is posted here. Enjoy 😀

TO: Boss

FROM: Mofiz

SUBJECT: RE: Changing Calendars from Y2K bug

Dear Boss,

I hope that I haven’t misunderstood your instructions because, to be honest, none of this Y to K problem made much sense to me. At any rate, I have finished the conversion of all of the months on all of the company calendars for next year. The calendars have been returned from the printer and are ready to be distributed with the following new months: Januark, Februark, Mak, Julk.

Though you’ve not mentioned, I also changed all the days of each week to: Sundak, Mondak, Tuesdak, Wednesdak, Thursdak, Fridak, and Saturdak.

Now we are Y to K compliant…

Yours sincerely,

Mofiz.

We Salute You…

Once you’ve brought our freedom, you gave us a country, you made us proud for being a Bangladeshi. Some people opposed you, but you were men of steel who had nothing to loose except this country. Those opposer’s dream never came true because of you. You gave up all for us. You are our hero. You are the freedom fighters of 1971.

Independece day

But what do we do for you? Nothing. We know you did not fought for fame or debauchery life. But you deserved that. You were like the kings at that time. You could demand any thing. But you did not. What did we give you in return? We could not give you the respect you deserved. The opposers of the 71’s war (Raazakaars) are letting to do what they want freely. We let them to carry the Red n’ Green flag of your dream country on their cars. We elected them as our political leader.

Can’t you again raise up your hand shouting “Joy Bangla”? Can’t you lead us to defeat the raazakaars? Can’t we start to build your country of dream where no political clashes will be occurred? Cant’ we just dump our so called political leaders who think of themselves than our country? Ain’t we enough for our Bangladesh? Can’t we make a fresh vow in this Independence Day?

It is never too late.