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Nur, leaving Bangladesh, flies to Nepal, from where he hopes to reach Europe. But the stay in Nepal lasts longer than expected and holds many surprises. The first hours are pleasant. The kindness of the first Nepalese he meets is memorable, as is the helicopter ride over the peaks of the Himalayas.

But then everything gets complicated ; for some mysterious reason, it's impossible to leave the country. And then begins a long succession of disappointments, red tape, harassment, threats, and then outright abuse inflicted by strangers and exhaustion of mind and body.

Ultimately, failing to obtain a visa and a ticket to France, Nur resigns himself to returning to Bangladesh. But, upon his arrival, the bandits who persecuted him there before his departure resume their threats, tortures, and poisoning attempts and seek to strip him and his family of their property.

Itis only after passing through Cairo and Barcelona that Nur finds France and Paris once again.

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Publié par	Edilivre
Date de parution	15 juin 2021
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9782414526802
Langue	English
Poids de l'ouvrage	1 Mo

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Dedication
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To Julie and Dominique Bertrand
Nur ALOM being visited in the hospital by his mother
Introduction
I am soaked in love for my friends, Julie and Dominique. Dominique shows a simplicity of mind, a gentle brain, yet male dominance. There is endless love in his eyes. They have a strange magic pull once they catch someone else’s eye. At those moments, their pull cannot be avoided. His two small blue eyes gleam like stars. Their light enlightens my crazy heart. In that light, I see the light of my own eyes, and I find the illuminated path. I gain the confidence needed to continue on the path. The path to a bright horizon expands. His entrancing look makes me fall in love. I have looked into his eyes and have fallen to the ground many times. The touch of that bond of love saves my life today.
It seems like a burst of star light on his forehead like a lightening flash. I am surprised every time I see it. His nose is straight as an arrow. There is an impression of love on the tip of that nose. No one can stand still if one sees this ’seal’ of his love. I believe that if he wore a veil, he would be able to keep himself and other people in safety. I am fascinated by his love and it makes me a bit crazy. That love is my pride.
Dominique is a big man with a big heart. The scope of his mind is huge. It cannot be measured by any measurement tape. I explore the depth of his mind with my own mind. He has an extraordinary personality. In my eyes, he is one of the best people in the world. People fall in love with him at the blink of an eye. Love comes from heaven and goes back to heaven again. The point of holy love is that it does not decay.
When you look into their eyes, you can recognize the people you love. You do not have to wait for years to recognize them. Love is blind and priceless, so it cannot be stolen or bought. The sweet bond of love is tied without thread, which in any case would not have the power to hold it. The words and pain of a man of love reach another’s heart in a moment. When two minds exchange news without words, love is created between them.
Julie and Dominique’s immortal love has bitten me with natural heavenly love. So in words, loving more than one is not good. The right to love belongs to one person and the need for love is one. Love can only be shared between two. A man of love is the best man in the world. The happiness of love is the greatest happiness in this world, where love is created in heaven.
The hurt of love is the worst punishment in this world. Only one who has received this injury can realize it and no one else. When love is hurt, the world of this beautiful paradise becomes hell. And everyone knows the pain of hell.
The key to the creation of this world is love. This world would not have been created without love. Adam (AS) 1 and Eve (AS) were in heaven in heavenly love. In disobeying the command of Allah, they fell from heaven to this world. God punished them by separating them on two ends of the earth. After forty years of weeping - it is found in some narrations that three hundred years later - they found each other in a bond of love. If there were no love, no one would ever look for anyone, and no one would ever meet anyone.
They had a bond of love for each other, so they went from one end of the world to the other and were united on a mountain in Sri Lanka. One cried year after year to get the other. The tears in the eyes of Adam (AS) created a river in the chest of the world. From his tears first came the date tree. Clove and nutmeg were created on both sides of the river that was created by tears.
On the other hand, Madame Eve (AS) was sitting in Jeddah and crying. From her tears, a mehendi tree was born. And the tears that flowed from her eyes flowed into all the rivers where diamonds, pearls, and all precious metals were born. They loved one another and prayed to God to bring them closer. Just for love, Allah forgave their sins and reunited the two.
This sweet love can turn poisonous. The first dead on this earth had no natural death. Adam’s (AS) two sons, Habil and Kabil, killed over the love for a woman. At that time, people did not know how to bury the dead. Later, the crow buried them in soil.
If a man of love is good, and if love is holy, then there can be no reason to bind any evil power. Heaven is created in love. And I want to create a paradise of love and live there forever.
Nur ALOM. Paris, September, 2020.
1 . AS. stands for alaihissalam. After the name of a prophet in Islam, this is an indication of peace.
Play House, Volume VIII
We know the epoch-making history of love through the ages. Love was and always will be. Julie and Dominique’s immortal epic of love is one of the most moving chapters in history. The pain of separation slowly wears people down. But for committed people, love endures in their heart. If can be seen and can be felt from no matter how far away! If Dominique is far away from me, he seems to have a magical connection to my heart. There is no verbal communication or telephone, but messages are exchanged nevertheless. My heart is not torn from his no matter how far away he is. Although I’m planning to go to Nepal, Julie and Dominique are tied to my heart. Even if I’m alone, I do not feel like I am alone. The people I love are with me all the time and I feel their presence.
I was thinking about Dominique because he used call me to get news from me. Now there is no response from anyone during this difficult time. If there is any consolation, it would be an assurance of survival. Now no one calls and no one wants to know about the problem.
I am not now in France, but am staying in Dhaka, the capital of Bangladesh. The Hazrat Shahjalal International Airport is small but beautiful although some people at the airport harass people in a nasty way, like Aminul and his cohorts are playing with me now.
Aminul says, “Everything is not in the hands of Allah (Naujubillah). Power is in the hands of human beings, life and death are in the hands of the people. Money can buy people’s lives (Naujubillah). If you tell anyone that I have taken money from you, I will not let you live.”
I stand there quietly, not saying anything. If one says anything, he will not remain alive. After a while, I get through immigration and wait for my flight. One of the other waiting passengers is Nepali. We will all board the same flight. I don’t have a mobile, so when I see his mobile I ask if I can make a two-minute call.
I call my mother at our house and tell her that I am just fine. I call France, to tell Pascal and Matthew that I am waiting for a flight after passing through immigration. The flight will board soon.
I feel a little better after these calls. I hope I can go to Nepal. For now, if I am safe from the hands of bad people.
This is my first trip to Nepal, so my curiosity to see the Himalayas is great. As we enter Nepal from the air looking down, the landscape reminds me of Chamonix in France, because it is also a mountainous area. The mountain peaks stay white with snow all year round. Dominique has a house in Chamonix, where he goes to spend his leisure time.
Seeing these snow-capped mountains reminds me of Dominique. The Himalayas are the highest peaks in the world. The highest peak in France is in Chamonix, and is called Mont Blanc.
This is not my first plane trip. I have experienced a good deal of air travel. I have seen a lot of clouds floating in the air and icebergs floating in the sea. What I am seeing here is not exceptional for me. However, as the plane makes its way through the mountains, I am a bit scared. Sometimes the clouds cover everything. This is terribly scary. At that time; the possibility of a collision with a mountain is very high.
At times like this, I think a lot about Dominique and Julie. I arrive at Nepal’s Tribhuvan Airport and enjoy the view of the mountains through the clouds.
The airport is small and very beautiful. To me it feels like the Perpignan airport in France. When I was studying at Perpignan University, I used to fly to Paris on vacation. I remember that airport as being in the middle of a secluded village.
If Tribhuvan Airport is small, I do see some modern innovation and technology. People are polite and civilized as in France. The people are amiable.
I understand this from my first meeting with the host people. I have come to this airport, and if I stay here for a few days, I will get to know the people better. It is nice to get out of the airport and see the beauty. Sadly, at this time, Nepal’s famous actor died while on a movie shoot in India, which made the gathering of people at the airport greater. After a while all the people leave.
I hear the voice of a gentleman who introduces me to a taxi driver.
I tell the taxi driver from Tribhuvan Airport to take me to Thamel, a neighborhood in the city of Kathmandu. I have come to Nepal with pain in my heart. I get out of the taxi and walk a few steps forward where I find the Student Hotel. When I listen to students, I always have a sad feeling that I will never be able to return to those lost days. Yet what is the glory hidden in that life?
The hotel is on my left and I am standing on the right side of the road. It’s good to see that I arrived, but I wonder if, not being a student, I would be able to stay there or not. I go to the hotel reception and ask whether is it for the general public or only for the students? They tell me, “It’s for everyone,” I am happy to get a room there. The humble man politely gives me a large room