My beloved Ahoora afghan 💗
Bengali to English transalated -
First Lesson
My Life in Brief
My name is Najim Uddin Sheikh, and I am an Indian. I belong to a lower-middle-class family from the village Bhatakul, under Purba Bardhaman district in the state of West Bengal. I am the eldest child of my family. I have just turned 19, but at this age I already feel very tired. One problem after another and constant disappointments have come into my life—much more than what is normal for my age. Many days passed with deep sighs and sadness. Yet I kept a smile on my face and hid everything inside my heart.
However, my teenage years were full of joy. The first shock of my life came when I suffered for a long time from a mastoid infection in my left ear, and it felt as if in a moment all the happiness of my life was destroyed.
Even though I am not completely perfect, whenever I made any mistake with people—even unintentionally—I could not find peace in my mind. My own heart would criticize me. My heart is very precious to me because not everyone has such a heart. It has taught me to ask forgiveness whenever I do something wrong to someone.
In 2020, the coronavirus pandemic spread across the world and lockdown began everywhere. Those days are unforgettable. For almost two years, people all over the world went through great difficulties.
At the beginning of the pandemic in 2020, I finished my secondary school examination and then became confined at home because of lockdown. I had no work and was unemployed. For many boys, the biggest worries of life begin from this stage, and I also felt the same. I wanted to do something for my career and my family.
Three months after the exam, I went to Hyderabad with my cousin to work in the gold industry. Even though the environment there was good, after two months I returned home alone. It was my first two-day train journey, and the moment became unforgettable. I was a little afraid, but since I had passed my secondary exam, I gathered courage and started my journey home alone.
My father came to Howrah station to receive me. That day I kept all my pain hidden inside my heart. When I saw my father’s tired face, I felt guilty. My father had hoped that I would go abroad someday and improve our family’s financial condition and build a good future.
But I did not return home intentionally. As I mentioned earlier, because of my ear infection, when I was traveling to Hyderabad the loud sound during the flight felt as if my head would explode. The fact that I survived that journey was enough for me. That is why I could not stay there.
After returning home, I had surgery after consulting a doctor. Being unemployed never feels good. Later I went to Mumbai and stayed there for about two months, but again I failed.
Returning home again, unemployment felt like a curse. My life was not supposed to be like this. I was a talented boy and good at sports, yet suddenly a storm came into my life and destroyed everything. But everyone’s fate is not the same.
Since childhood I have seen my father as a very honest man who tries to handle the responsibilities of our family even in very difficult situations. Still, he tried to keep me free from pressure. Seeing all this made it very hard for me to stay calm.
So again I started a new journey with a new dream to earn money. I went to Chennai and worked for one month in a shopping mall. I earned 13,000 rupees, which was the first income of my life. I sent most of it home and kept a little for myself. Then I went again to Hyderabad, because I could not manage well in Chennai. It was very difficult to mix with the co-workers there, and their behavior was not good. However, not everyone was like that—there were one or two good-hearted people as well.
Unable to tolerate the bad behavior of some colleagues, I again went to Hyderabad to stay with my cousin. At that time I began to dream of starting my own FMCG supply business for grocery stores, or a system to deliver products to homes in my village. But unfortunately my fate seemed to stand against my dreams. Many nights passed with tears in my eyes thinking about my dreams and my destiny. From that time writing my plans in a notebook became like a daily habit.
Even while crying, I would sleep with a strange sense of peace. During that time there was also an unspoken love in my life. Her name was Zinnia. When the time for her marriage came, I told my family to go and talk to her family. But reality is harsh. An unemployed boy knows this very well. Her family married her somewhere else.
Still, I continued moving forward with my dreams. In that situation I always prayed that someone would come into my life who would stand beside me and support me without any selfishness—someone in front of whom I could cry without fear of being abandoned.
After about one and a half years, there was still no improvement. I sent a little money home and finally returned home again, accepting another failure.
All these events I experienced alone in my life. Traveling alone was truly an unforgettable experience. But I kept my dream alive and again planned to go abroad someday. It is a dream that never lets me sleep.
There is a famous quote by Dr. A. P. J. Abdul Kalam:
“Dream is not what you see while sleeping; dream is something that does not let you sleep.”
I truly feel this in my life.
Later I came to Surat to work in the garment industry and save some money. Days are passing here while I am still trying to make my dream come true. Life without dreams is impossible. There were days when thoughts of suicide even came into my mind, but I kept waiting to see what my destiny would bring.
During this time I met someone who gave me courage and strengthened my confidence. Her name is Ahoora. She is a very dear person to me. It feels as if Allah sent her into my life as a gift. Because of her, I can forget some of the pains of my life.
My beloved love, Ahoora Hussaini.
Second Lesson
Meeting the Beloved
Poetry:
She is truly like a princess, a heart-captivating enchantress.
A question lived inside my heart:
would she understand the language of my heart,
or would she ignore it?
She is an extraordinary princess,
and I am only a very ordinary and neglected human being.
I do not have the ability to reach her;
even dreaming of her feels like a dream within another dream.
Oh my beloved love,
how can I tell you how much I love you?
The thought of you going far away
makes my heart tremble.
Do you know what my heart is telling you?
I am just a simple and neglected human being,
and you are beyond my reach.
Tell me, my beloved,
what must I do so that you could become mine?
What kind of destiny is needed
for a fate where I can meet you?
Do you know what my heart desires?
Do you know the unspoken words of my heart?
Without you, this heart understands nothing.
Your enchanting face
makes my heart tremble.
Tears fall from my eyes.
How can I tell you
that I love you so very much,
so very much,
so very much—
my beloved?
Do you know that?
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The beloved I mentioned in the poem is someone who was once a stranger to me. In this world where many people wear masks, she loves me for who I am and trusts me—that is something I truly understand.
I met her through Facebook while I was in Surat. The date was 27 December 2026. One day I saw her name in a comment box and felt a strange attraction in my heart. Her Facebook profile name was Ahoora Afghan. Just like her beautiful name, she also felt very charming to me.
I immediately sent her a friend request, though I wondered whether she would accept it. Perhaps our meeting was already written by destiny, because she accepted my request.
Through my messages I even proposed marriage to her. But I also had a question in my mind—what if she already had someone she loved? So I asked her about it. If she had someone in her life, I would have stopped there and ended the conversation. But she told me that she was not in any relationship.
I have never told her any lies. My mother used to say,
“Rather die hungry on the path of honesty than become a king through dishonesty.”
Because of this, I believe it is better to stay alone than to gain love through lies. Lies create suspicion and destroy relationships. When someone tells the truth after doing something wrong, people can forgive them. That is always better.
The person I love is undoubtedly a good-hearted person. I understood her character through her words.
As our conversations continued, my heart realized that I had fallen in love with her many times more than before. She is like the moon. The light she gives brings peace to my heart and shows me a path, yet I do not have the ability to reach her.
I am now caught in deep confusion. The thought of forgetting her makes my heart tremble and stop. At the same time, I know the reality—that to have her requires a destiny that I may not possess.
My love for her is like the love shown in movies, something very rare in real life. She belongs to an influential family. How could I stand before her? What do I have to offer her? I am only a failed man.
Still, I told her my feelings completely. From her reply I understood that she also has feelings for me. But the problem is her family.
She is extraordinary. I can understand this from her behavior. She uses an expensive phone and a branded watch, yet she has no arrogance. Many people think rich people are arrogant, but she is not like that.
I love her for her beautiful heart, which only about 3–5% of people in this world truly possess.
I told her about my difficult situation so that she would know that I have no selfish intentions. If she had been arrogant, she would have rejected me immediately after knowing my condition. But she did not.
Would anyone want to lose such a person? Never.
My heart tells me that perhaps she is testing me. Somehow I feel I can understand her feelings. But she does not know that I am trapped in deep confusion because of my circumstances, my lower-middle-class background, and the fear of losing her.
I hoped to live relying on her. I think about nothing except my love for her. Yet a hesitation always stops me—she belongs to an influential family and deserves a beautiful life. Would my love fit into her world?
This is not a fairy tale; this is a world of interests and realities.
Yet from her words I feel that she loves me without selfishness. She asked me to wait and see whether destiny will unite us.
And so I remain waiting…
The rest I will write after the waiting ends.📝
