The Diary Game || 18th april 2025 || A beautiful moment spent on Friday and my activities.

_{Hello everyone. I am @mueeinislam
From #Bangladesh 🇧🇩}

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"Dear steamian friends!
Hope you are all well by the grace of Allah. Alhamdulillah I am also fine. Welcome to my new post. Today I will share with you, a beautiful moment spent on Friday. So let's get started__

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Friday is a holy day, we wait all week for this day. Friday is a weekend, so the office is closed, there is no hurry, there is freedom to walk as you wish. I woke up early in the morning because the office was closed. I left the bed and came to the balcony. The sweet morning breeze and light sunshine made the mind better.

Then I thought, let's start the holiday morning a little differently. So I went to the kitchen and soaked the puffed rice. Then I added ripe bananas and some powdered milk. Ah, there are so many memories associated with this food. When I went to school as a child, my mother often gave it to tiffin. The softness of the puffed rice, the sweet of the banana and the light creamy taste of powdered milk in a word, the food is extraordinary. I sat on the porch chair, slowly eating the puffed rice, and looking at the green plants outside. I felt like I was one with nature.

I ate breakfast. Since today is the day of Jumma, I was preparing in my mind to offer Jumma prayers in the mosque. In the meantime, I did some work at home. It was time for Jumma prayers, the melodious Azan of the mosque came in the air. My mind was filled with peace. I thought, how about praying together with the big brother in the office. So I called him, and he agreed.

Then take a quick bath and wear Punjabi-pajamas. From our market, we took an auto and headed towards the mosque. I did not understand when I reached Narayanganj Chashara DIT Mosque while discussing various issues with my brother.

I have a different kind of attraction towards our beloved DID mosque in Narayanganj. Its familiar atmosphere, the sincerity of the worshippers all combine to create a feeling of belonging. We entered the mosque, performed ablution in the ablution room, and since there was no space inside the mosque, we sat outside in the field under a tree. When the Khatib Sahib was delivering the sermon, I was listening attentively to his valuable words. After the Jumma prayer ended, I raised my hands in prayer and expressed my thoughts to Allah. An unearthly peace touched my heart. Then we both left the mosque together. It was an extraordinary experience to surrender to Allah in such a familiar environment on a holiday.

It didn't take long for the prayer to end. After saying goodbye to my elder brother, my destination was directly to my in-laws. I hadn't seen my son and wife for a long time, and I was anxious to go to them. After leaving the mosque, I went straight to my father-in-law's house. Only their faces came to mind as they walked down the street. When I finally reached the door of my father-in-law's house, I felt a different kind of joy.

After I reached my in-laws' house, my mind was racing to see my little golden moon. When I opened the door and entered, I saw my six-month-old son lying on the bed, shaking his small arms and legs. Seeing his chubby face and innocent look, all my tiredness vanished in an instant. I walked slowly to the bed. When he saw me, he had a small smile on his face. That smile lit a new light on my heart. I gently touched her soft cheek. He tried to grab my finger with his little hand.

I sat next to my son on the bed. He was grabbing his little toys and stirring them and trying to say something. Her sweet voice sounded sweeter to me than any melody. I played with him for a while. I grabbed my finger in her little hand and shook it, she giggled and started laughing. That smile brought joy to me. Finally, after eating in the afternoon, I came home with my son and wife.

In the afternoon, when I was at home, a friend of mine called. He said that his mother's health was a little bad, and some medicines had to be brought from Narayanganj. My friend's mother's hip bone has been damaged, and that hip pain sometimes increases. My friend then said to me, friend, I will go with me, I was sad to hear about my mother's illness. I immediately agreed. Then we headed to Narayanganj Chashara.

I was also a little worried about the physical condition of my friend's mother. Finally we reached Chashara and went straight to the pharmacy below Medinova Hospital. We went to the drug store and the friend told the name of his mother's prescription medicines and the shopkeeper took out the necessary medicines. We checked to see if everything was okay. After receiving the medicines, there was some peace of mind – at least a step forward for the treatment of the friend's mother. After taking the medicines from the drug store, paying the shopkeeper, we headed back to Narayanganj Auto Station.

We had bought the necessary medicines from the drug store below the Medinova Hospital. We were walking along the sidewalk. Suddenly our eyes fell on a van driver sitting on the side of the road. The van was neatly arranged with various kinds of clay items, small and large pots, clay banks, clay plates, clay mugs and various kinds of souvenirs. I stood there and started looking at the things very carefully. Those clay items had a different beauty. It was like they had a smell of clay mixed in, completely authentic and traditional.

After looking for a while, my friend liked a clay plate. The plate looked quite beautiful, maybe it had some design or he liked the natural color of the clay. He talked to the van driver and fixed the price and bought the plate for 110 taka. It was impossible not to be impressed by seeing such beautiful clay items on the side of the road. Finally, we bought the clay plate and without delay reached our home before evening.

Thank you very much for reading my post. May everyone be well and healthy always, by the grace of God. I end here by wishing everyone a long life.

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Photography Details

Device Name📱	Location 📍	Captured by 📸
Xiaomi Redmi Note 10s	Narayanganj, Bangladesh	@mueeinislam

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