Malaika Wahida Simran

She is the most talented person I have ever seen! Hats off to her. She isn’t a ajaira content creator. She is unbelievable!
Ami sohoje karor bepar ato focus korina but she is too good to be true

Ei j dear“LUCY APU” Suc*ide attempt korte hole manusher tk diye then korto… which she did on purpose and Amon bhabe korse jano na more!! asob Natok kore manusher lakh lakh taka theke bachar cinta Kemne kore? Jader tk marse Oder ki mind of peace ache? Ora o toh struggle kortese taka kichu manusher gache dhore? Jokhn business bhalo jachena Tokhn 2/3 ta order modhe ter pawar kotha Ami nijeo business Kori Ami jani manush theke Tokhn e taka nawa off kore dawa ucit chilo ar olpo sholpo jader theke nise tader k savings theke diye dawa ucit chilo….
Asob acting kore bachar e dhanda kono manusher tk ferot dawar cinta chilona konodin. Tk marar jonno e tk nise
Tar upor su*cide kora haram how can you be have sympathy for something haram..??

This picture is more than just an image; it is a story of love, sacrifice, and the bittersweet beauty of change.
It holds within it the bond between a father and a daughter — a bond that has been built over years of love, care, and countless little moments that words could never fully describe.

In this moment, you see me leaving my father. Not for a night, not for a short while or not for a sleepover but forever — stepping into a new life, a new home. This picture carries the weight of that goodbye, a goodbye that is not really an end but a transformation.

There are two hands in this picture, and both speak louder than words.
One is my father’s hand, wrapped around me, holding me with all his strength as if he never wants to let go. In that embrace lies his sadness, his silent tears, and the unspoken prayer that his little girl remains happy, safe, and loved. His hand represents years of protection, guidance, and unconditional love.

The other hand belongs to the one who is now by my side, holding me not just with love but with the promise of a future. That hand holds me gently yet firmly, as if saying, “You are not alone. I will stand by you, I will care for you, I will love you.” In those tears lies the understanding of how hard this moment is — for both father and daughter — and the deep respect for the love he is being entrusted with.

My father’s, holding me tightly, hiding his sadness in his embrace.
The other is my new hand of support, holding me with love and sharing my tears.

This picture is not just about leaving; it is about gaining.
It shows that I now have two hands to hold me, two hearts to love me, two protectors who cry for me out of love. It is the merging of two worlds — the world that raised me and the world I am stepping into.

Both of them cry for me, but their tears are filled with love. My father’s tears are of letting go, and the other’s tears are of welcoming me. Together, their emotions weave the most powerful message: that I am loved beyond measure, that I am cared for in ways that words cannot capture, and that though life changes, love never leaves.

This picture will forever remind me that even in goodbyes, there is love. Even in tears, there is strength. And even in letting go, there is a new beginning.

পাকিস্তানি ড্রেসের দামে আমি পাকিস্তান ঘুরে আসতে পারব 🙂
- my abbu

Must try
This is so good
I give this 10/10 ❤️❤️❤️
Happiness overloaded

My cox trip December 2022 ❤️

DERA Resort & Spa, Manikganj

Resort 10/10

Naval is the best place in Chittagong ❤️❤️
The sound of the water makes me calm
The breeze was peaceful

Food details
Crab 10/10
Mixer 10/10
Piyazu 10/10

I just love these
I also packed mama bhagina chotpoti which is also too good 😍😍❤️