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Afia Jahan

Content Writer, Photographer, Creative Writer

Pabna, Bangladesh

Hi, my name is Afia Jahan and I am a student originating from Bangladesh, totally absorbed in botany. My academic background is in botany, where I analyze the intricate aesthetics of nature, growing in front of us. Each day that goes by I have new things that amaze me in the field due to the passion I have for the creatures around us.

Apart from my scientific interests, I am a writing person as well. Indeed, creative writing means a lot to me as it is the time I can escape from real life and share my ideas, fantasies, etc. Such a kind of approach enables me to entwine words and concepts to build meaningful stories that respond to my internal state and the sources of inspiration derived from the surrounding reality. Whether it is a warm story, a motivational story, or a philosophy about life, I am extremely satisfied with writing.

Storytelling and photography are two other interests that go hand in hand with each other. That is why, through a camera, I record the harmony of nature, the spirit of the moment, and the feelings when it seems that it is impossible to express them using only words. Every single snapshot has its own story behind it; this way I can show people something that only I can see.

In a seemingly opposing but complementary manner, I’m able to achieve a rough harmonization between analytical and imaginative domains of existence. It is a story of growth and creativity, walking hand in hand with botany and what is a lie and what is true. I look forward to further development as a scientist and as an artistic spirit in search of new methods to engage with the surrounding reality.

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The Last Letter

Jul 31, 2024 4 months ago

In a rather small town in America called Maple Wood there lived a man, who was a rather old man by the name of Harold Thompson. Some of you never had a chance to meet him in person, although one could easily remember him as a kind man, who always smiled. Uh was a man who had wasted over half a century of his life sticking to one house, a neat-looking thatched-roof cottage home at the of a blind street. He had a good wife, Margaret, and a daughter Emily now a grown-up lady, who got married and resides in the city as observed in the text. Margaret had died 5 years back and ever since then, Harold had been on his own in the world. Although his daughter came to his house often, he had the feeling the house was more empty than before. There was once a time when Harold was cleaning one day, more specifically in the attic when he found a box that had not been used in years. In letters, all of them enclosed in a dusty but very much untied faded blue ribbon. They were ardently penned lines that Margaret had written to him at the beginning of their relationship. Harold took his seat untied the ribbon and spread open the first of the letters. When he painstakingly went through Margaret's letter full of hope, dreams, and love the events that they have shared blew his mind. He could just feel her giggling, the touch of her hand holding his, and could just imagine the twinkle in her eyes. Thus for the next few days, Harold spent his time with the letters. Everyone was a treasure to him and the extent to which Margaret loved him was depicted by these flowers. So after climbing to the middle, he saw a letter that looked different at the bottom of the box. It was placed in a new envelope, with his name on it written in curled Margaret writing. Perplexed he cautiously unfolded it. Thus, the letter from ‘My Dearest Harold' jumps right in. "If you're reading this, it means I am no longer by your side. I know how much you miss me, just as I miss you. But I want you to promise me one thing: die, my dear. Live as we used to live before, life has so much more to offer you the things and moments to feel happy You made my life full of joy every day, and I want you to have the same in the search for happiness without me. When Harold met Margaret's words, he wiped his cheeks and swallowed a lump of emotion that formed at the back of his throat. The letter went on, telling him to go out, to be with people, and prove that life was still as great as it was before. In the last line of the letter, Margaret penned down, I will be with you in spirit, in each stride you make henceforth, Love Margaret. Ever since the day of receiving the letter, Harold kept on thinking about it. Margaret had always been the one willing to take risks the one who encouraged him to go out and explore more. And now, even after she has died, she was prodding him to live life to the fullest measure. One day Harold woke up, and within a few minutes, he decided something. He put some clothes in a small backpack, put the letter in his pocket and went on a trip. He visited the parts of the world they wanted to visit but either couldn't or didn't get the opportunity to. Sometimes men are lucky to meet new friends and they indeed reveal to them about Margaret and your life experiences. The sea was as far as his eyes could see it; the wind was playing with his hair as Harold stood on a cliff and such position made him realize the serenity in life. He knew she was with him; in the sunsets, the laughs, and the new adventures that he was about to start in this new chapter of his life. Last of all, he was glad that he finally understood that their love transcended time and space it was within him and it inspired him to live each day and each moment with happiness and passion as the two always used to do. Harold got back to Maplewood months later with a glow on his face than he had ever had before. He had the wish to provide a full life as was expected by Margaret, so he continued living to the fullest. Although he longed for her daily, he had to accept that they were together for a lifetime and gave eternal light to his loneliness in old age.

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