Sabidin Ibrahim Biography
Sabidin Ibrahim: A Brief Biography
Being from a humble parentage I've gone to the school in my village. My father was a teacher, by all definitions. My mother had no other concerns rather than raising me and my three sisters. One person who made a life-long impression upon me is my grandfather. I've spent my largest share of my golden childhood with him. As a public persona he used to pass long hours with people of diverse sections. I have had a strong interest in hearing stories from different persons with different tastes. Comilla town is also had taken an important part in my life. I've had equal volumes of experience from Comilla town and my village. I've completed my school from my village and my college was Adhyapak Abdul Majid College, one of the leading colleges of Bangladesh.I`ve my BA and MA in English Literature from University of Dhaka, Bangladesh. I've strong interest for Spanish, French, Persian and Bengali literature as well. I want to take apprenticeship in literature and wish to work in it. I've already composed around 400 hundred poems in Bangla. And few of my short stories are also published in some little magazines. I feel myself committed to be a part of the Renaissance taking place in this century in Bangla literature: I try to maintain contact with all the literary trends prevailing in Bangla. To do so we are running many literary groups in the campus and outside the campus.
One of my books published in 2016 book fair titled History of English Literature (Engreji Sahityer Itihas) . My translation on The Art of War is going to be published in 2017 book fair.
Sabidin Ibrahim
Contact: [email protected]
phone: +8801723490668
You are my password!
How I can open myself
If you are not with me?
Every time I unlock myself
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Bonolota Sen was walking under dark woods in a dark night hurriedly.A man was following her like a shadow who's face as dark as the night was.She sensed that it was the grave of Jibananada Das, and to remember him and his famous poem 'Bonolota Sen'some fake pearl like flowers were kept upon the chest of the grave.The dark night inspired her to collect those with her beautiful fingers gently.She immediately started leaving that place and set her feet move quickly.The shadow man continued following her.The smell of her hair made him mad and the surroundings.She, her fragrant hairs, murmuring of the trees, the flow of the airs, the following shadow, all were in profound enchantment.She was in a hurry and scared of her guilt of theft.The shadow man couldn't stand before her as he wasn't confident enough to pose threat against that lone traveler at night.
He, with his white Punjabi and curly submissive hair parted at the middle glaring at her keeping a distance.She was scared and cried to the shadow-
'I swear touching my hair
Let me go, don't touch dear.'
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I've blackened my white beard by the sands searching the golden coins to suffice my hunger unbound-
Two young lovers passed by me looking at the white sky.
Singing on the beauty of it high-
Love made them happier as the white cloud fleeting aimlessly.
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I woke up in the morning
And the ink of my pen kissed the papers-
Put in the table
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