"How Do I Know There Is a God?" You know what I love about writing? No one can interrupt me. As a kid, I had so much to say but was always cut off—misunderstood. People thought they’d heard enough… but later wished they’d let me finish. I meant well. I always did.In the early mornings in the woods drinking a hot cup of coffee, a man has tim

Just about every and every construction compliments the encompassing character it really is put inside. They merge With all the context of Bangladeshi climate and life type in such a way that even a layman notices his regard and devotion toward the vernacular architecture on the country. It was throughout the fifties when the nation resisted agains