English Translation of Bangla poetry 'Rebel' by Kazi Nazrul Islam
Translated by Ahmad Al Arabi
Welcome to the world of Bidrohi (The Rebel)-a timeless masterpiece by Kazi Nazrul Islam, the National Poet of Bangladesh and the herald of undying defiance. Known as the Rebel Poet, Nazrul's voice rose against oppression, colonialism, and social injustice, transcending borders and resonating with the spirit of humanity. His works celebrate equality, freedom, and the boundless power of the human spirit.
Through The Rebel, Nazrul captures the essence of rebellion-not as chaos, but as a transformative force that challenges injustice and inspires liberation. Every line pulsates with the energy of revolution, painting a vivid picture of the invincible force of humanity against tyranny.
This translation is a humble effort to bring the brilliance of Kazi Nazrul Islam to a global audience. Dive into the fiery verses of a poet who dared to challenge gods and kings, igniting a flame of resilience that continues to burn brightly in the hearts of millions. Let his words inspire you to rise above limitations, to embrace your inner fire, and to rebel against all that holds you back.
Discover the immortal Bidrohi-a call to rebellion, a hymn to freedom, and an ode to the indomitable human spirit.
"The Hacker and the Mob Boss" ❦
Reyna Fields seems to be an ordinary girl with her thick-framed glasses, baggy clothes, hair always up in a ponytail, and her head tucked away behind a computer screen. However, no one knows she's armed with a genius IQ and a heart of gold. She hacks her way into virtual systems on a search for her mother.
Unfortunately for her, she has hacked into the wrong database. She hacked into the database of the notorious mob boss, Santino "Saint" Venturi.
Saint is the opposite of his name. He's known for his ruthlessness. As a mob boss to a mafia, he learned to eat or be eaten. When Reyna stumbles upon his database, a plan dispersed into his mind. He's going to take her.
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"I don't share, angel."
"He's a friend," she found herself saying. Dante was too busy staring at her to notice the fiery glare in Saint's eyes. She was mentally praying that Dante would just look away.
His fingers trailed up her leg before his hand latched onto her sex. He held her there while a small gasp left her lips. "I will fuck you on this table if he doesn't stop looking at what belongs to me."
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