At the end of the solitude of the night, in the life-giving air, "Hayalal Falah" is floating from the minaret in a sweet voice. Come to Mars.
In the words of the poet, "Marme marme se sur, bajil ki sumadhur akul hail prana, nachil dhamni. Ki madhur azanen dhwani". Muslims are running to the mosque after performing ablution. At the end of the prayers, I wish good luck to the Lord. A feeling of heavenly calm.
Going to the mosque wearing a hat, the sweet humming of the recitation of the Holy Qur'an from house to house after Fajr, the children running to get maktab is the thousand year old tradition of Bengal. Wearing wild animal masks, men and women roaring, singing and jumping are never the millennial tradition of this nation.
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