Assalamu Alaikum, my steemit friends. how are you all?
Today I will share with you some pictures of my village.
Friends, no matter how modern we are, our roots are in the soil. I mean talking about the village. We all gasped many times in the city's brick-and-stone prison life. So sometimes, we should all get closer to the ground.
Today I also came back from my village. Since I live in the municipality, I sometimes go to our town. To touch a minor nature.
I woke up early in the morning and prayed. Then I got ready after doing some work. I went to the destination by autorickshaw.
Agriculture was once our main occupation in Bangladesh. Various types of crops are produced in the cropland of this village. Our staple food is rice. It comes from rice. Here are the rice seedlings planted. Our food is made from these plants.
More variety of crops.
Muddy roads, no noise, no traffic, and chirping birds- what a beautiful environment. The mind goes crazy.
There are no houses made of mud now. Everyone is becoming modern day by day. However, some things have yet to change.
People here are also very simple. Such a view is hard to find in the city. Because they can be seen only in villages. A small lunch party was organized at noon. Our whole family got together and had a great time.
At one time, I used to see how sincere everyone was. But day by day, everything seems to be disappearing.
Humans are becoming mechanical. The roots should be remembered. We should all take care of our relationships.
That's it for today. Everyone will be okay.
Allah Hafez
