Childhood is the most beautiful of all life’s seasons . . . 
Impact Journalism 2015 : One of my stories published on Straits Times
Friendship is the shadow of the evening, which increases with the setting sun of life . . .
The mother art is architecture. Without an architecture of our own we have no soul of our own civilization . . .
If your daily life seems poor, do not blame it; blame yourself that you are not poet enough to call forth its riches; for the Creator, there is no poverty . . . 
Even when I lost You, I still kept You secretly . . . 
Dhaka, Bangladesh. Megh’s school close down this week for summer holidays, We decided to visit a short trips in Gazipur, outskirts of Dhaka. It’s name Chuti resort and picnic spot. We spend in one night’s and day. Pleasure is a big gift from nature is here,you can loose yourself and than find yourself again it’s call a magic and love. I think it’s place is an unlimited pleasure, our little family members are really enjoy and exciting to visit this place. I am try to capture their beautiful moment and having to use my book project name PRIVATE. Photo by Monirul Alam
Dec. 23, 2011 – Dhaka, Bangladesh. Bangladeshi street people warm themselves with fire in a cold wave in Dhaka city. A cold blast has been sweeping across the country, leaving the homeless, elderly and babies vulnerable to the ravages of the winds and quite unable to cope with the calling of daily life. According to the local media report in the last four days, at least 27 people died of cold-related afflictions in Thakurgaon, Jamalpur, Jessore, Rangpur and Satkhira district.© Monirul Alam http://monirul.photoshelter.com/
MONIRUL ALAM 