Dream Ansura – A Love Story

First Meeting

One day after school, I was walking down the corridor, and suddenly I saw a girl—in a white and blue school uniform, with two braids on her head. I stared at her. Something seemed familiar. She turned around, and my heart skipped a beat—she looked exactly like my dream! Her eyes, lips, facial features—everything was an unearthly resemblance. But I had never seen her before. How could they be so similar?

I asked her name. My classmates said her name was Ansura. She had just joined our class. I was surprised, but also happy—a new chapter in my teenage life began with this mysterious girl.

📖 5.2: The Beginning of Love

As the days passed, Ansura and I began to get closer to each other day by day. When she smiled, my heart would fill up. I would look for a chance to sit next to her in every class. One day, I dared to write her a letter. I wrote in it, “I have learned to read the language of your eyes.”

He read the letter and said nothing. But the next day he brought me a bookmark he had made himself. On it was written in small letters—”It is clear, you really look carefully.”

There was no declaration of love between us yet, but the depth of the feeling was intense.

📖 5.3: Distance and suffering

After leaving school in the third year, I suddenly found out one day—Ansura was moving to another city with her family. Before I could say anything, she left to say goodbye. There was no mobile, internet, nothing at that time to keep in touch.

I was broken. I would write her name on the pages of the book and cry. I would look at the sky and think—where is Ansura today? Will we ever meet? Will she remember me?

📖 5.4: Exactly the same look

Three years later, I was listening to music on YouTube, when suddenly I saw a video of a new artist—named Naima. But my heart stopped when I saw her face. It was Ansura! That face, those eyes, that smile—all the same! I quickly watched the video over and over again. After searching, I found out—no, her name is not Ansura, she is a singer from Bangladesh, Naima.

How is it possible to be so similar?

📖 5.5: Trapped in a Dream

With great difficulty, I managed to get Naima’s number one day. I said on the phone—”I loved a girl who looked like you with all my heart.”

She smiled and said, “Love is not built on looks, but on the heart.”

I said, “You are now the Ansura of my dreams.”

But I still couldn’t overcome the wall of geographical distance.
Even though she called me, I couldn’t go.
Even today, we talk on the phone every day, but the distance between our hearts never crosses.