Nawshaba Khuda

Facing death is one of life's most profound challenges, often teaching us more about living than we expect. In the quiet finality of loss, we learn the value of each fleeting moment, the importance of love, and the necessity of letting go. Death reminds us to cherish what truly matters, to live authentically, and to find beauty in the everyday. It is not an end, but a call to embrace life with more courage, compassion, and purpose. This book explores those lessons, offering guidance on how to navigate grief while learning to live fully and deeply.

Facing death is one of life's most profound challenges, often teaching us more about living than we expect. In the quiet finality of loss, we learn the value of each fleeting moment, the importance of love, and the necessity of letting go. Death reminds us to cherish what truly matters, to live authentically, and to find beauty in the everyday. It is not an end, but a call to embrace life with more courage, compassion, and purpose. This book explores those lessons, offering guidance on how to navigate grief while learning to live fully and deeply.

Embrace the fluidity of water as it navigates through crevices effortlessly. Instead of being forceful, adapt to your surroundings, and you'll discover paths around obstacles. By remaining flexible within, the external world will reveal its possibilities. Clear your mind, be without a fixed shape. Like water, be adaptable. Pour water into a cup, it takes the shape of the cup; into a bottle, it conforms to the bottle; into a teapot, it molds to the teapot. Water can flow smoothly or crash with force.

Embrace the fluidity of water as it navigates through crevices effortlessly. Instead of being forceful, adapt to your surroundings, and you'll discover paths around obstacles. By remaining flexible within, the external world will reveal its possibilities. Clear your mind, be without a fixed shape. Like water, be adaptable. Pour water into a cup, it takes the shape of the cup; into a bottle, it conforms to the bottle; into a teapot, it molds to the teapot. Water can flow smoothly or crash with force.

Within the pages of this poetry book, delve into the profound tapestry of the human condition, where words intertwine to explore the myriad emotions, the battles fought, and the triumphs sought, shedding light on our shared journey through life's complexities, mortality's embrace, the pursuit of purpose, and the intricate dance of relationships. May these verses ignite introspection, empathy, and connection, reminding us that in our collective experiences, struggles, and limitations, we find the essence of our humanity and the power to weave our stories into a tapestry of resilience, growth, and profound beauty.

Past, Present and Future In story books, there is a power that will allow you to travel back in time. See the things that no one else has seen; give knowledge and take it in return. This power always comes with a caveat, and it almost always backfires. It is the topic of Mina's favorite stories. As she has aged, ten years old now, and been allowed to grow beyond her father's influence, she has discovered passions of her own. Time, oddly enough, is one of these passions. Clocks and watches are a part of it. Mina loves nothing more than to take them apart and piece them back together, figuring out what makes the gears turn, and how they match up with the slow passing of the sun. They have moved three times since leaving their country home, and each time has put them some place a little better. There are still cardboard boxes spread out around their newest home in the city when Mina comes over to Shaba, who is sitting in a chair and mending her daughter's skirt. She is stitching pockets onto the inside of it as well, for all the watches and bits and bobs that a child might want to carry around. Different, Shaba thinks, from stitching your coin pouch to your skirts and yet somehow still the same. "Maa," says Mina. "Where did your necklace come from? I want one for my dolls." Shaba laughs. She ties off the thread and sits the skirt aside, then hefts her daughter up into her lap. "We will make your dolls necklaces of pearl white beads. How does that sound?" Mina thinks on it for a moment and then nods her head agreeably. "Okay, maa But I still want to know where your necklace is from I've never seen you take it off." "It is very important to me," says Shaba. "And so, I keep it on at all times, in case I might need it." Mina purses her little lips together and cocks her head to the side. She's growing out her hair and it falls in rivulets over her shoulders. "How can you need a necklace?" "This is a very special necklace," says Shaba. "It comes from some place far away and has more use to it than just making your mother look pretty." "What does it do?" Mina asks, and then she gives a gasp of childish delight. "Oh Does it have magic powers? Can you use it to travel through time?"

Past, Present and Future In story books, there is a power that will allow you to travel back in time. See the things that no one else has seen; give knowledge and take it in return. This power always comes with a caveat, and it almost always backfires. It is the topic of Mina's favorite stories. As she has aged, ten years old now, and been allowed to grow beyond her father's influence, she has discovered passions of her own. Time, oddly enough, is one of these passions. Clocks and watches are a part of it. Mina loves nothing more than to take them apart and piece them back together, figuring out what makes the gears turn, and how they match up with the slow passing of the sun. They have moved three times since leaving their country home, and each time has put them some place a little better. There are still cardboard boxes spread out around their newest home in the city when Mina comes over to Shaba, who is sitting in a chair and mending her daughter's skirt. She is stitching pockets onto the inside of it as well, for all the watches and bits and bobs that a child might want to carry around. Different, Shaba thinks, from stitching your coin pouch to your skirts and yet somehow still the same. "Maa," says Mina. "Where did your necklace come from? I want one for my dolls." Shaba laughs. She ties off the thread and sits the skirt aside, then hefts her daughter up into her lap. "We will make your dolls necklaces of pearl white beads. How does that sound?" Mina thinks on it for a moment and then nods her head agreeably. "Okay, maa But I still want to know where your necklace is from I've never seen you take it off." "It is very important to me," says Shaba. "And so, I keep it on at all times, in case I might need it." Mina purses her little lips together and cocks her head to the side. She's growing out her hair and it falls in rivulets over her shoulders. "How can you need a necklace?" "This is a very special necklace," says Shaba. "It comes from some place far away and has more use to it than just making your mother look pretty." "What does it do?" Mina asks, and then she gives a gasp of childish delight. "Oh Does it have magic powers? Can you use it to travel through time?"

Where does creativity lie? Does it sit at the forefront of our minds or is hidden under the shadows? Author Nawshaba Khuda's work explores the depths of both her creativity and the artistic endeavors of her late father Hamidur Rahman. Delving into their shared passion, in STILL, Nawshaba creates a connection between both the past and the present by using the foundation her father left her in order to go deeper into the recess of her mind and past to bring out her views on the human experience through art. In her personal journey, Nawshaba hopes that we can all find the artist in ourselves and use it to shine a light on the world around us.

Channeling the ideas and vision of her father, architect and artist Hamidur Rahman, In My Father's Shadow chronicles Hamidur's work and inspiration in designing the monument "Shahid Minar" which is known in Bangladesh as a symbol of hope. It additionally explores his work of oil paintings and how that inspired the author to keep that creative spirit alive in her own work in art and poetry. In My Father's Shadow serves to inspire all of us to use our unique vision to make tragedy into hope, to take hurt into inspiration, to take a dark world and make it a brighter place.

Channeling the ideas and vision of her father, architect and artist Hamidur Rahman, In My Father's Shadow chronicles Hamidur's work and inspiration in designing the monument "Shahid Minar" which is known in Bangladesh as a symbol of hope. It additionally explores his work of oil paintings and how that inspired the author to keep that creative spirit alive in her own work in art and poetry. In My Father's Shadow serves to inspire all of us to use our unique vision to make tragedy into hope, to take hurt into inspiration, to take a dark world and make it a brighter place.