When I was a child I have seen, a lady always came to feed me, always tried to stop my crying, always came to dandle me and I always stopped my crying when I saw her beautiful face, and I was happy when she took me in her arm. I was smiled when she kissed me, and I also gave her a small kiss, she also happy. Every time, every moment she was saved me from all kinds of dangers. She cried when I was ill. Every time she wanted my soundness.

Do you know who is she?

Yes, she is my loving mother, I am talking about my mother, your mother, every mothers….

Because this is the best relationship in this world. I believe in love at first sight because I’ve been loving my mother since I open my eyes. Mother is not a single word, it is a world where we are living very safely.

Mother means sacrifice, every mother can sacrifice their whole life to build her child career. Every mother can sacrifice their happiness for there child happiness. There is no mother who doesn’t love her child. Mother’s are sacrifice so much thing. How many things we sacrifice for them?? Is anybody here who told her mother that, oh my mother I love you so much?? Anybody??? Almost not!!!!!

Why?? Can you tell me why?? We hurt them so many time, why?

‘’ I don’t know what should I say. I never write any suicide note. I am so sorry mam & dad. I know I am yours unwanted creation. I do not want to hurt anyone. I just tired, Tired of crying, tired of loneliness. To my friends: I love you all. You were my family. I am so sorry everyone. Good-bye forever and ever

---Alia’’

This was the note they found on my desk in my room in 21^st December, 1998. My name as you can tell, is Alia, I’m 19 years old. I’m the eldest daughter of my parents. They have another a kids Amit. My little brother. I was my parent’s mistake, unwanted creation. There Alia.

I guess my suicide surprised most of my town. I mean I was the popular high school cheerleader at BK High School. I had tons of friends. But that doesn't make someone happy. Love makes someone happy, and I don't mean the love of a friend or a dog or a boyfriend or girlfriend. I mean the love of a parent. Of a proud mother when you're in a stunt that hits perfectly. Of a loving father who's comforting you after a breakup. Of the two lovers who created you. Who had you and raised you. The love every child should get.

It seems I was one of the few unlucky who didn't get their fair share. I mean the first three years were alright, if you can count them considering I don't remember them! I was mom's baby, daddy's little girl. Then they had Amit. He was perfect! A perfect boy I overheard them say about my younger brother.

Amit was treated like a prince; I was treated like a peasant. No a slave, that's worse. Our dog Lyka was treated better than me! I guess things change, huh? Well along came he and my life was horrible ever since! Most people thought I was lucky; popular, cheerleader, had thousands of friends, and twice as many boys chasing after me. But I wasn't. This made it all worse actually. To see my friend Maya talking to her mom at the movies when she picked us up. To see the strong bond between them. It was something I'd lost long ago, something I once shared with my mother. Not anymore.

Or when I saw my friend, Ratul and his step-dad at the lake when he took the two of us fishing when we were eight. To see the wide smile on his face when his father praised him for catching a bass. I never had that happen. Not when I caught the mouse that scared my mom. Not when I scrapped my knuckles from beating up the three boys at the park who was messing with my brother. Not when I made the winning home run in my little league baseball game. Not once.

This all made me worse. Made the yearning I held for my mother and father's love harder to hold. I needed their love. I wanted it. But So bad, I didn't get it. Not once. I was the friend who comforted my sad ones. The ones who cried because they didn't get the video game they wanted. Or because their mom shouted at them. I was the one sitting beside them, telling them it was okay and smiling. I was the one who you'd see walking down the hall on one of your worst days, I'd smile and try and cheer you up. I was her. But inside I was dying. I was yearning for someone to embrace me. For someone to care about me, to ask me how my day was, to tell me everything was going to be alright. I was waiting for someone to care about me. That day never came. Sadly! I was the girl who was really crying herself to sleep each night, praying to God before starting her routine that the following day would bring her parent's love. It never did. I was slowly losing faith in one of my only true friends. God and Stripes, my stuffed tiger I got a few weeks before Amit was born. I loved correction; love Stripes! She was my best friend. I told her everything, confided in her. She felt my hurt, she felt my pain. And she was there for me. When the pain was too much I'd dig her out of my closet, my dad called my weak for keeping her so I hid her often, and hold her close to my chest. When I died Stripes was old and ratty. She'd been through a lot in her ten years: throw up from car rides, in which my dad would call me weak and stupid for getting car sick on long car rides; rips from being tugged at one too many times; her once velvety pink nose was now cold and hard, the velvet having been kissed off; and she was soaked in my salty tears. Mom and Dad probably threw her out. I wouldn't be surprised.

Well I finally decided I wanted to die, after all the ridicule my parents put me through. I was often called stupid, a bitch, a jackass, a dick. Pretty much anything you could think of. I was considered evil, a bitchy witch to my family. Every one of them. All this name calling, beatings and threats finally pushed me over the rocky cliff I was balanced on. The bruises that never seemed to fade. The heart that was broken at age three. The girl who was ruined from the start. I was a mistake. An accident. I was nothing. I problem. I did everyone a favor by committing suicide. I got rid of another mistake. Another problem. Another accident. Another bitch. Another weakling my parent's would have to look out for. Another nuisance. I hope I finally make my parents proud.

Life is more than drama. In general, people do not commit suicide because they are in pain, they commit suicide because they don't believe there is a reason to live and the world will be better off without them. Is suicide is a bad thing? You didn’t make you so you haven’t any right to kill yourself. According to WHO, approximately one million people commit suicide each year worldwide, that is about one death every 40 seconds or 3,000 per day. For each individual who takes his/her own life, at least 20 attempts to do so. Suicide has a global mortality rate of 16 per 100,000 people. A few days ago I have seen the popular singer Chester committed suicide not only Chester but also in Bangladesh a guitarist, a ramp model and 11 students in Cumilla also committed suicide in last July. And this type of news will come so many times in the future, suppose there was a student, he was so much brilliant, he set a goal, and make a target that I want to get 99% marks. He thought when I get 99% result, I become a medical student, I will study in engineering, I do something better, blah blah blah , Exam done, the result comes, his parentheses was 60%, and this boy committed suicide. And this is not an example, there are so many people in this world who committed suicide only for their result. My friends, it is an extreme example. If I talk about those students who already in the depression, who lost their confidence, who do not know what's happening? Only for the lowest number. So how many students do you know? A million, billion, don’t know how much? OK, think about it, I will give you an example. Imagine, a cricket match is going on, and you are the batsman. There is no stamp, and no wicket keeper and no player, I am talking about your life no any real cricket match. Because being it your life. There is no wicket keeper, in you are front it is life, ballet running to you and you are ready to hit this ball, you tried to hit this ball but you miss the ball, now what do you do? Suicide? You miss one ball so you commit to suicide? OK, you re parents your son misses a ball so you tell them? Go and suicide? What do you say? That you are lost? Nothing will by you? you are not for any work? So what is life? Know what is life? Life not there, where you think? Life is there where you can't think. That is real life. So what happened? One ball has gone, what was the ball? That was an opportunity. That comes in front of you like an exam, like the number. Life threw a ball as like number, but you missed it what happens? I don’t tell that not any opportunity, I agree if you get it maybe something will better. But you missed it. What, brother? I told you this game is a difference where you stand, there is no stamp, no wicket keeper. That means if you want, you can stay here until you go outside from this field, my friends. There is no force in this world that can make you lose till then when you standing still there. Life has only one job that just throwing balls one by one. One ball coming and you lost no problem 2nd ball coming again, you lost no problem you just stay here. And try for the next chance. What is the ball? Opportunity, some are the small opportunity and some are big. Sometimes you think that is much important, but really it is not much important. Please think about your life and stop suicide.

Actually, I think it means Think out of the box. It can be creating something new to go out of the box. It’s not a luxury. It’s a necessity for us and for our dignity as a human being. It’s not our mind because We cannot think out of our mind. It’s a boundary in our mind. The boundary between what we know and what we even still or yet thought about? If we want to go out of the box, we need to add something more. Little spices, something which goes beyond the conversion information, something wrong, something absurd, something which apparently is not relevant, something which takes us far. So we need to add this equipment to cross the boundary which in our mind from what we know or what we even yet thought about. we need to value long thinking. Normally we talk about brilliant thinking, fast thinking, deep thinking but here we talking about something different that is Long thinking. Its some thought that takes us far. We need to go far. we can use an association of ideas, combination of ideas, we need to be open-minded, we need to be fluent, look for alternatives and not for the correct answers. Because when we think creatively there are no single correct answers, there are many possible alternatives.

Here is the big deal, Life is really all about love. I have seen, people basically choose two, LOVE, WAR something else. When people choose Love they always choose right. And my favorite thing is love. However, Today I am going to speak about Love which can control our relationship. The most important love is between our self and next, it comes to the relationship that we share one another unconditionally. If you guys ask me what is love? Then I am going to surrender because there is no definition to love, love is everything. But I can tell something shortly about love. First of all, there are many kinds of love, If you love your God that is Love of God, same as Love of parents, Love of brotherhood, Love of friends, Love of Humanity and I can’t finish my count that how much love exists in this earth.

When you go out of the home, then your mom or papa will be tensed, they will be trying to contact you over the phone but they can’t. When you come back then they talk why you go out, why your phone switches off and why you became late? Though they will very angry it was LOVE.

When you walk on the street, you see a boy eating dusty food in the dustbin, if you feel sad, if you feel shy, if the cry for him. That is love.

Love is care, love is kind. Love is bigger than you. You can invite love, but you cannot dictate how, when, and where love expresses itself.

So love is power. If you have loved you can achieve anything easily, you can take any risk. If you work with your love you can get success. So close your eyes and think all is well because I have love, I have power, and this is real love.