THE
MUNIM
IQRA
story
every story begins with a breath —
a silent pause before the first word, a heartbeat before the first glance.
some stories start with a thunderstorm.
theirs began with a whisper... and a message.
9TH MARCH, 2021
uncertain — but enough to tilt the world ever so slightly.
he had no idea that this whisper would one day become a symphony.
“sugar, spice, and everything nice.” that’s how she arrived in his world—an echo from the past that returned with the seasons.
he sat alone, writing like he used to — lying on the floor, heart bleeding into metaphors.
"Shall I walk? Or will you?
Or do we just stand still in this snow?
I'm hesitant to go too close,
Cause if I do, I'll get lost
In those dreamy eyes, that glow."
ater a wretched day, his lungs felt like suffocating.
but something — or someone — shifted the pain. he wrote two words: her name.
Humayra Iqra
she began growing in him like bricks lay the base of a home.
she was the ocean—vast, beautiful, and blue.
and he? he longed to swim in it too.
then came that evening — still, golden, and suspended in something almost sacred.
he faced her in silence, hands trembling, as the light dipped gently across her face.
for him, the sunset paled as one can never be satisfied with a sunset, who has seen the very sky itself.
later, on a night shaped by words too perfect to end, she wrote:
“LEAVE IT, NOT EVERYTHING HAS TO HAVE AN END.”
he froze. he smiled. he knew.
he mapped her smile like constellations—soft and quiet, a gentle fold of petals holding secrets.
he vowed, “if ever lost, i’ll follow that smile’s music back to you.”
he prayed the rain would stay away, but it arrived—soft, persistent, and sacred, like the moment he saw her in that red dress, eyes nervous, lips silent.
in a quiet library, beneath golden light and old books, she whispered, “I don’t want to go home yet,” and the world seemed to pause for breath.
she never turned back from the stairs—and in that small, aching silence, he knew: some beginnings are too beautiful to ever end.
her eyes had stars in them — and an empty sky too.
They held stories, novels even, with pages still waiting to be written.
and so the days unfurled like delicate petals, each moment a brushstroke on the canvas of their shared becoming.
he whispered to the twilight, to the stars that danced in her eyes,
a truth that held the weight of all their tomorrows:
"আমার প্রতিটি সৃষ্টি এর মূলে তোমাকেই খুঁজে পেতে চাই।
এবং আমার প্রতিটি প্রাপ্তির সময়, তোমাকেই পাশে চাই।
উপক্রমণিকা থেকে উপসংহার,
আমার রচনার বিষয়বস্তু যেন তুমি-ই হউ।"
05 JANUARY, 2022
on the day he knelt, time bowed too — and in her eyes, he saw every answer his heart had ever asked.
the world bloomed in colors unnamed, as if all his dreams had waited just for her “yes” to breathe.
it was as if the universe had always known — that they were destined to be the perfect echo in each other’s silence, and that their beginning was only the first verse of an endless forever.
and so, as their story unfolded in moments both whispered and wild, each captured frame became a chapter — a gallery of love written in light.
04 JULY, 2025
then came the day when vows met fate, and in the quiet grace of sacred words, they were woven into one.
not just by love, but by a bond the world now recognized, and their hearts had always known.
Fingers entwined and promises sealed in gold, their hands spoke the quiet language of forever.
where love found its home, and forever found its shape.
And so arrived the day dreams turned real — when veils were lifted, hearts stood still.
and with each shared glance and sacred vow, they stepped into forever as husband and wife.
11 JULY, 2025
THE WEDDING OF
MUNIM & IQRA
