Flight of my mind rises beneath the seagull’s wings …then ocean is my motherland I feel.

Love & Passion for Motherland is NaturalServing with Respect to Home Land is Necessary

In order to protect the honour of her motherland, she had betrayed the trust of her mother.

I hate Bangladesh, because it tortures my motherland.

I have forsaken her for a place I will never belong, but will always remain under her spell, forever to be, a child of my motherland.

Sometimes I can’t tell if you hate this place or love it.”“I love its potential. I hate its past. And I don’t like what it is.” She hugs her knees close to her chest. “The way you feel about the place you grew up in is a lot like how you feel about your family.”“How’s that?”She thinks about it for a long time. “Like isn’t the same thing as love.

The sea is calm tonight.The tide is full, the moon lies fairUpon the straits;- on the French coast the lightGleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand,glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.

The greatest rivers always find their way to the ocean. Like a ship reaching out to its motherland.

The land is always there...it is you who has to return