‘His own life was just too insignificant to him’
| File Photo: Sheik Mujibur Rahman August
is the name of a sigh in the heart of a Bengali. This month, the best son of
the Bengali nation for thousands of years, the father of the nation Bangabandhu
Sheikh Mujibur Rahman was brutally killed by some unruly and misguided army
officers. The
brutality of the August 15, 1975 massacre is unmatched by any other massacre in
the world. August
has come again in the life of Bengali in the flow of various events and painful
memories. Today is the fourth day of that sad August. August 4, 1975 was
Monday. Bangabandhu
never thought that any Bengali could be a threat to his life. For this reason,
he did not borrow extra security. He used to leave the residence of the
protected President and live in the house No. 32 of Dhanmondi, Dhaka, Bangladesh. But
in the darkness of the night, some misguided army officers attacked the house
in a demonic manner. They took the lives of one bullet after another. Doors,
windows, houses and walls were shattered by the bullets fired by the heretics. In
the words of the poet: "The dream was in his bosom, the heart of his
father was, the eyes of affection - whatever was insignificant in this country,
the small was precious in his eyes - his own life was very insignificant to him
only: the map of the country There is a huge body ... This soil has become
fertile in his blood, the most handsome tall man: his shadow is long, he covers
the map with love, caress! ” Father
of the Nation Bangabandhu's lifelong dream was the independence of Bengal and
the establishment of Bengali nationalism. He grew up with this ideal from
childhood and adolescence. Prepare yourself. Behind his characteristic determination
was deep study, deep insight into knowing-seeing-hearing and seeing. He was
able to hold the emotions of the heart enough. Behind it was his compassionate
mind to love and help people. Bangabandhu always used to say- ‘I am poor in the
love of seven crore Bengalis. I can lose everything, but I cannot lose the love
of the people of Bangladesh. ' The
assassins wanted to remove Bangabandhu forever from his beloved Bengalis, from
his beloved independent Bangladesh of dreams. But even though the body killed
Mujib, they could not remove him from the heart of the Bengalis. So even today
the rain of Shravan, the boundaries of the green fields, the water of the sea
along the banks of the river, the leaves of the trees are also falling in
mourning. Year after year, those days and nights written in blood ink come back
to Bengal again and again. The fire of mourning will burn like a river flowing
from time immemorial. Bangabandhu is the name of a hero who seems to be dying. --------MD Zahirul Haque ,AI News Correspondent & Freelance Journalist |
