The sound of gunfire, which was coming from the east side of the basil, the sounds that were taking an innocent soul, but to the ignorant children, those words were unfamiliar and not available. My body was 6 to 7 years old. A beautiful golden morning sunlight rays light through the window. But who knows this beautiful environment is not too much to fade away?
On the next morning of Chandraganj Hat-Bazar, the Pak-invader forces entered the Chandraganj area and started the sound of gunshots. Did anyone know that the bride would be widowed by the sound of these guns, father, wife, husband, sister, sister, Priest, sister, and the history of losing their sisters? My brother (late) Deen Islam Pattori Haler cow plowed jotal Nit Kofil Uddin University College Principal Coater went to cultivate the land on the north side of Kotatar. He was a student of Choumuhani SA College and was associated with Chhatra League politics.
He had a very good idea in the poison of war. So he stopped cultivating the ploughing of cows and cows for self-defense.
I saw that there was an unknown fear among everyone in the house. Everyone was gathering furniture and the women, children, men and old women of the area screaming and crying to the unknown destination. Ulchi is running away in the day. As soon as some of the incidents go, the shooting started coming on our heads. The fear among us all got more.
In Chandraganj Bazar, the fire in the fire in the black smoke of the fire in the Chandraganj market, the whole sky has become covered. All the members of my family (five steps are taken by the thrive) the thrive, the threshing of the threshing, the threshing, the danger, the danger is not following, the dhankaji patotiri, the people are not being saved, the people are not being saved, they are being saved. The unfamiliar path rises.
After walking to Binodpur, I sat on the road on the side of the road without seeing my mother, father, brother, sister, my relatives, after going some way, a man took his hand and took his hand to his house. Tears started to tremble.
They tried to feed me again and again but it was not possible to stop crying without seeing my parents, brothers and sisters, so they held me in the chest and cried themselves. After receiving the news, one of the villagers of Ukedul Haque Ukil (Dighir Pazhi) came running and recognized me and went to their house. Fortunately, that party was my uncle's father-in-law's Bai.
After that, they went to Mata. I saw me from a distance, everyone including mother and father was crying. I saw my mother and went away.
The next morning, father, brother and I came to our new Lakshmi Bhui or I came. It was in the middle of the house. After that, we saw that everything was intact.
My father and I lived in the old house and mother and sisters lived in new houses. Brother, because of the Chhatra League, I used to go to the market with his peers. People used to run away after hearing the surge of the Pak forces' Gai Gai, who had already camped in Pratapganj School, and the locals had been staying with them, with them in the country's Dosar Razakar, Al Badr, Al Shams.
They used to torture the people of the city and kill them in the middle of the night.
The memories of that day are still very painful and I think, God created man from the earth to lay the dead bodies of people from the ground and on the day of the last judgment, people will be raised from the ground in the fasting day.
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Common people used to call Bangabandhu Sheikh Mujibur Rahman Sheikh Sahib. In the middle of the liberation war, one word was spoken to people around the mouth, will Sheikh Sahib be able to sit on the mattress? Then everyone said that because they had unwavering faith and faith in Bangabandhu's leadership, they could say? At that time there were no more than five or seven radios in the whole village, which had radios in the village, everyone in the village used to listen to the BBC news about him secretly at night, in which most of the people talked about the wars of different regions including balloons, bagadi, panpajar wars.
One day late at night (currently living in America) SUA Salim brothers started crying but no one came out of the house. The next morning, the news of Salim Bhai's uncle Fazlul Karim was caught by the Razakars. After a lot of torture in Pratapganj School throughout the day, he killed him in an unknown place the next day. His body was not found again. A few days later, between 9 or 10 am, the Hindu minority of the present day Kofil Uddin University, Shimandar Bair, the women and men of the Pak invaders, and their doshar, are being held in a row in front of our Bagan.
We can hear it clearly from the house sitting in the house. After a while, when the freedom fighters started firing from the blacksmith's market, the Pakistani invaders and their local accomplices came to the east to Gai, and the Hindu minorities started running north on our yard to remember their creator.
At that time, there were some rhymes, songs, and poems on people's mouths to cheer up freedom fighters and freedom-seeking people.
such-
The crowd: “Tora Shunre Shun Bangabandhu's quality, Hokka of the hokka of the Russian Patch-Tora Shunre Shunre Shunre.
Bangabandhu: I repeatedly say that I will eat Ore Isahita, if I don't hold my Bengali hand, I will not keep it.
Etahita: If I had known that you had so much value, I would have done you like a Seva Guru, and Kajal Baran Bangabandhure….
Already, the news that it has become independent in different parts of the country is spreading around, meanwhile the people of the village are lathi, sota, whatever they can get at hand, take whatever they can get at hand towards Chandraganj Bazar. Jon the chants of bangla chanting chanting.I am going to the market with my father and brother brother and my fellows running towards the market with them.
In Pratapganj School grounds, I saw some people of Pak invaders and Razakars lying behind the body. When my father went to see the tangle of people, the freedom fighter Abdul Mannan (expatriate in America) called my father grandfather and forbade him to move away. There was extreme excitement among the freedom fighters and people. It is difficult to cherish the enthusiasm of the people who are excited about the joy of the world.
Author, Md. Nurul Islam Babul
Labor poisoning editor: Lakshmipur district Aomilig.
Chairman: No. 10 Chandraganj Uniton Parishad
Member: Pradipta Writers Forum
