The book named Unfinished autobiography

A Bangladeshi leader who lead the country towards the Independence of that country! I have started reading this book. This is highly informative.as i am reading this i thought why shouldn’t i tell you about this also! I hope you will also enjoy with me reading the book! This is the beginning part.i will bring and write about full of lt part by part. Okay let's start

As my father Bangabandhu Sheikh Mujibur Rahman was going to spend the most precious moments of his life in the most precious court of my Bangabandhu Mujibur Rahman, this lonely and miserable imprisonment came down in his life again and again. But he never compromised. He was not afraid of the gallows. In his life, people were the soul. His mind was weeping for the people.He would make the sad people of Bengal smile, build a golden Bengal গ this was the only vow of his life. Food, clothing, shelter, education, health মানুষ by fulfilling these basic rights, people will get a better life, will be freed from the scourge of poverty, that thought was always in his mind. That is why he has given up all the pleasures and comforts of his life and has struggled all his life as an idealistic and selfless political leader to realize the demands of the people, giving freedom to the Bengali nation.He has given a unique status to the Bengali nation as a hero and has created a state in the world called Independent Sovereign Bangladesh. He has succeeded in the thousand year dream of Bengalis. While this great hero of the liberation of the people of Bengal was ensuring national reconstruction and economic liberation at the end of the freedom struggle, the ruthless bullets of the assassin snatched him from the people. The green grass of independent Bengal has been stained with his blood. The murderers have painted a stigma on the forehead of the Bengali nation forever.

This great leader has written a memoir in his own hand which I received twenty-nine years after his great love. His writings will give him the opportunity to know many unknown events of his life including his childhood, family, movement and struggle of student life. We find in the language of his writings in this book a strange experience of his vast political life. He has expressed in simple language everything he has seen, perceived and observed politically.The truth that can be known from the glory of his struggle, perseverance and self-sacrifice will inspire the next generation. History will give a chance to those who are confused to know the true history. This book will present valuable information and truth to researchers.

History will give a chance to those who are confused to know the true history. This book will present valuable information and truth to researchers and historians.

This autobiography was written by my father himself. There is a long history behind receiving the books. I gave up hope that I would be able to print this book in the end and hand it over to you.

Shortly after the declaration of independence at midnight on March 25, 1971, our house on Dhanmondi Road No. 32 (old), (now Road No. 11, House No. 10) was raided by the Pakistani army and my father was arrested and taken away. After his arrest, my mother took refuge in the house next door with her two younger brothers Russell and Jamal. Then, on the night of March 26, the army raided again and looted and vandalized the entire house. The house remains in their possession. This house has a dressing room next to my father's bedroom, where my mother took care of the notebooks in a corner above a cupboard. Since there were so many old cover books, including these autobiographies as well as memoirs, diaries, travelogues, and my mother's accounting books, they no longer seemed valuable to them. They leave them like that, we find the books intact.

The house was closed by the then government on August 15, 1975, after killing all the family members in the house at 32 Road. On May 17, 1971, I returned to the country from exile. Even then the house was sealed by the Zia government. I was not allowed to enter that house. Then on June 12 of that year the Sattar government handed over the house to us. Then I found my father's memoirs, diaries and travel books in China. Autobiographical notebooks were not found. Some typed paper pie that was eaten by termites. There is no half of the foolscape paper, only the upper part. Reading these parts, it was understood that this is the manuscript of Abba's autobiography, but since it is not half, it will be of no use. After that I did a lot of research. I have tried to find out who has the original book. But to no avail. At one point, I gave up hope.

In the meantime, since 2000, we have been preparing to publish Bangabandhu's memoirs, new travels and diaries. Enayetur Rahim, a professor at Georgetown University in the United States, came to Dhaka University to study Bangabandhu. Especially the Agartala conspiracy case — this was the subject of his research. He was the founder of Dhaka University by Mahabubullah-Jebunnesa Trust.

Rahman joined the chair to study the 'Agartala conspiracy case'. While working on this research, he also started working on Bangabandhu's life, memoirs and diaries. Journalist Baby Moudud and I help him. Dr. Enayetur Rahim started translating from Bengali to English. But his untimely death caused great loss in this work. I could not even dream that he would leave suddenly like this. I was disappointed in this situation. At this time the historian Professor A. F.Salahuddin Ahmed, political scientist Professor Shamsul Huda Harun, folklorist and researcher Professor Shamsuzzaman Khan have given us valuable advice and cooperation in this regard. Later, Professor Salahuddin Ahmed and Shamsul Huda Harun took charge of the translation. Along with Shamsuzzaman Khan, Baby Moudud and I completed other work including editing, composing and revising the original Bengali manuscript. Twelve or fourteen times I read the original book. The work continues after overcoming many obstacles. A time limit for printing is also fixed.

When the work on ‘Smritikatha’ and ‘Diary’ was almost at its final stage, I came across a new four-part book, which was written as an autobiography. There is an incident behind getting these books. A horrific grenade attack took place on 21 August 2004 at an Awami League rally on Bangabandhu Avenue with the intention of killing me. Twenty-four people, including Ivy Rahman, the president of the women's Awami League, died. I miraculously survived These books came to me just when I was suffering from grief and pain after this incident. This is a surprising event. In the midst of so much sorrow and pain, it is like a flash of light. I came back from the gates of death on August 21st. It seems like a new birth. And at that time I had in my hand the four-volume book of this invaluable autobiography written by El Abba. Finally, one of my cousins ​​brought these books and gave them to me. Another cousin of mine, Sheikh Fazlul Haque Monir, the editor of Bangla Bani, got these books from the drawer of his office table. Perhaps Abba allowed Sheikh Mani to type, thinking that he would publish an autobiography. But he too was martyred on 15 August 1975 and could not do so. The work remains unfinished.

I was almost speechless when I got the books in my hand. This handwriting is very familiar to me. I called my younger sister Sheikh Rehana. Two sisters floated in tears. I tried to feel my father's touch by touching him with my hands. I have come back from the brink of death; Then receive this. It was as if I was receiving a blessing from my father. I am still for the people of the country, the people who, in my father's language, are the 'sad people' of Bengal, - the work of changing the destiny of that sad man is left.

For the rest, that message seems to be conveying to me. When I turned the pages of the notebooks and touched the handwriting, I just felt like my father was telling me, don't be afraid, mother, I'm here, you go ahead, have courage. It seemed to me that the message of divine fear had come to me from God. In the midst of so much sorrow and pain, I felt the direction of light.

Four books written by my father. The books had to be handled very carefully. The pages of the notebooks have turned yellow, worn out and very soft. In many places the writing is so blurry that it is very difficult to read. A few pages in the middle of a notebook are completely lost, very difficult to decipher. The next day, Baby Moudud and Rehana started working. Rehana is very upset when she tries to read the notebooks. Her tears do not mean dam. The same thing happened to me in the first few months when I started working on memoirs and diaries. Gradually hardened the mind. First I photocopied the books. Abdur Rahman (Rama) helped us in this work. I had to copy very carefully. If you move it a little more, the leaf will tear. Then Baby and I took turns reading from the original book and Monirun Nesha Ninu composed. The work has been fast. It takes a lot of time to compose by looking at the handwriting. This measures to save time. The text of writing somewhere is vague. Attempts have been made to rescue him with magnifying glass. However, all the writings of the Charkhana book have been composed on the computer. The approval page signed by the jailor is correct in the books. The time is known.

Then Baby Moudud and I matched the original book and finished the editing and revision work first. Then, with Professor Shamsuzzaman Khan, Baby Moudud and I completed all the work of manuscript editing, proofreading, note writing, scanning, photo selection, etc. Sheikh Rehana took part in our work and took care of the overall supervision.

Reading these articles over and over again does not seem to end. There is a desire to read again. For the country, for the people, it is known how much a man can accept sacrifices, risk his life, endure prison torture. One finds a great personality who gives up the pleasures of life, comfort, ease, fascination, wealth, everything. It is possible to understand how he gave up all his desires for the welfare of the common poor miserable people by analyzing a little deeper. Many more unknown facts can be gathered by researching the source of this writing. Many unknown stories can be known. Pakistan Movement, Language Movement,

Pakistanis against the freedom and independence movement of Bengalis and democratic struggle.

There will be an opportunity to know the various events and history of various conspiracies of the ruling party. At the same time, he has highlighted from his experience the various conspiracies of the vested interests and the mischievous attempts to exploit them in the name of rule. The people of Bengal are still in great distress. I hope that the next generation will be inspired to read this article and become novices in national service.

In this book Bangabandhu wrote his autobiography till 1955. He wrote in solitary confinement in 1967-69 while he was a political prisoner in the Central Jail. We didn't have to edit too much the way he wrote. However, little has been done to preserve the fluency of some words and languages. He wanted to publish it as an autobiography, so he let me type at that time. He dedicated this book to someone.

Didn't go. Professor A. F. Salauddin Ahmed has always given the necessary advice from the beginning of this autobiography. Professor Fakrul Alam of the English Department of Dhaka University has completed the work of English translation very quickly. I am grateful to all of them. Without their valuable advice and cooperation, this huge responsibility would never have been possible..

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