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The Martyrs of 1952.

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The boy has been standing next to the bioscope for a long time. Rashid Mia doesn't like the matter. Every time he is looking at the boy, he is spitting with his mouth and signing a little in front of the boy's feet. So now he is very careful, he does not use the bioscope without his eyes even for a moment. Everyone in the world seems to suspect him. How does the boy who is standing also feel. He has not eaten since morning, his mouth is full of spit, this boy's pain Thinking about all this, he frowned and asked the boy, "Do you drive rickshaw?" He peeked in front of the boy and said, "Is it yours?" Rashid Mia himself shook his head this time, kept quiet and said nothing. He thought it was normal to say that. He looked around and shouted loudly, "Bioscope Bioscope, two Anna Bioscope" ".

The boy we are talking about is named Ahiullah. Born in a poor house, the boy has escaped from his village to escape the beating of his day laborer father. Dhaka was in turmoil demanding Bengali language. He just knows that the situation in the country is not good, it can be a big problem very soon. And whenever he thinks of all these things, his chest hurts. Most of the time he thinks about these knowledge before going to bed at night, but today this Even in the evening, he seems to be fighting and bleeding again and again. The reason for this is Barkat Bhai. Barkat Bhai is studying at the university. He buys it. He likes the man very much. When he speaks beautifully and when he speaks, Ahiullah thinks of himself as a big man. This afternoon, Barkat Bhai called him and bought him tea and biscuits. After eating tea, he asked Barkat Bhai like an adult. "Barkat bhai, what is the condition of the country?" "Barkat bhai says something, looks at the sky and sighs. Ahiullah, he doesn't understand anything, he thinks his brother is upset. He shakes his head thinking like an adult. Once Barkat bhai himself says" Jinnah doesn't know what the nation is. He travels the country for ten days and teaches Urdu. Tomorrow we will teach him what Urdu is. ”Ahiullah laughs. It is good to see the smiles of Barkat Bhai's people. He is still very happy. He is a blessed brother to everyone in the university. As soon as he came out of the Institute of Fine Arts, the rickshaw pullers grabbed him and asked, "Brother Barkat, where are you going?

Ahiullah goes to the medical with the rickshaw in the evening. Then a man shows him his hand and stops him.

Ahiullah looks back when he hears the voice of the passenger. Usually he doesn't like it when someone tells him. But this man has a feeling in his voice. He says the name. Then he asks the village house, when did he drive the rickshaw? He also knows that the passenger's country is Mymensingh. He has a mother-in-law in the medical school. Ansar says that there is a terminal illness. The man smiled and asked in a tender voice, "How is your mother?" The woman shook her head and said, "Badal's shailta is not good. Ahiullah smiles when he hears this and then slowly turns the rickshaw to the other side. "" Why don't you rent a rickshaw? ", The man asked with a smile. Ahiullah gave another nice smile in reply. Then he quickly pulled the rickshaw and left.

Ahiullah's passenger's name was Abdul Jabbar. Jabbar did not know that he would be injured in this Dhaka Medical the next day.

Kamran Ali is a short man, he often wears his favorite blue Punjabi, especially on the days when he has meetings with his university students, he doesn't like to read anything except this Punjabi. When he started writing poetry, the poet seemed to him to be a young man with a bushy beard. He passed the honors in Bengali almost 2 years ago. But he still could not leave the university. It is often seen that he went to the meeting and rescued the students with inflammatory speeches. Kamran Ali understands everything, he likes to hear his own praises. He likes it best when someone calls him "Poet Kamran". Today there is a huge gathering at his house. The enchanted student crowd has gathered in a small empty space outside the house. They have all come to listen to him with their language demands. Kamran Ali is sitting in a chair and enjoying the interest of the people around him. He stood up with a piece of paper in his hand.

La, what are you talking about ", he looks at the people around and expects an answer. Most of them are silent, one or two of them say" Mother language is for Bengali language ". What is Urdu again. My mother and father do not know it. Shahidullah Sir, Abul Kashem Sir of Majlis has explained to the government in many ways the importance of Bengali language. But what did Jinnah do with it. I understand where your language will be Urdu, I can't speak Urdu. Why don't you teach Bengali to us, I want to teach Urdu. I was a young student then. But I was not a suckling child like those people. But he didn't listen to Jinnah. "Kamran Ali took a deep breath. Everyone around him looked at him in amazement. His tongue became very distorted due to excessive excitement. But he shouldn't look at it here. He is swallowing public talk, he has to make more vitamins. He looked up and shook his head again and said, "That's what I'm saying over and over again I don't understand. Everyone listened to me on the 31st. Miyara, I don't want all the parties to form a committee. Today, everyone is listening to me. I am saying that this all-party committee will give Bengali law to your child. Bhasani sab ki kam Maulana understands. Urdu or the language of Muslims, Bengali is Hindu. There are people with better intentions than you, there are true Muslims in this country. Hera speaks in Bengali. Bhasani has become the president of Dhairai language committee in sub-Bangla. Listen students, listen, people I'm reading, but it's not working. I won't have to jump on the 8th of Falgun, I will have to shout. Article 144, what is the section. Kamran Ali is fascinated by his own poetic talent. People are now roaring as goats and goats. After many days, tears are falling from Kamran Ali's eyes. His only dream since childhood is to be a poet like Rabithakur. He thinks that one cannot be such a great poet in Urdu.

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Kamran Ali does not go to Dhaka University at 9 am on the 8th. He has a bad stomach. He has got a little worse, and so he falls in bed and cries. A student sat next to him and watched the poet's condition for a long time. Finally he said, "Poet's stomach If it's bad, I don't see anyone breathing in such a bed. "" Kamran Ali was very angry at first, but later he forgave him. He called him Hazar Hok Kabi. What does he do when he is angry. His wife came quietly and said, "Poet brother, there is no other hypocrite like you in this world". Kamran heard the silence and went back to bed.

Meanwhile, Abdul Jabbar woke up very early in the morning. After performing the Fajr prayer, he threw his arms and legs for a while as usual. In a corner of the hospital, he is with his wife, sick mother-in-law and son. He wants to go to the village. Jabbar is in trouble with his two-year-old son. The boy has a fever and his stomach hurts. He doesn't like to think about these hobbies anymore. He goes to his wife and says, "I don't like Amina. I understand. Jagat." The family feels bitter "". Amina Khatun fell asleep and said "Aisen sits beside me". Her husband is very fond of her, but she is never told openly. He went and sat next to Amina and said, "Let's go to the village and get a cow for you. Let's feed the baby cow's milk regularly." Amina smiled as she fell asleep. Jabbar looked at her child this time. Who knows what the innocent child understood about his father. He just grinned and showed two teeth and laughed. Tears came out of Bdul Jabbar's eyes. With all the compassion of the world, he put his hand on the forehead of his child and bride.

Abdul Jabbar was walking on the verandah of the hospital a little before 8 in the morning. People in the vicinity found out that today the university students will break the 144 section of the movement. After a while he may know for some of these languages. I read it. I used to read Bengali with a bearded sir whose name he doesn't remember now. I only remember reciting Sir's poems. Ah! It would have been nice to hear. Sir used to say, "If it weren't for the language, there would be no poetry story. You would go to the pond and eat fish and go home and eat with salt. In the month of Baishakh, he has water on his knees.

Shortly after 9 pm, Abdul Jabbar was surrounded by many people, including his wife. He could hear Amina's throat. Amina started crying loudly. "Why did you go to the street. The water falls, but after a while he faints again. An hour later, seeing Amina, Jabbar is calling her softly, when he approaches, Jabbar says to her, Jabbar gives a smile when he sees him. Ahiullah sits quietly with big eyes. He can't understand whether he should say anything. Amina puts her hand on her husband's forehead and says, "This little girl is doing a lot of work. All these drugs are legal." Jabbar looks at Amina with sad eyes and utters his last words, "Teach poetry in the rain, Rabindranath's poem". Goes back to sleep.

Ahiullah goes to the university campus with his legs hidden. He has been hiding all day. His chest is still shaking. Today he has grown a lot. One day he has learned to understand that life is very difficult. As he walks past Curzon Hall, he hears students say. Barkat bhai is not there. He cries when he opens his chest, but the boy doesn't have to cry. This is also what Barkat bhai has taught him. He keeps on crying and gets lost in the dark streets and keeps thinking, where was Barkat bhai in medical, why didn't he see him?

On the 9th, several students gathered at Kamran Ali's house. They are all waiting for him to say something. After a while, Kamran Ali came out of his house with a diseased body, although his face was smiling. He raised his hand and asked, "I heard Barkat or not?" No. " At one point he broke the silence and said, "I am a coward, I went to protest . I was sitting at home like a rat. Come and paint me." Everyone present looked at him with a yes. Kamran Ali said again, "In my polagore." Myra threw it and I ate barley barley at home, myra kicked me in the back, that's all. "There was silence in the house. No one spoke. But today in my Polagore, people are shooting in the street like this and I will go to the bathroom at home. This will not happen. " Everybody in the background heard a man wearing blue Punjabi hair with a crazy usko khusko hair running down the street and shouting "Charmuna Charmuna, Urdu language Manmuna".

Seeing the crowd near Curzon Hall, Ahiullah goes ahead. He sees all sorts of people shouting for the Bengali language. His blood is hot. Barkat Bhai has given his life for this language. If necessary, he will give it. He also runs away with the procession. "I want the right language Bangla" ".

Life is very difficult, so at the end of the day, nine-year-old Ahiullah is seen lying on the streets of Nawabpur with another martyr Shafiur. No one touches his frozen body for a long time. He cried, once he scratched his hand on the ground and once on his own head. In the nearby hut he could hear screams, "What happened to my manik, Ray, and Allah beat my manik to death". From a distance, Ahiullah's father heard the screams and ran away crying. He said in his voice, "I am a heretic father, myra, I have kicked her out of the house. My milk pola ..." "The couple had not eaten every day since Ahiullah ran away, but they would hide a bowl of rice and a half onion under the bed. The boy is back!

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Shera Man. Great writing indeed.

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