Saturday, 25 May, 2019, 1:47 PM
Home Art & Culture

Epic Monologue

I AM SHEIKH MUJIB

Published : Sunday, 17 March, 2019 at 12:00 AM  Count : 443
Anisur Rahman

CONTINUED FROM LAST ISSUE.

Police attacked the rally.
Many of us were arrested and I was injured.
Moulana Bhasani had instructed me to avoid arrest.
But, I am not fond of secret politics.
I do not believe in secret politics.
Liaquat Ali Khan did not become the prime minister for people.
Rather he turned to be a prime minister for one party.
He respected democracy, but he did not tolerate the opposition's opinion.
It could not be accepted.
What is the reason?
Why will I hide?
Moulana Bhasani told me: "You may go to Lahore. Mr. Suhrawardy is in Lahore now.'
I could reach Lahore using strategies and after facing huge troubles.
I was weakened by the bitterness of winter.
Mr. Suhrawardy asked whether I was in need of anything.
I responded  saying, "No I do not need anything."
I knew his financial situation.
He bought a blanket, socks, sweater and muffler after a long search.
He dropped them at my hotel from the market.
He gifted me the winter clothes and said, 'These are for you.'
This was the quality of Mr. Suhrawardy.
I could not speak Urdu. By mixing Bengali and Urdu, I spoke a hotchpotch language.
Then, I left Lahore for home.
I said good bye to Mr. Suhrawardy.
I felt empty..
When would we meet again?
Who knows?
Who can tell?
I came to Calcutta from Lahore via Delhi.
I needed to be careful on the train.
I put on disguises, moving in the guise of a porter.
I wore lungi in a shorter form, just as a porter does.
I carried my luggage on my back and a bag in my hand.
The detective officers did not know my address.
They could not detect my trace.
Mr. Huq and others in jail lived with torture.
I did not have peace in my mind.
I would not get peace in their company.
Would I go to jail?
Arriving in Gopalganj, I took a ride on a rickshaw
The  driver hailed from Gopalganj.
I could trust  him.
He wanted to know about me and I could tell him.
The illusion for Renu and our children grew.
At that point, I had dedicated myself to the service of our country.
I had made a commitment for sacrifice.
I had to go to Dhaka leaving Tungipara.
Renu wanted to go to Dhaka.
She wanted to live with me.
I do not give my consent.
Where could she live in Dhaka?
I did not want to give any trouble to my relatives.
I started from our home at night.
If I started by day, Hasina woud cry.
Kamal was also old enough to understand the consequences.
At the time of my departure, I also saw tears in Renu's eyes.
What new could I tell her?
I had told her everything.
I reached Dhaka taking many different paths.
Next day, just as I was ready to eat my lunch the Police reached there too.
What can I tell you?
'I was waiting for your arrival.'
At this point in the story I remember, Mr. Moulana Bhasani, Mr. Shamsul Haq were in jail.
The condition of Mr Shamsul Haq began to deteriorate.
He shouted at any time of day or night for hours.
His hues and cries were in the name of Allah.
We did not have any alternative but to accept his shouts.
We tolerated it.
Liaquat Ali Khan is the prime minister of Pakistan.
Nurul Amin is the prime minister of East Bengal.
The level of oppression had crossed its limit.

TO BE CONTINUED...

Bengali-Swedish writer Anisur Rahman's authorship is based in Bangladesh and Scandinavia and he sits in the board of the Swedish Writers' Union.
I AM SHEIKH MUJIB

I AM SHEIKH MUJIB



« PreviousNext »



Latest News
Most Read News
Editor : Iqbal Sobhan Chowdhury
Published by the Editor on behalf of the Observer Ltd. from Globe Printers, 24/A, New Eskaton Road, Ramna, Dhaka.
Editorial, News and Commercial Offices : Aziz Bhaban (2nd floor), 93, Motijheel C/A, Dhaka-1000. Phone :9586651-58. Online: 9513959, Advertisement: 9513663
E-mail: info@dailyobserverbd.com, online@dailyobserverbd.com, news@dailyobserverbd.com, advertisement@dailyobserverbd.com,   [ABOUT US]     [CONTACT US]   [AD RATE]   Developed & Maintenance by i2soft