Deep memories are tangled words

Because of the sleepiness of the entire day, I some way or another spread two pages of the paper and set down on the gallery of the film lobby of Abhisar close to Shapla. Numerous siblings were as yet alert in little knot out and about. There were no stars overhead. The encompassing structures are like Nijhumpuri. It's late around evening time, and it's office space. Subsequently, the structures can be supposed to be abandoned. A light line of light was emerging through the glass of the window. The mic was coming from the Shapler stage. I didn't see when the two eyes fell into a condition of rest.

At the point when I awaken, I open my eyes and see the Armageddon all around. I ran without thinking ahead. For the time being, the objective is Motijheel Madrasa. This was the nearest protected spot to Abisha's film corridor. Countless researchers, Talibul Ilam and devout normal Muslims were at that point remaining there. Numerous others were running with me along the fundamental street. Everybody had a similar objective. Out of nowhere a slug hit my left leg. Coming from a good ways, nothing occurred. Simply a plum appeared to be tossed from a good ways.

It terrified me considerably more. I sped up showing a little to then, at that point. The sound of far off shells and sound explosives is stunning. I raced to the primary door and saw that the entire region was brimming with individuals. Some way or another I pushed the group and took asylum in the Madrasa Mosque.

There are numerous Talibuls dissipated to a great extent in Ilam Masjid who are pretty much as frightened as I'm. The endlessly dread of the obscure is to everybody. Many present here don't know Dhaka city. Many have lost the individual they accompanied. Regardless of whether the entire city is snoozing, individuals who fill the madrasahs and mosques are significant in the a sleeping disorder. They sit and pay attention to the shots from a good ways. They actually don't have any idea what savagery is happening outside against their associates.

Many individuals were honored by drinking the nectar of affliction that evening. The roads of Dhaka were hued with the blood of many individuals. Prior to morning light, the cleaners of the City Partnership washed away the bloodstains from the pitch. Did they likewise eliminate it from the hearts of individuals of this city? Such inquiries emerge to me over and over. The vibhishika of the earlier night was lost from around Shapla in the buzzing about of office-going individuals on the sparkling road. As though nothing occurred here.

Today is May fifth. A notable horrendous day. Present to the new age the set of experiences, foundation of Shapla-Shahbag struggle of this day and before-later and its repercussion in the dirt and individuals of this country which is as yet happening till now. May this penance never be neglected. During the tumult of thirteenth year, the individuals who were away from the current of occasions or were little, and in this way had barely any familiarity with these issues, could gather 'Shaplanama'. There you will track down a ton of subtleties and many kinds of composition.

Similarly as Hasina believes the public authority should represent the blood of the blameless individuals of Shapla, Faizullah additionally needs it from the Groups.

Hefazat Islam have the opportunity to work with the rundown of saints?

This isn't the initial occasion when IJP Shahidul Haque is offering such an expression about the saints. He has rehashed the very proclamation before in better places that there was no death toll in the police activity in Shapla Chattar on that evening of fifth.

The equivalent was said at the Shokrana Mahfil. Nobody present at Shokrana Mahfil could express anything because of these words that day. However, from that service, the title of 'Qaumi Janani' was articulated and the blood of the saint was cleaned away, similarly as the early daytime cleaning laborers cleaned the blood-stained street the evening of May 5. On that day, everybody was overpowered by the rich diversion of Shokria Mahfil.

A couple of years prior, this IJP was enduring an onslaught for saying exactly the same thing in Jatrabari Madrasa.

Hazrat Jatrabari removed his words and said that assuming somebody was martyred that evening, regardless of whether the eyes of the world see it, the eyes of God didn't stay away from it. Nobody has the ability to keep it in the court from getting God regardless of whether he just let it out in the court of the world.

The Bhar Majlis then shook the court with clearly dissents. IJP's face became red with shame.

In the event that you can't discuss time, it turns into a thistle in your neck forever. Hefazat Islam have opportunity and energy to work with the rundown of saints?