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"We are wishful kites wandering the open skies
Eagerly anticipating our dreams to realize
We are a multitude of beacons clad as fireflies
Illuminating hope, yearning despairs demise"........by Sohel Ahmed

Religion makes us feel special. It comforts us with the idea that we are superior than other species on earth. It gives some fancy misconceptions about reality and physical world. We like to think ourselves special. We like to think that we have a greater purpose in our life. We fantasize about afterlife. That hallucinates us from the very truth, the reality.

shivering cold.
wrapped up in all kinds of pajamas, sweaters, coats, blankets- we walk, on the frozen ice. Even the dead leave the place in cold.
Hands become numb in few minutes. legs covered in woolen socks are aroused by the chilled wind. the wind strikes us like spikes.

What lies behind is dead meat of thoughts.
Totally dead, even I do not want to accept their existence in my mind.
Sounds like extremists?
Well, we are so. We are group of people who are extremists. Extremists who kill their own thoughts, kill their own will and most of all, they are killers of their own judgement? What there to judge, they guess. Oh sorry, they don't even guess.

Midnight is approaching. The pungent smell of medicine again reminds me that I am in a hospital. I look up. My head has drooped on my chest in exhaustion; from morning to afternoon I was on the move in search of a rare medicine and finally found it in a small medicine corner in Old Dhaka. The expiry date sealed on the bottle was only a month from then. I hesitated. But there was no option.

Last year The US lead army in Afghanistan marked their 10th anniversary in October. During that time in October I took an interview of an Afghan girl studying in Bangladesh who spent half of her life in Taliban regime and half Under US siege.
N.B. : It was first of my interviews that I took in 2011 and afterwards. Hoping to publish those all.

This is 3rd in the series of translation of witness accounts collected in the book 1971: Dreadful Experiences. When translating I often feel at loss for proper adjectives in English that could do justice in describing the heinous atrocities these hyenas wearing Pak army uniform or calling themselves rajakar or "friend" committed. If the reader can think of more appropriate language that can help portray the intensity of the truth, please suggest. It will be much appreciated.

[justify]It was august 29th and we had a trip offered by Boro Mama to Whistler together with Baba and my two cousins, Zahur and Sameen. Unfortunately my mom couldn’t manage to join us because she had to go to work; but she made some sandwitches for our lunch.