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Submitted by guest_writer on Tue, 12/02/2013 - 11:14pm

This is our time to show that we fought for our country when she needed us.

I am a bit upset about the state of our fellow Bangladeshi’s patriotism following the event in Altab Ali Park in London to show support in favour or the trail of the war crime in Bangladesh. A very personal point of view.

The day the protest went ahead there were suppose to be at least 900 people who made a promise to attend. May be it was a Facebook promise (or Fakebook) and may be it was not taken seriously. But why is that. If only one fourth of the people turned up, we would show that we care. It was nearly a humiliating position, if not only for those brave ones chanted slogans for hours against a well prepared mob of anti tribunal and anti Bangladesh movement . I salute you those who attended just for the sake of decency to show solidarity to those protesting for days in Bangladesh.

I too have friends who are very knowledgeable and often get ever so existed of every bit of news about Bangladesh. They can blow you away with their political correctness and logic all the time. They are ever so conscious about why so politically corrupt our country’s politicians are. Needless to say, it is us who made them what they are, and we the so called educated, complain why and how. The answer to me is simple. We fail to act. We always fail to act at the right time. Yet the suffering of the mass is down to the few, not politicians to me, but the educated civil society.

I know criticism will flow in when I say the above - Thinkers are important or Pen is mightier than the sword. Civil societies are so civil that it is considered poor taste to go and fight on the streets. I question again and again myself, would it be possible to be a free citizen of Bangladesh without the participation of the most ordinary lives who fought and did not even think twice to give the most precious, their lives. Its simple to me, the simple lives are the extraordinary. They have made history not only in Bangladesh, but all over the world, the same story over and over again. Yet we fail to realise, its simple.

We are so far away form our motherland. But I have not met a single Bangladeshi who forgets about it for a day or two. Therefore we get engaged, emotional, angry, sad, and happy when a thing happen back home, or is it really back home? She is with us constantly.

Interesting enough there is possibly one group of people in this world who don’t feel that way; they are born in one country but feels for another country. I don’t know how that happens, maybe that’s a twisted reality for them, I guess. It saddened me when those who don’t even feel for my country were greater in presence than those of us who call us patriot or are we?

My daughter who only goes to primary school can give me a very straight answer about right and wrong.

I just want to be able to say to my daughter when I grow old; when my time came I did not fail to act. After all, we all want to be a good role model to our children, don’t we? I have always asked myself, what would happen if I were even a teenager in 1971, I most certainly come up one answer only; I would go to war to save my mother and motherland. Will I do the same if I were given a second chance? I come up with the same answer, again and again.

Would I want to fail the test of my time? Will you?



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