Krishan Konna of Bangladesh |
I am telling to all of my friends that you are know once I wrote continue in my thought but now some problems. I recall my 2nd brother said that please stop writing, to see once you will be poet Kazi Nazrul Islam. At last he had dumb. No express his words. Thats was so distressed himself. But I did not to listen his word. Really now some problems but no upset, one to resolve that my believe.
I am a fermer's daughter. Till now I hear the smell of the soil of my body. From my chilhood fighting to fighting now reached this Heaven (my friends language). But in here always I am crying too. Always to face new to new challenge. I dont no stay in this Heaven. I dislike the corrupt peoples who always to killing the human rights, dishonor the rules of constitution and who are always like to bureaucratic himself.
I known that we are all equally entitled of human rights without discrimination.These right are all of interrelated, interdepended and indivisible. Human rights are rights enherent to all human beings, whatever our nationality, place of birth, color, language, religion and other status.
But what I have seen of my life ? always have seen to killing democracy, to killing humanity, to killing education, to killing secularism, to killing human rights, to killing humanity and hot not. But why not I dont say ? where our democracy ? where our nationality ? where our secularism ? where our socialism ? and where our human rights ? where humanity in here ?
In liberation period to seen always terrorist had come and to tagged liflet of our house wall. I have seen that my father cut the rice Gola on the yard and all the peoples take it. At that period most of the villagers to living only to eating our foods. Regular always to cooking by my mother for the peoples who are underground or freedom fighters. I help her always, not to study at that day. My elder brother was a freedom fighter. So always all side attacked so much upon our family thats I have written my articles " Liberation war 1971, freedom fighter and some speech'' .
My elder brother was the boldness man of our area. Who was always against the inhumanity. Nobody did not any illegal activites of our area only for him. In 1975 my elder brother murder by local terrorist. At that day a big stress upon our family. Even we did not case to the court. No any justice. My elder brother loved me so much. He always dreams to me. He first to said my teacher, '' I know my sister that she will can be." of course at that day I could that but my bad luck no could not seen my brother. Before he died. I have seen my mother being 35 years every at night in her bed to crying and wake up to crying. Till now too.
Now Please me where human rights ? where our justice ?
At that time as like as my grand father Suresh Chondro Mukharji who look after my orphan father from baby to till then. He is not only my fater guider, he is all of us also. But when his son called him from Delhi for go back to them. But always he denied and no go to leave Bangla, always says, no leave from Yusuf, no leave from his children, no leave from Nobogonga river, no leave from this trees and hot not. After all he loved so much his mother land. But after my brother death once at dark night he escaped away to India . Only that day this terrorist stressed him to left his mother and of the soil.
l recall last year I wrote up the article '' This is how Humanity ? ''over the Prothom Alo news papers tropics. In our same area some terrorist come out a lots of Adibashi from his house land and in there to plantation a lots of tree in their housland. They are sitting the open sky and wet raining. Thats so barbarism. For them once my elder brother was fighting and at last murder that I know.
Now please say where our secularism ? where our humanity ?
After my elder brother death when my 2nd brother who escape away with me to Narail city. Then I admitted. I was a scholarship student. But a terrorist who was a student league worker in 1976 of our Narail college. I never to talk him or no seen to near. Once he wrote me a letter to me, '' Rani (Queen), I love you so much, please tell me are you ? " That was my guilty. Instantly I go back of our village and to study there. Because at that time our family was so conservative. Especially Muslim daughters did not easily anything. But strongly says at that day I was quite innocent. After that once he said of our relatives that she (krishankonna) is farmers daughter. That was my guilty.So no could not relation with her. I already have written my story - " I did not want to happiness, only wanted joy,I got it"
" Sweden Ambassay, Nobonita is the personal assistant of Ambassador of Sweden . She is calling by phone, at that time a mideum ages gentle man has come and salam to her. Suddenly she look at the gentleman and to come as like as flash back, she has gone away so far distance. After that he left the the office. Next time Nobonita has known from his sir that gentle man is Mr. Rajz who is from Bangladesh and plantation in here. He has a big farm and to grown up a lot of vegetalbes. Even he sometimes to send his vegetalbes to Ambassador Sir's apartment.
In here I differentiate between Nobonita of Bangladesh and Mr. Raja of Bangladesh . To compare in here that Nobonita's father planted crops of his own lands but Mr. Raja is plantation of others country and others land. please let me know who is famous fermer now ?
I recall some days ago a comments of our PM (Manosh Konna Sheikh Hasina/facebook. in there tropics was the Jute production, Then I commented upon her comments, then a lots of facebook cached it. When I had seen then really I was crying and crying to recall my fathers, Really he is the great father of me. I am so proud being his daughther. Really I am krishan konna of Bangladesh. A word cached always that was -In here he succeed that his daughter Krishan konna of Bangladesh is telling to all of you-------.
After that when I came to Dhaka with my husband. In here no could not safe me too. Once unfortunately I disputed a famous govt. officer and selected my struggle life. To disconnect all of my relatives. Only to trying my life with integrity. For this once I affected brain tumor. But best of time to do serve of our important desk, moa. But when I affected then they could not nothing to do for me . Because no option of our establishment rules. At that time nobody who loves me or our relatives did not come for help me, only my two brothers at once come when they heard my bad news. They took at me first time our home district and sold my fathers lands and performed my treatment by that fiancé. Please tell me if I not come back in Bangladesh from India that day , can I write now my miserable story ? At that day when I heard that my life is so only 7 days. From that day till then I closed my eye from the world. Only in my thought I never go back in Bangladesh. My ALLAH is Great.
When I come back in here. At that time my husband had expired. At that miserable day nobody not come to me and no help me too. Even always afraid for the debitor. At that I have seen some cruel face and from that I taught what is humanity. After thats when my miserable period is finished. Then I created a happy world with my two sons. A nice days was to me that days always I sang a song of my pc always.
Just this period that terrorist did not tolerate my happy world. He started to phone at my office and residense, If I did not catch then he treating me. Even he direct once come of my residense and said that now you are alone, once I love you and now only you are my right. But I ignore his proposal and gate locked. I said that she is dead. Now this her new born only. Now I am a coffin of dead body by cover of white cloth.'' I know that day he shocked because his whole life always when he wanted anything, then he got it.Because he is only one son of his father and owner a lot of properties. After all he is a play boy. without it is not nothing that I know from his life.. I worte his real life feauture, wrote '' Shahi Moholer Nabab with his whole life. After that to incresing day by day. At that time no express my distress. Always I am reserved. no any friends that I express. Only my two sons my close friends of my life. Then I told my elder son and my big brother. My elder sons told me that we dont want to see your crying. Thats make you be happy plz to do that. but you are rember that you now unwell. Big brother said that let him come your house, then to will be see and to say to him to give you recognize.
Please let me tell all of my friends why I am crying ? why today to be crying again ? I know that only by terrorist done by me distressed. Where humanity ? where human rights ?
When I massacred his room in front of all of his family member and wrote my story " Biddrohi Nar (Rebel Woman). Then I said to my big brothers that plz buy me a arms. But he said that if you do it, So to do your hang by death . Then I wrote my stroy " Really she is terrorist ? to do will be hang of death ? please read and tell it"
Now tell me where human rights ? where justice ? where humanity ?
After that once I standing up and want to live with my two sons only with my administration. But in here no helpful, even destroyed my life day by day. I have seen no any value of integrity. In here to more illegal works, so benefited. To more sign or recommended so much be strong. But I could not.Because farmers daughter never taught any unfair, untrue. She not surrender under any unfair. If it is true, So now a owner of house, plenty of money, cars etc. that I know because alway I am near a lots of power. But Krishan konna has not applied that. Her integrity of essence is so high that she knows. So just now no get my residense, no get any seat our microbus, no any pc of my desk.
Now please let me tell to all of my friends where our democracy ? where our justice ? where our human rights ? where our humanity ? where our secularism ? no cant not answer my question that I know. But you all of dont know.
But thats reality, Thats a part of my life. (cont.)
Last September I have written my this articles. Just now I republished of my friends of the World.
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