Please look at this Chair thats made me disability and destroyed our Family.

Hello my World please look at this Chair. When this Chair created, then I am only 12 years old. You know when I did not our justics, then I out of Country only for search the true. Now I invented this Chair thats so powerfull that I know. But now seem to me that this Chair killed my brother and destroyed our family in 14 August,1975. At that day new generation (Narail Victoria college)  raised their loud voice to against the inhumanity dead body kade niye. But their loud voice our administration did not care. At that time was no any judiciary law or adminitration that I observed. At that day only for corrupted peoples we left our village and sheltered to Narail town.

In liberation our family gave their best of only for this Chari. But this Chair what have got to us ? Nothing. Only disability and so much insult in front of this world.

Please call to Home addtional Secretary Iqbal Uddin Chowdury sir who always sitting our Minister Shahara Khatun our Ex. Sir what happening that day ? Our corrupt Judge of Narail for nothing  handcup my second brother hands. At that day they disempowerment of the power that I know. When I went there, he did not meet to me. My speech why he handcup of my brothers hands ? At that day his oporad as like as me he raised loud voice to corrupted Judge at Narali. Je Chair er jonno amader ato attotag Shei Chair amader shara jibon nispeshito korche opoman koreche. But why ? Amra ki oporad korechilam ? 

When I was sitting in judge court, then one person told me they are currupt, even his younger brother was corrupt also. At that time I was being so hurt in my mind. But nothing to do at that day. Come back to Dhaka opomanito hoye.

In 1975 when killed my brother then my others bhai bon was at Village. My younger two brother Nur Jalal Babu and Nur Ahad was so small. They always was going of our school to crossed my brother bloody path. But never in mind any revenge of my elder brother kilers. Once they one time passed ssc, science of first division. I have wrote my story if Farmar Yousuf Mollah had a college or university, then his all children would be real educated. But our bad luck our all college always student league, so no oportunity of real educated. Unfortunately he attached unexpress party. Yet he wanted to create himself that eveyone fear to see  him. He was a great Comrade because I had seen his room some books of Maosetung and Lenin. So once become a dangerous. Became disputed. All corrupted adminstration always fear to him. He know our indispensable reality. I know that he did not any unfair, untrue works or inhumanity activities. He is good person. Always his voice to against the inhumanity. Allah is Great ! Once incident at Avoynagar Jessore Almighty Allah save him. For being 2-3 months we saved him from the illegal police administraition. Once my father had come International air port of Dhaka and Bidhay janalen ter dear son ke. Shedin Dhaka amio amer father er shathey kedichilam. Because he air port theke Khamerbari, farmgate office a phone korechilo ja chilo sedin amader jonno bedonadayok. Thats reality. This younger brother in 2004 in Cmch, vellore of India one month amake mukhe tule khayeche, amer jibon save korer jonno always hard work koreche. Thats reality, thats a part of our life.

Ajo amra shei home ke mukto korte parini. Ajo amer elder brother er rekhey jaoa 2 month ages son is tariqul Islam Uzzal is fighting to them of our village home. Because his fathers grave yard at our village. Thats reality.

 I recall when Ambassador Waliur Rahman sir wanted to me what my real name, back ground and identity, then I could not. Only in my thought who am I and where from ?  when I started writing  my lifestory, then I looked at a bloody history of our life.

So now how I could I honor to this Chair ? (cont.)