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Help one another in righteousness and pity; but do not help one another in sin and rancor (Q.5:2). The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing. (Edmond Burke). Oh! What a tangled web we weave, When first we practice to deceive! (Walter Scott, Marmion VI). If you are not part of the solution …. Then you are part of the problem. War leaves no victors, only victims. … Mankind must remember that peace is not God's gift to his creatures; it is our gift to each other.– Elie Wiesel, Nobel Peace Prize Acceptance Speech, 1986.

Tuesday, November 4, 2014

Bangladesh: Post-Uprising

Appending two letters from my friend, Dr. Enayet Rahim. They are self-explanatory. They tell the eye-witness story not to be found in history pages: How the freedom fights were hijacked by masked enemies of Bangladesh? Send yr.feedback to Dr. Enayet thru this blog. Thanks. Israr Hasan
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August 15th: a day of Destiny
enayet rahim
Oct 31 (2 days ago)
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to Emran, Syed, Muhammad, Aquila, Jamil, me, Faiz, A.B.M., Shamim
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Dear Friends :
August 15, 1975 was a crisp, pleasant morning...the summer heat and humidity of the rainy months had subsided. I was up at 4am in the morning studying. I was in the 3rd year of medical school, and I always liked to study for an hour or so in the morning, before going to my classes. Wrapping up my studies at about 5:30, I got out to have a morning sprint ( would run for about 20 minutes ) before showering and eating breakfast. Daylight was breaking, people were returning from their Fajr prayers from the mosques. As I reached the gates of our home in Ispahani Colony, gunfire broke out. Rapid bursts of automatic rifles , coming from the Mintoo road area. I ran back home. Found my father agitated and up. He had received a phone call from Bangabandhu himself yelling on the phone, somebody is shooting in my house, and the lines went dead.
Visibly shaken, my dad called the Rakkhi Bahini ( paramilitary guards) headquarters; no reply. Then he called Brigadier Mash-hurul Huq, the military secretary to the President. Luckily he answered. My dad told him what happened. Mashhurul said, "I am going" and hung up. My dad also quickly got dressed. As the Principal Secretary to the President, he deemed his duty to rush there too. He also called the Chief of Army Staff, Gen. Shafiullah. Again , no answer. I saw my dad, pick up his revolver and put it in his pocket. He had not done this since he left the police service a couple of years earlier. He told me to call the driver to bring the car. As luck would have it, the driver couldnot be found.
The firing had stopped by then. My father was about to get out of the house, when my mom suddenly came and grabbed my dad " Don't go", she said. I guess, women have a sixth sense, which we men don't. My dad stopped in his tracks and sat down.
A few minutes later, Mr Taheruddin Thakur, one of Bangabandhu's cabinet ministers called :" Rahim Saheb, he said, listen to the Radio."
We turned on the Radio to hear , a certain Major Dalim declaring that the military has seized power, Shaikh Mujib has been removed, and a new government will be announced soon. Martial law was proclaimed. Very brief announcement and no further explanations.

We all sat around dumb-founded and in shock. About 30 minutes or so later, Mr Mesbahauddin, who was a neighbor and Director of the National Security Intelligence at the time walked to our house in his Lungi and with a shawl covering his head and face so nobody might recognize him, and told us that the whole Shaikh family has been killed. Another hour or two passed, and then the Radio became alive again , announcing that Khandaker Mushtaq Ahmad, another Cabinet minister has been proclaimed the new President and soon a new government would be announced. One by one , the Chiefs of the Army, Navy, Air Force, the Police and the Rakkhi Bahini came on the Radio and announced their allegiance to the new government . Their voices betrayed their shock. Evidently none of them knew what had happened and what was going to happen.

Poor Brigadier Mashhurul Huq rushed to the Presdents house on Rd #32, Dhannmondi. He was stopped by the soldiers there, roughed up, and one of the guys cocked his gun and was about to shoot him. Luckily another military jeep arrived, and the driver jumped out and shouted, keep this "bastard " for me, I will kill him myself. Saying so, he pulled Brig. Huq into his jeep and sped away. On the way, he told him to take off his shirt and dropped him off in front of New Market, and said, I am sorry Sir, please run away and hide. Brigadier Huq survived to tell us the story later.

Anyways, a couple of hours later, Khandaker Mushtaq went on the Radio Bangladesh and announced his new cabinet. Most of Mujib's companions were in the new cabinet....many of them were already vying for their posts and couldnot wait to start their new jobs.

This was while their leader's dead body lay on the staircase, and the whole family remained dead and rotting on the floors. It was 3 days before anybody even thought about doing something with these stinking dead bodies.

I went out into the streets at about noon. Dhaka seemed to be in a festive mood. Loud music played, restaurants were open and doing brisk business. I heard, I did not see, people were distributing sweets on the occasion of the leaders' death. Going toward the Medical College , I noted commotion near the morgue. Peeking thru, I saw dead bodies lying all over, which I heard were , Shaikh Fazlul Huq (Moni), Mujib's nephew, and his wife, and Abdur Rab Sarniabat, Mujib' s brother in law and his family; both members of his cabinet. One Major Noor, his uniform soaked in blood, had brought these bodies in a military truck.

Will continue
Caesar
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A day of Destiny : Continue

enayet rahim
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to Emran, Syed, Muhammad, Nizam, A.B.M., Moazzem, Alam, Enam, Mohammad,
Faiz, me, Jamil, Golam, Shamim, Jewell, Sha, Ziaulmujib, Lotus, Leena

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Dear Bro. Israr:
The happenings of 15th Aug 1975 has remained a mystery.  The killings and the coup d' etat was carried out by a handful of soldiers and officers, and strangest part of it was, many of the soldiers were really ex-soldiers having been retired or fired from the services. The commissioned officers included only one who was in active duty : Col. Farook Rahman of the Bengal Lancers. His comrades, Col Rashid,  Major Noor, Major Dalim were all forcibly retired several months ago. How they commanded the small platoon of  soldiers is strange to say the least.
Who really fired the shots and killed all these people is also a mystery. Major Dalim who made the announcements on the Radio and became infamous denied any responsibility. In interviews given to reporters, he denied any plans to kill. He said, their plan was to force Mujib out of power, but not to kill him. That seems too naïve; all who knew Shaikh Mujib , knew also that he couldnot be threatened to give up power; he needed to be killed. But who killed or gave orders to murder all the women and children, and kill his other relatives in Serniabat's or Moni's house is not known.

Col.Farook, Col Rashid, Major Noor all gave interviews to Libyan TV and declined any involvement in the killing of women and children. They also denied any knowledge of who did the killings. A certain Lieutenant Muslemuddin ( who was commissioned from a Junior commissioned officer) is said to have done the killings at Mujib's house. But this person was never seen in public and disappeared into the thin air. Nobody heard of him again. But who did the killings in the other houses ?

Four of Mujib's closest associates ( Cabinet Ministers) : Syed Nazrul Islam, Tajuddin Ahmed, Capt. Mansour Ali, Quamruzzaman were picked up from their homes in Mintoo road by a detachment of soldiers and put in Dhaka Central Jail. All others of his cabinet joined the new government under Khandaker Mushtaq immediately. Two months later in Novemeber 1975, 3 or 4 armed men in military uniform arrived in Dhaka Jail in the middle of the night and forced themselves into the Warden's office and demanded to see the above prisoners. The Warden woke up the IG Prisons, who refused the demand. The armed men forced him on gun-point to call the President's office . Reportedly, the then President Khandaker Mushtaq himself spoke and told the IG Prisons to let these people in. The IG vainly protested that it was against all regulations dating back from British times. But apparently the President over-rode his protests, and the gun-toting soldiers forced their way in. They went to the prison cells and shot the above four point-blank and killed them.

Again, nobody knows who did all this. I have talked to several people. My father who still worked as Secretary to the President was shocked by news next morning  like the rest of the country.
A couple of days after this incident, another group of Army officers under Gen Khaled Musharraf staged a coup. But the officers and soldiers of the August incidents managed to negotiate with Gen Khaled and obtain a airplane and fly out of the country to Libya. They have forever disappeared, except Col.Farook ( the only active duty soldier), who returned to the country. he was arrested and sentenced to death by the present regime, and was hanged two years ago.

Call it Divine Providence or the Decree of Allah...call it what you will, but the fact remains that strange things did happen. Col Farouk drove 3 tanks out of the cantonement and went to the Rakkhi Bahini Headquarters in PeelKhana. The Rakkhi Bahini was the National Guards , raised by Mjib , as a counter balance to the army, basically for his protection. The tanks had no ammunition. But it didn't matter.....not one soul came out of the barracks of Rakkhi Bahini. The Army, Navy,Air-force did not move, despite Shaikh Mujib's desperate phone calls to all the Chiefs. Mujib did make several phone calls that morning as per records of the phone company. Nobody responded.

What do you call this?

Please comment
Caesar