War is Universal
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War is Universal


At night when I saw everything be burned by fire and people were being killed and I was hearing the sound of guns and the shells We were hearing and seeing all those sounds from the ordinance factory Once it hit morning, we, bag and baggage, our whole family got out of there Yes, we left, our village was let’s say, 15 miles from there, we started walking As we crossed the army camp, heh!? Then we started seeing tons of Dhaka controllment, the military were at the ordinance factory every bengali was in there, inside, they killed everyone Then I, in April, the killing started in March, went to train for 3 months in India For about 3 months they gave us training, after they did, I came back I did this in order to protect Bangladesh, for my LOVE for BANGLADESH, because I am a bengali! We were at a base, maybe 15 to 20 people in a group Then, they gave training Once, finished with training, I came back to the country My biggest wish was to visit my father and mother before I left, since they were still there When I reached the home at dawn They quickly sat me down, fed me, and said ‘ baba you need to leave…’ ‘Your uncle, is a razakar, if they hear you they’ll take you away’ I couldn”t stay any longer, so after eating, again I started up No one close to me was killed, but the amount of people killed and left on the streets … All the people that they killed, I saw them clearly, all of them in the streets And then the Pakistani, you know what they did to Bengalis? Giving them money, people became Razakar, you’ve heard of them, my uncle was one of them Basically, for everyone who knew Urdu, they became Razarkar And listen, for all the religious people in Bangladesh, 100% of these moulubi were supporting Pakistan! One woman saved my life, I NEVER would have lived without her She, giving me a change of clothes, hiding my belongings, she hid me up her attic Not upstairs, but in the attic, it’s what the houses have. There was a place to urinate and defecate, everything was there She said ‘when it’s free to leave, when the streets are clear, I’ll send you to good people’ There is one mistake I’ve made in my life, I didn’t seek out that woman again That woman, she was like a savior, she saved me The Bihari couldn’t even look at the Bengali Ever since then, between the Bihari and the Bengali, there was conflict, from within, you get it? Then Pakistan, when they attacked on March 1971, All the Bihari who used to live in Pakistan? What did they do? ALLLL of them joined Pakistan in the conflict But the Bangladeshi are at fault too … My dad used to be a railway worker Over there were many little stations, the Bihari used to work there as well One family … they were completely killed. The whole family … they made a pit … the Bengali did it So there’s the Bihari, the Bengali, and Pakistani, since then they all started fighting. The Bihari kill the Bengali The Bengali kill the Bihari What did you learn about war? Just a … how to …no … The little tooki takki .. dynamite we were given, the landmines On top of our heads *chuckle* we walked with mines And we all walked with dynamite, they were small and yellow What’s so special about then? Even now look at all the horrible things happening! Nothing has changed! Mothers kill their children, children kill their mothers People kill their own brothers In this world, there are very bad people, and very good people A kind woman saved me, but it was some of the Bengali that wanted me dead! Would you say after all this conflict, you’ve changed in any way, or are you like before? Well I did change, I couldn’t do schoolwork anymore, 3, no, 2 times I had to retake my exams The first intermediate exam, I could barely pass Once I got my degree, my mentality wasn’t the same Many days I suffered a lot, I could not adjust right All the scenes I saw, the dead people, they kept on flooding my eyes Those who go to war, see war, right? They are not like before? Impossible But with that, I was able to stay the same, because my mind is tender I did not kill anyone Because I could never have stomached it, knowing that I killed someone … I could never Nahhh, none of that bothers me now, it’s why it doesn’t even come to my mind, when it does it feels bad But I am quite brave *chorus of chuckling*

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