Sadequr Rahman

Writings of Fate Are Irreversible: Memoir: from British India to Bangladesh Sadequr Rahman

At one stage my student, the brother of the ill fated young boy, rushed to me trembling like a slaughtered poultry bird and told me, his brother was being killed by the Pakistan army in the river side in the east of the college ground. I rushed out and saw some of my colleagues watching some army surrounding a razaker holding a rifle in his hands aiming at the boy. I started to run to the spot, but the other professors stopped me and said, "Why do you go there? We think he is being frightened only to obtain some deposition; otherwise, they would have shot him dead by now. Moreover, your appearance there may cause greater danger both for you and for him" I accepted their assumption to be correct. But within seconds a soldier snatched away the rifle in his hands and fired two or three shoots within a twinkling of the eye.