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Blasts that rocked her life forever

ROBIUL HASAN, Chapainawabganj
In a tiny hut in Swarupnagar Moholla in Chapainawabganj municipality, a 76-year old woman sits boiling a paste of wheat over a mud stove for her lunch.
That is all Saifura Bewa can manage these days from what she gets as charity from her neighbours. Occasionally her eldest daughter gives her a little money to supplement this.
The old woman has been mostly on this kind of food since her only son Robiul Islam Robi, a rickshaw puller, was killed in a bomb-blast on August 17, 2005 during the country-wide synchronised bomb attacks by Jama'atul Mujahideen Bangladesh (JMB).
Saifura was lucky yesterday though, some neighbour had given her a few pieces of vegetables and she was to have a second item on her menu; aubergines and arum boiled with a pinch of salt and turmeric powder to eat with the boiled wheat paste.
The feeble septuagenarian shed tears as she talked about her situation with The Daily Star.
"Why was my son killed?" she asks, “all the government has given me is Tk 2,000 three years ago, how am I to live on that amount forever?"
Saifura's life is a multitude of misfortunes. Her eldest son Shona died of illness ten years ago, followed by her husband Aftabuddin three years later. Robi remained her only means for survival.
She also has five other daughters of whom the youngest, Shaharbanu, is yet to be married. Shona's widow and children took up the tiny family hut and now Saifura is left to her own means.
"My Robi was taken away by the 'hujurs' in the name of establishing Islam," Saifura said between her sobs. But she claims that she doesn't worry about the future anymore, not even about her unmarried daughter.
"She will live like 1 do - a life of deprivation and poverty. Who is there to help us? She will learn to bear it like I have learnt to bear mine,” the frail woman says bitterly.
“There is nothing to look for-ward to," she murmurs.
Saifura's eldest daughter Lutfun says that she doesn't see any decrease in the extremists' activities. "I can only hope the government will someday be able to control them," she says.
Incidentally the other two men injured in the blast that claimed Robi's life also had the same name.
Robi Saha, a day labourer, had picked up an abandoned bag from the roadside and taken it to Robiul Islam. The two poor men had not been able to recognise the wired-device as a time bomb and thinking it was something expensive they could sell, kept it with them. Moments later it exploded in Robiul Islam's lap, costing his life.
A cobbler sitting nearby, Robi Ghosh, was also severely injured. Robi Saha lost his eyesight in the blast. His limp body still contains splinters from the blast and today he begs in the streets for a living.