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Home they brought her warrior dead

Mamun Rashid
SHE can't weep, she can’t talk --devastated by the tragic death of her beloved husband who was respected for the love for his motherland, the strength of his personality and his kindness towards others. Lieutenant Colonel Enshad Ibn Amin, the gentle but fearless military officer, was supposed to retire on March 2. His birthday was on March 3, but he accepted martyrdom just about a week earlier.
Like many other officers killed on February 25, Enshad was a symbol of a true patriotic soul who always wanted to sacrifice his life for the country and accept the greatness of martyrdom.
His children were crying while describing their forever-lost yet ever-beloved father. He used to enquire about the well being of his driver, batman, and even wanted to know if they had taken their meals before taking his own. Such was the kindness of this humble, down to earth, gentleman. Therefore, nobody ever imagined that he would be killed by any of his colleagues or jawans who were commanded by him.
The coward attack on the defenceless army officers, the killings on the top brass officers who were the strategists of Bangladesh Rifles, essentially repeats the cold-blooded murders of intellectuals in December 1971 with an objective to intellectually cripple down the country, if not, the most disciplined and chain of com-
mand' driven folks.
Did that really happen? No. Bangladeshis went ahead with the might of their spirit and the strength of their determination. The same will happen in the Bangladesh Army and Bangladesh Rifles. Young patriotic officers will come up to fill in the gaps with utmost determination, to protect the country from being destabi-lised.
We know that the lives of the martyrs’ families will go on. We all know that time is the best healer. The family members of each martyr will come out of the grief of losing their husband, father, son, brother, uncle and friend. Children of martyrs will grow up and be enlightened by the spirit of the Liberation War and commit to the progress of Bangladesh, beholding their father's depiction in their daily lives.
But we, as a nation, will never be able to make up for the loss of these families. No one can ever replace the loss of a father. A child's soul will always crave for
his love. When the entire city will sleep, while the stars will twinkle in the dark cobalt blue sky, these children will look for their fathers in those stars. And why not?Their fathers were the living stars on earth.
The wives, who lost their husbands, are in a state of shock. Who knows?These women may repent throughout their entire lives, because they are now facing the challenges of becoming the father of their children too.
There were some women who were just recently married. With the passage of time, these young widows may get solace by starting a new life with new men in new environments. But will they be able to forget the cruelty and the brutality life offered to them at their very young age? The hard truth is that each man is unique and each man has his own colour and hence it is always difficult to forget.
I visited Lt. Colonel Enshad's kids, so I met the two sons of Colonel Mujib.
I offered fateha at the banani graveyard of all armed forced officials killed in BDR Mutiny. I have seen their wives, sons and daughters too, in the graveyard, crying and praying for their loved one's salvation. We need to take care of the upbringing of these children, these wives and support these families so that they can bear the pain and anguish, and stand up to exceed even greater heights that their fathers or husbands achieved.
The door of shahadatis open for those who are determined to sacrifice their lives to protect the country, its people and are killed without any defence. They were all heroes who were made martyrs, and they remain heroes in the hearts of the nation.
Let's work as one family like we have never worked before, and join together to let these families survive the great loss. We will never forget you martyrs.
I have borrowed the title of this article from a poem written by the great English
poet Alfred Lord Tennyson. In the poem he literates: "Then they praised him, soft and low / Called him worthy to be loved / Truest friend and noblest foe / Yet she neither spoke nor moved."
To let the motherland get rid of her shock effect, to let her move, we need to respect the true spirit of liberation, respect her heroes, implement their dreams, and punish those who betrayed her, belittled the spirit of liberation and killed her heroes, tortured her, and deserted her in her time of utmost need.
We hope and pray that a true enquiry will bring up the real culprits, who not only killed our valiant soldiers, but also wanted to destabilise the country and add slurs on our history and future. Besides, Almighty Allah will take care of the innocent souls, who were killed while on duty, and punish the evils who killed them without allowing them to fightback.
Mamun Rashid is a banker and economic analyst E-mail: mamun1960@gmail.com