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Moments of shock

Emran Hossain
While many were still finding it hard to accept, scores of people were wailing and waiting at Nawab Katra Primary School gate the whole day yesterday to see their dear ones lost in Nimtoli blaze Thursday.
The bodies of the victims were kept in the two-storied school building.
They wait in the pouring rain and ankle-deep water with intolerable grief.
They lost their fathers, mothers, brothers, sisters, inlaws and relatives all at once in Thursday's fire at Nimtoli, Old Dhaka.
“We are completely ruined. We have nothing left," wailed Kakoli, who lost twelve of her family members including her mother, brother, two uncles, aunt, three brothers-in-law, a sister-in-law and a niece. Her father passed away long ago. Now she is so much in shock that she cannot even remember who she lost in the Nimtoli fire.
"Had the rain poured last night, it could douse the fire,” sighed Raj, relative of a victim, as he watched Kakoli pass. He was standing by the bodies of his elder brother Taj and his uncle.
Raj had also lost his two paternal uncles, two aunts and two sisters-in-law. After all the effort he made in finding his relatives' bodies, he lost the ability to cry.
"My brother tried to get out braking the grills of a window of his shop. But he died before he could make the escape," said Raj with his silent tearless cry. He said Taj managed to break eight of a total of 15 iron rods of the window.
Taj used to run a decorator shop and it was near the building from where the fire broke out.
Raj's sister is admitted in Dhaka Medical College Hospital with severe burn injuries.
"The list of casualty will not end with this burial," said Raj while he and his other relative were putting the bodies of their relatives on a pick-up van for Azimpur graveyard. He started sobbing as these words came out.
Just beside the pick-up van, another anxious relative of a victim Nargis was pushing her way through the crowd towards DMCH. She lost her seven-year-old son Shrabon and her husband sustained serious burn injuries.
Unlike others, Nargis was trying hard to contain her grief. Silently in tears she had to walk fast along with her mother-in-law.
In the morgue, there lie seven unidentified bodies.
These bodies were burnt beyond recognition.
Probably, that's why Ghulam Hossain was running madly holding a photograph of his mother whom he could not find.
"This is my mother. This lady in white Sari," Ghulam was saying as he showed the photograph to the reporters. He lost his mother, brother, sister and two nephews. He, however, found the bodies of his nephews.
The words of consolation fall way short to these bereaved families. The only consolation was there when two members of separate victim families had eye contact between themselves. They sobbed intermittently looking at each other's faces.