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Burnt by Hartal Pickets

2 more victims die

Shattered family realises it's easy to kill people in the name of politics

Zyma Islam and Mirza Shakil
Within just six days, all is lost for Sanchita, whose life would never be the same again.
Minus the thick vermillion used to redden the parting of her hair, she seemed to have aged beyond the 25 years of her life.
Her husband Mantu Chandra Paul, 32, was one of the two more arson victims, who succumbed to their wounds at the burn unit of Dhaka Medical College Hospital in the last two days.
Goldsmith Mantu, with 90 percent burns, and CNG-run three-wheeler driver Asad Gazi, 40, with 35 percent burn injury, died on Friday and Saturday.
With the two, the number of deaths from arson attacks before and during recent hartals has crept up to six in about 14 days.
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Mantu arrived at the hospital on November 10 after picketers had set alight a human hauler he was travelling by in the capital's Laxmibazar, while Asad's vehicle was attacked by pickets in Savar on Novembers.
Family members and friends of Mantu burst out in anger over the current political unrest.
"We don't want to see who were sued for the crime. We want to see the faces of the people involved in the arson. We want to see which party they belong to...who their parents are," said Mantu's childhood friend Dalim Moni Das.
"People die whenever
there are elections in the country. These are all common people uninvolved in politics," he added.
(Tying out in distress, Mantu's septuagenarian mother questioned, "What's the use of having elections when they [political parties] take away our children?"
Ever since she had heard the news, she had been waiting at her village home in Tangail to see her son for one last time.
After having a glimpse at Mantu's body, she wailed, "What kind of face is this? I can't tolerate the pain of seeing him like this. Throw me in his funeral pyre to burn to death as well."
Victim's brother-in-law
Pradip cried out in fury, "If ministers need treatment, they go abroad for advanced medication. Why did no one do the same for Mantu? He was improving, but died of sudden suffocation."
No one tries to attack politicians and ministers, because they know the repercussions that could be. But it is easy to get away with killing some common people, Pradip told The Daily Star.
"Sanchita had been married for around six years. She doesn't have any children.... She had one two years into her marriage, but the baby lived for only three days. What can she look forward to in life now?" said Poppy, Sanchita's cousin.
Her family members were already wondering whether Sanchita's in-laws would agree to take care of the widow.
On Friday, Sanchita lay sprawled on the pavement outside the Dhaka Medical College morgue. She was wearing the same clothes she had been wearing three days back.
She once told this newspaper that her husband could not bear it if she left his bedside at the intensive care unit even for a moment. "I will change when I finally get a chance to go home."
Little did she imagine that when she finally would get the chance, she would have to change her bright colourful sari for a widow's