I've seen people whine about having to take responsibility for their younger siblings; heard people rant about their old parents who aren't as active or understanding as before. And it's undeniable that taking responsibility for the smallest of things aren't really the best things unless it's for fun or something you might as well enjoy.
Kids, teens, or perhaps adults who're pretty much confident over their gifted strength probably, just maybe, daydream about scenarios they can easily overcome. Perhaps being a Superman and stopping a train with a single hand, or being able to attack someone who's an alarming warning to your safety and many more. They mostly depend on their lifestyles.
But could you actually imagine being the only hope of thousands and more people who await your call? Daydreams are a different world for imagination, such that hypes your blood just by vivid images. However, is it that easy to take up on a war with endless lives depending on your bravery and wise decisions? And this is one intriguing topic I want to look into.
Enter the Father of our nation, the Friend of Bengal, Sheikh Mujibur Rahman; the third son concerning an ordinary & jubilant family of his generously beloved parents, four sisters and two brothers. Likewise of his known history and grand deeds of contribution to our nation, he was born with the charms of a leader.
And one of the many examples of his governance was when he was still young and intentionally led a small protest against their school's clumsy principle. It became a gradual change in his personality; the heroic passion to take step in whatever stood as unjust.
Eventually, for this brave remark in thoughts, he had to go through times when justified behaviors had become an unwanted barrier towards his education. This was when after school his goal was to finish studying law in Dhaka University, but past accusations had to stop him.
As things went on, and his undying passion simply grew as from his father's slightest encouragement, Mujibur had actively began participating in meetings and leagues, and eventually became a curious member for groups of different purposes, at different time periods, with different missions. Let's say it all began from the All India Muslim Students Federation.
Then in later 1943, he joined the Bengal Muslim League. His keen interests of in investigating the cause behind the separate Muslim state in Pakistan, gained him the position of general secretary in the Islamia College Students Union. He was soon seen and acknowledged as the most powerful man in the party. After succeeding in getting a BA degree, he became a devoted worker among the Muslim politicians under Huseyn Shaheed Suhrawardy.
After the so called partition of India, Mujib enrolled to study law in Dhaka University (at East Pakistan) and despite being a student still looking for his hazy goal, he found the way to clear the mists faster than expected. He marked and founded the East Pakistan Muslim Students' League.
Of course this burning passion wasn't going numb for any dumb reasons for him, and thus, he took step with each declaration from parties to parties, meetings to meetings and announcements. And this led to his protests after Muhammad Ali Jinnah's declaration of adopting Urdu, as East Pakistan's state language. March 2nd was when the meeting against the Muslim League in Dhaka University was held; it consisted of leaders and vital members from groups to groups.
The strike was celebrated on 11th March, 1948; and during the strike (which was, too, discussed in the meeting) other political activists as well as Mujib were arrested. But let's not forget the core of political strength that time. Under the overwhelming pressure of students and republicans, they were released on 17th of March. And their return was celebrated by a rally organized by the National Language Action Committee. It marched from Dhaka University and it was then when Mujib announced the nationwide student strike. And despite of this misshapen in agreements, Mujib didn't hesitate to bring the unjust facts into the right points.
Like in the past, Mujib arranged yet another protest aiming to the rights of the fourth class employees. After this rally in 19th March, he was, again, arrested on 11th September. But that was on 1948 and he was finally released. Likewise, his fight for the lower ranks' rights to be heard and applied caused him much chaos in life. From arrests to blames of going against rules of each party. But he wasn't one to give up simply. It was a time when the people needed a leader brave enough to hold their despair and show them the light in being alive. He was stubborn enough to cause the officials to let him free from jail; his fast was effective until the 13th day and he was released.
Eventually, the violations of rules led him to leave the Muslim League and join other officials (siding with him) to form 'the' Awami Muslim League. In 1956, Mujib entered a second coalition government as minister of industries, commerce, labor, anti-corruption and village aid. He resigned in 1957 to work full-time for the party organization. Thus this league gave each position varying their capabilities and interest and levels of professions. Eventually Mujib focused on expanding grassroots and organizing.
Out came the Agartala conspirency, causing havoc over East Pakistan with their sudents and republicans fighting to address their low ranks' problems. Apparently the protests got out of hand, and Mujib had to be released with all charges dropping on 22nd February, 1969. After so, he returned as the Public Hero, gaining the title of 'The Friend Of Bengal.' Thus, Mujib never failed to obtain what his people deserved. A nation of their own, announcing East Pakistan, as Bangladesh.
But that wasn't a good announcement for the opposing team, of course. He didn't gain a name for nothing; his efforts, struggles and bravery weren't for nothing as well. While there were threats, uncalled blasts across East Pak, Mujib saw no other way but to encourage his men to give more blood for their independence. And even if it sounds absurd, it wasn't the first time people charged under one's faith and encouragement; and his men did. They charged with his words, they fought and their crimson gifts made this nation what it is right now.
But his reign didn't last long. Mujib, both the president and once the prime minister, joined their battles against the merciless faults; but in a whole different field. It was no field empty of greenery, no cell guarded by walls or bars; it was where you may call home, it was when you expect all worldly conflicts to stop just a few hours when you may take time to rest. Betrayed and left to be grieved over, a group of junior army officers invaded the residence, leaving none alive but the two daughters who were, fortunately, away at the night. No servants, not children, no mercy.
And that was how Bangla grew from scratch to a definite nation; under one's tight grip, hope and tongue. Sheikh Mujib has, undoubtedly, done way more than what I'm comprehended here. But it's given, that his name shall always be there to remind us how it all came to this; how he still remains at the center of every Bangali to exist. He isn't one to remember, and left an inspiration for anyone who sees the injustice of being mistreated. Time will go on, Bangladesh may grow; but his name shan't be ever erased, or so, forgotten.
The writer is a student of class seven, Dhanmondi Tutorial
-----Nawfa Nanziba Omama
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