Every year on this day Shomi remains in a very distracted mood. She and her mother go to Mirpur Intellectual Cemetery with a bunch of flowers in the morning just before sunrise and stand there in silence for a while. Her Mom doesn't talk to anyone else on this day, she stays at home all day. She has seen this for the last nineteen years. She has no blood relationship with these two people, yet her life is surrounded with them with good and bad because she has no one else in the world.
Shomi is now 23 years old. On the second day of her birth she was left in the street next to a dustbin by her parents. Later she was adopted by a woman. The woman of that day is her mother today. Shomi has not even thought once in her 23 years of life that she is an adopted daughter. This much love and affection she might not have been received by her own parents. This woman is also alone in the world like her. As a result, she is her only recourse.
At school and even in college, everywhere Shomi saw her name written in his father's place, but she didn’t see him once, only tried to comprehend his father by looking at the pictures from the photo album. In those days the teachers used to wear heavy glasses in their eyes and his father was also the same. He used to teach at Dhaka University. She heard all these past events from her mother. Listening to these stories, she made a special place in her mind for his father which is perhaps stronger than the man who is alive.
A country called Bangladesh has not been established yet, the country was going through a turbulent time, almost nine months of bloody war was coming to an end. Due to the joint attack of Bangladesh and India, the Pakistani forces have already realized that their defeat in this war is certain. Then they carried out the worst bloodbath in history and that is the intellectual massacre. When they saw that it was no longer possible to win the war, they took the best offspring of this nation and started killing them. This was a blueprint to cripple a nation in wisdom and prosperity. On that day, no one was left out starting from doctors, engineers , journalists, teachers and many more. This was one of the most heinous massacres in the history of the world.
The Bangali nation lost these intellectuals and became a nescient country that day. If the nation had not lost the best children of the country at that time, then today the country could have reached the peak of much more development. On this day, we remember the best youngsters of the country with utmost respect. This is the country today in return for their sacrifices. So we will never forget their sacrifice to this country.
