Chaitra month sun on top of the head The sun is full of khan khan kaneda. Random wind blowing in the air is blowing sand. Padma on the right. As far as the eyes go through the stream of water, Balu and Balu
A white man is going ahead with a bicycle to paddle with tired feet on the banks of the river. She used to wear shorts, gags on her head, cap on her head. A travel bag hanging over the back. His red color turned into copper on the heat of the sun. The sweat has got wet
He is going ahead to the bottom of the Padma. Dry season Water is very low in the river. The white gentleman can estimate the magnitude of the river after seeing the extensive shelf. He has heard about these three rivers of Padma, Meghna, and Jamuna-Bengal.
White flag is going to ignore the fierce flutter of the flaming fire. I do not know when he can reach his goal. Moving forward on a large population. There is no sign of public anywhere. In that country, thousands of people in the capital city were killed in mortar and machine guns, armed soldiers in the country's rural areas, people are being shot in the words, girls are being taken into the army camp, arbitrary rap, torture, on the streets of the country. Despite the fact that people are not expected to have normal movement, he can not be surprised by the uneasiness of this populated area. .
Tired white gentleman in long path, lay on a river under a big tree and lying in the river, lying on the ground. On the top of the head there is a gentle breeze in the bot leaf, and the sound of the sound that is in it, gives birth to an unconscious idea. The body is adding to the gentle air, but the thirst is breaking into the book. With the bottle of water brought back to the bottle. The houses around are not even visible. There was a little watering for water. In the shade of the banyan tree, it is clear that lying near a tree, a turtle dub is spreading. His thirst became stronger. The eyes shut and lie silently. Take out the bag of lemon extracted from the bag. Thirst is not met, the tip of the jib is filled with sweets, the book becomes dry.
Skip to the bicycle, ignoring thirst and fatigue. Where is the time to waste his time. And how far is that amritagram? Where will find his best Exclusive? After reaching a distance, a tube well was visible. Quick brake. Swiftly pressed the handle of the tubewell. No, the water is not getting dry-dried. Frustrated and bicycle again.
After walking a bit, he saw the road going through the lane to the locality. When there are people, people can also be found, if there are people, there will be no shortage of water - assuring that the white gentleman Do not want to walk on foot
A shopkeeper hanging down in a small grocery store in a haft of a shock under a shampoo. He stopped the bike and sat down on the bench made of bamboo slit in front of the shop. His body is being overcome.
Suddenly, when the shopkeeper's nostalgia was cut, suddenly a sarab was sitting in front of his shop. Heard the story of the people, did not see them. The shopkeeper was shocked to see him in front of the eyes. Dabbede looked at him in the eye.
The thirsty white gentleman showed the finger on the finger of the shop owner. After understanding that he wants to drink water, the small shopkeeper quickly ran the shop. The red glass of iron, which washed well, gives water to Sahib, with two biscuits; Because the guest does not just have to pay water.
The water is very sweet and cold. Return the biscuits. Relax. Thank you very much, for a long time, you can not understand his words. He looked at the shopkeeper sweetly and all of the bliss of the courtesy took place in the eyes of Mr. Sitting on the bench fell asleep. Spare rarely cottage cheese. Give a shop too. The cucumber sparkle is very much like the shopkeeper.He is lying on his face. Cuckoo sitting in the shadow of the dense amar leaves above the shade. Calling away somewhere - Guugu Guigu, your son's chest, Thu Gangu He thinks that any dream has entered. The eyes closed and closed.
A little later, they rushed out. Fill an instant water bottle and cycle again. Stand out from a bamboo bridge on the road. Do not worry, how can you cross the bike. A young man from the village was passing by. Seeing the situation of Mr. Sahib came forward. Bicycle on the shoulder and handed him over to the other side undisturbed. White man went out to pick out the dollar from the pocket and gave the young man a white gentleman. The young face of the young man was exposed with unpleasant smiles. He returned the dollar and said, 'Far Sahib, I will not be able to survive. But the batchatura people who do not go to this bicycle? 'Sahib does not understand anything. He shouted with the young man, yes yes yes
To cross the ferry was the whole five. I did not own the dollar, I did not. What is this different country? Cash back in hand? Work for the next, but do not take the fee. The hospitality of these simple people impressed him. He was impressed. Forgot the fatigue of the way. Many people have visited, a remote area has passed - such good people rarely seen.
Once he felt that if he knew what country he came from, would these people hate him? The world knows about the world, the United States government is working against the liberation war of Bengalis. Pakistani forces are killing Bengali people with the weapons they supply. ... He started padding fast on the bicycle.
It's afternoon, it's called afternoon. One or two people are seen in the village streets. They are surprised to notice that a white leather man is crossing the road by bicycle. The question is in their mind, where is this guy During this great event, did the man travel to the country? Or is there any wish? Who knows?
When he reached Sutrali village, then evening One stopped the bike on the ground.
If the people's guidance is correct then this village is Suhalari. But who will ask? Put the bag off the shoulder and put it on the ground, then fell asleep and fell down.
Ah, what a lot of fatigue? Sleep is in the eye There are four sides. A glimpse of the light away There is no sky, moon or stars on top of the head, only black black clouds are flowing ...
'I have been in the country for seven days. In the meantime, my notebook page has been filled. After the roll rolls finished the photo. Rarely all exclusives!
A rickshawer's clothes are being opened by the streets of Dhaka, they are not Hindus or Muslims. Who is testing? I got tears and laugh together. Those who are testing themselves are Muslims. Muslim is killing another Muslim, raping girls, torturing, burning houses, looting, looting
'Armed soldier is taking the child away from his mother's lap, the mother is being dragged into a car. Dawood has burned the village after the village. Dancing on the side of the road is the scent, and the trunk of the carcass is pulling the sharp ?? Lip
'The body of the young girl who was flowing through the canal, her dead child on the chest, her mother's breast still remained in her mouth. Not imagined images, seen in your own eyes.
'I have to cover the many countries' war, riots, disasters, accidents, epidemics. I have never seen such barbarity and atrocities. Where can I find this cruelty, this animal, the language of this massacre? What is the story of killing, rap, torture, arson and the heroic events that I have seen in it? News scoop?
'What will I call the tendency for the people of this country to have born in my mind? Anyway, she is not bound to the boundaries of journalism. '
He thought he was asleep under the open sky. Sweat breaks. There are 10-12 people standing around him. Yes, he is seeing him. Has come to dark. No face is seen. Sutrali High School graduate teacher Mainuddin BSC was passing by the time with four battery torches. After seeing the crowd stood still. Curiosity was seen in white by her. The crowd went near the push. In poor English, he asked, "I am surprised to know what happened here. Where will you go? 'The white gentleman was very happy with the knowledge of English. He said, 'he is a brother of many things. Before this, tell the name of this village as Sutrali?
'Beatient.'
I'm glad to hear it. I will go to the chairman's house here - Abdur Rahman Chairman. It is astonishing that the BSC - this gentleman saw the base of the freedom fighters. He looked at an embarrassed gentleman in suspicion. He used to go to jail for questioning.
'What country are you? What is the need of the chairman's house?
'My home is in New York City. That's the US. What I need to do there, I can not say at this time. When I take it there, I will tell everything. "Mainuddin thought, this is not a straight man, white. Being serious, he said, 'OK, let's take you.'
A man coming out from the chair house of Mainuddin, from the chairman's house, came out and shouted, 'What are you calling?'
'I am Mainuddin BSC. Let the foreign people, sir, give them peace. "The sepia sepai kutkut saw him in the eyes and then murmured, 'Kantan Thika Kare Aar Dera brought Master Sab. Billi Sahib thinks Aay I have to arrange for the first time, I give a message to the hash sir. '
'Tho your arrows, news about Harahari Sir. Rita is mala. '
Two freedom fighters came out. They say, 'What do you need here?' They said that they put their shoulders rifle down.
'My name is Dan Cogins. New York Times special correspondent. Captain Halim Chowdhury, captain of Liberation War of 22 Thana, wants to meet him. "Cogins showed his identity card. The thunder in the head of the freedom fighters hearing about him Despite the efforts of the Pakistani army, he could not get out of his tie, and if he had crossed the thirteen river of seven Samududur, he was standing at the door of his base and asked permission to meet him. It is very surprising.
Before they could overcome their surprise, they said, "We will arrest you before, after that the other words. What did you get this address? '
The cugins smiled. He said, 'It is no objection, but report it to Captain as soon as possible. I have come here with great difficulty. '
Captain himself came out after all. Tired of the face, long chalidari punjabi wearing, the cap on the head. Cigarette was often tense.
Wondering to see him, Dan Caginasera This is the Maulana or captain of the freedom fighters of 22 Thana. Absolutely incredible thing. He thought that if this person is a Captain, he is the best Exclusive Maulana Leeds Freedom Fighters ... on his journey. Some of that laughter was transmitted to his face.
Both of them looked at each other for a while, and wanted to read each other's hearts, and wanted to understand. Only a little time, then two of them extended their hands. Captain Cognins embraced the chest. He felt that the book was not merely a professional journalist who came here to cover the assignment from the far-distant US. For this country and people of this country, there may be some love in the chest too.
The smiling smiling Captain said, "Mr. Cogins, there is no other word anymore. You get tired Wash your face and relax. I see your dinner arrangement. '
At around 10pm, polonos and cauliflower cooked chicken dinners have dinner with cognac. At the end of the meal, a few young dubs were cut off. They began to laugh at the utmost satisfaction. Lying in bed, he used to make a cigar. All the windows in the house are open. There is a cold breeze coming from the jungle. After a little jumble of rain Cigins have fallen asleep in tin roofs listening to rain.
The next morning, in the morning, the Captain flew into the capital. This area is just 50 kilometers away from the district headquarters. Pramita Padma is guarded like a silent guard, this area is guarded. If you enter this area, there is no way except for passing the Padma. The whole area is safe if the enemy can stop the enemy's speed at the edge of the river.
Cogins is astonished at all. All civilians are fighting in general. No student, no worker or farmer The number of students is more than that. There are some common soldiers and officers who came out of the Pakistani army, paramilitia and police. They basically do the job of trainer. The cugins saw that almost everyone used to wear lungi, semi-dirty clothes on the neck. There is no formal dress. Taking part in training in the lungi, participating in the PT parade. Modern arms do not have too much of them. Some of the old periods, three no-three, SLR and SMG, and some Chinese rifles were taken away from the Pakistanis. There is no special diet for them. They do not get the food, fish, meat, eggs or these expensive foods. Like the common people of the village, pulse-rice and vegetables are they. The villagers made arrangements for their food.
Cogins has talked about a lot with Captain Long formal interview took. Hundreds of photos taken. Talking to the captain, Mr. Captain, you will be happy to hear that many people in America are aware of this war about you. Many of them are on your side, collecting money to send you. Meeting with you in the support-gathering Placing statements on paper. The singers sing songs for you. Its price is also not very low. If my reports are published, then we expect more public support for you. '
Captain said, "Thank you very much for the freedom fighters and the people of this country, for our liberation war and the sincerity you expressed for our country. There is nothing to give Huda's love in exchange for your hard work. '
The next day, with a broken bicycle, Dan Cogins came out on the way. At the moment, his eyes started fluttering. Emotional voice said to Captain, 'I personally loved the people of Bengal. My life will always cry for you. You will always be worried about you. Mr. Captain, one thing I say-a broken rifle at Eveven You Got Half, Kip The Revolution Alive Inside. Your Independence Is Assured. '
