Children of War Page #6

planned all of this!

You thought you will scare us

into submission,

but the methods

you chose to use,

forced a journalist like me

to pick up arms!

You will surely be punished

for your crimes.

Nothing will happen.

The whole world will stop you.

You cannot punish

every soldier for the orders

given by a superior officer!

A soldier only follows orders.

Hitler's soldiers also

tried to

hide behind the same plea.

But even today,

they are being condemned!

Hitler did not have

the support of

the American Government.

Come out of your dream world.

Let's say,

your Bangladesh

comes to existence,

then?

What will you gain?

In a few years,

your own leaders

will fight each other

for dominion.

In the race for power there

will be lobbying, politics,

bribery, corruption

will you be able to stop it?

Even if you catch

the small fish, so what?

What about

the real crocodiles?

That are hiding amongst you.

How will you find them?

What about

our Al Badr and Razakars?

They will continue to do

what they are doing today.

The bribery and the corruption

that you are talking about,

exists in every country

in some form or the other.

But we will make sure

to uproot the very seed

of moral corruption

that you tried to sow here.

For the last time,

tell me where Fida is!

Forget about her.

Don't you remember

two held her hands

and two held her thighs.

How she cried,

how she screamed.

But she was good

and many more after me...

Malik was right.

Even today,

forty-two years after

our independence,

we are not free.

Even today,

disguised amongst us

in flesh and blood,

the evil roams free.

Even today,

we live in hell.

And the gatekeepers

of this hell

are the same razakaars

that stole our paradise

from us forty-two years ago.

Chandipur, Jessore, Chittagong

have been liberated.

Tomorrow night at 9 o'clock,

One contingent

of the MuktiBahini

will attack the cantonment

from the front.

We will attack them

from behind.

What happens next,

will be decided there itself.

Your tea is getting cold.

I don't feel like it.

Are you still with us?

Or did your war end

this morning?

What do you think?

Amir, I understand

what you are going through.

This is the last push.

The last fight.

Once we have won,

we will all look

for your Fida.

We will surely find her.

The Bangladesh of tomorrow

will not wield weapons,

but a pen.

That will be

our real Bangladesh!

Then, let's go.

Dark clouds

are getting ready

to adorn the horizon.

Heart in hand,

steer your boat with

utter care,

o boatman...

so the boat sink not,

in trying to reach the bank.

The river bank

could not be reached.

Dark clouds

are getting ready to

adorn the horizon.

In the city of Dhaka

at the Rangbazaar,

where buying and selling of

colours takes place,

we are the financiers of

Madangunj today.

Tie not the boat

on those banks

we couldn't reach

the river banks.

Dark clouds

are getting ready to

adorn the horizon.

- O Radharaman.

- Sister, let's go.

- I went to the river,

- Sister.

thinking I would

cross the river today.

I had made up my mind.

But my day went past.

I couldn't find

- the other shore.

- Joi Bangla!

- Joi Bangla!

- Joi Bangla!

- Joi Bangla!

- Joi Bangla!

O Radharaman.

I went to the river,

thinking I would

cross the river today.

I had made up my mind.

But my day went past.

I couldn't find

the other shore.

Dark clouds

are getting ready to

adorn the horizon.

Dark clouds

are getting ready to

adorn the horizon.

Stop!

Dark clouds

Stop!

Are getting ready to

adorn the horizon.

Dark clouds

are getting ready to

adorn the horizon.

Abu, he's looking at me!

Dark clouds

Joi Bangla!

Run!

Didi!

Its not about an eye

for an eye.

It's also not just

about revenge.

This is about justice.

The society, which does not

punish the guilty,

suffers the death

of innocence.

Till the murderer is not

punished for his misdeeds

every nook and corner of

humanity will suffer.

I'm sorry,

but this is also not just

about murder.

This is about brutality,

This is about conspiracy,

betrayal and treachery

with the country!

These people have trampled

over the very concept of

motherhood.

These people have stolen

the dreams of the innocent.

They have divided us

by language.

They have even divided

our Allah,

into their god and our god.

Why should we not punish them?

Till the time

we don't punish them,

we will not be free.

Malik might have been right

in his belief...

but now,

it is time to prove him wrong.

H e had said that

their blood would flow

through this generation's

veins,

but he was wrong.

I...

I am a Birangona's grandson

but their stale blood

does not flow

through my veins.

My blood is as red as it gets

for Bangladesh...

and my Bangladeshi blood

is screaming out for justice.

It wants

unconditional freedom.

The kind of freedom.

I have seen

in my grandfather's eyes.

And today I repeat to you

what he taught me,

I am first a Bangladeshi,

then a Bengali

and then a Muslim.

- Joi Bangla!

- Joi Bangla!

- Joi Bangla!

- Joi Bangla!

- Joi Bangla!

- Joi Bangla!

- Joi Bangla!

- Joi Bangla!

- Joi Bangla!

- Joi Bangla!

- Joi Bangla!

- Joi Bangla!

- Joi Bangla!

- Joi Bangla!

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