I lived with my family in Calcutta Dhaka with my husband, my son, Sohail, and my daughter, Maya. One day, I experienced one of the most horrible things in my life, I lost my husband. He suddenly had a heart attack and died, but I visit his grave almost everyday. After that I continued going through a lot of sadness. Iqbals brother, Faiz, decided to take our children since he knew that I wouldn’t be able to take care of them. And during the day in the court, the judge asked me if I was able to take care of them, and I said nothing, I hesitated to answer because I knew that I probably couldn’t take care of them. But I valued my children a lot and I knew that I still wanted my children.
Finally, after a year, I got my children back. But the reason I was able to was horrible, I stole from a blind man. This showed how much I want my children to be with me all the time.
“And I told him everything, about the day I became a thief…”
Then, suddenly things just went by, my children became older, but then, West Pakistan decided to take over East Pakistan , Bangladesh W. Pakistan , along with his friends and be a guerilla, what they call the people in the resistance. I refused to let him go, but I allowed him anyways.
“I cannot stop him. Perhaps if you were here, you would have done it. But I cannot.”
This lead to many more events, such as allowing Sohails group to stay for hide out, helping the leader of the resistance, the Major, when he was badly hurt, and ending up falling in love with him. Maya also decided to help by writing the events on the newspaper in Calcutta which also helped me because I had to hide from the W. Pakistan soldiers since I helped the resistance group. I mostly allowed them to do what they wanted because I wanted them to be happy even though I also want them to be safe.
After the war was almost over, I returned with Maya and Sohail to our home, Shona in Dhaka . One day I heard a thunder like noise outside and knew that Sohail, and his group did it, they bombed an area successfully. Even though I was so happy and even met up with the Major after such a long time, the soldiers came to our home, wanting to arrest Sohail, but in the end the Major suddenly out of nowhere sacrificed himself, pretending to be Sohail, just for me.
Now, after such a long time, this war will end, and I will continue protecting my children.
“God bless you.”
Sohail Haque
I grew up happily in East Pakistan with my family. But suddenly my father had a heart attack and me and my younger sister, Maya, had to move with our uncle and aunt to West Pakistan in Lahore
“Sohail was insisting it didn’t matter whether they were a part of Pakistan
Eventually, after a year, we got back with our mom and things were normal again. Then again, a horrible thing happened, during a baseball game outside everyone started running out and finally we heard that the elections were cancelled and so was our independence. My friend said something about how a Bengali can’t run Pakistan
“Our mission is to disrupt the normal functioning of the city.”
After a while I decided to ask my mom to let us use Shona, the other house in the garden, for hide out. We hid weapons there and started planning what to do. Unfortunately during an operation where I had to start the bomb, I just froze. I made the Major, the leader, start it and he ended up getting badly injured. I regretted that day but I just couldn’t move. Me and my friends even threatened a student-doctor to help the Major. But my mom also ended up taking care of him.
Other members of the resistance group died but we had to continue fighting for our independence. I wasn’t just trying to protect my country but the one I loved, Silvi, my childhood friend. I asked my mom to ask my uncle to get Silvis husband out of Pakistan
“Ammi, I’m sorry I had to see her.”
But at least now the war is almost over, and India
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