The Mujibnama: Book 2

The Mujibnama An Epic on Sheikh Mujib, the Father of Nation by Sayeed Abubakar Translation in English: Sayeed Abubakar Book 2 Having a bright smile on face, he returned With a heart swollen with self-confidence To his home named ‘Number Thirty Two'. His Daughter, as if a golden lotus of Heaven bloomed just, found out her palace of Affection on his broad bosom. Saying ‘Hasu', he fondled her keeping his hand Wet with tenderness on her forehead. He Sighed and started speaking: "O my daughter, I know your ever busy father roams Here and there leaving you at home or he Passes his time into the darkest cell Of prison; you all look expectantly For his return which way the swallows Look expectantly for rain-water. I Return to you just to flee away from You again. I remain indifferent to What you eat, what you wear and how you pass Your days and nights. Really, to be a Daughter of a leader is a matter Of sorrow, o my babe, I know, I feel." His daughter replied in sweet voice: "You are the friend to Bengal; the people Of Bengal love you more than their lives; our Happiness lies in it. Don't get worried Thinking for us." Fazilatunnesa, The mother to Bengal, came with slow steps Towards them. She entered into the talk Between father and daughter: "We have set You free like a bird of forests. That's why, You have become Bangabandhu now in Bengal. Do not forget it ever." In Reply, said Bangabandhu: "Yes, you have Set me free; that's why, I wander on the Streets of Bengal to find out the looted Liberty of the people of Bengal." "Talk to mom, Dad. I will just go and come Back with a glass of milk for you." Saying It, his Sun like daughter ran away, as If a storm. The leader of seven crore Bengalis stared at that storm with pleasant Eyes for a moment and then turned his eyes To his better half: "Listen, O Hasu's Mother, they won't be able to subdue Us any more. The people of Bengal Have risen up. All have realized in The long run, they are not our brothers; they Are our enemies, our killers. How long We will tolerate their torture! Bleeding Souls of the brilliant teacher martyr Shamsuzzoha and Sergeant Jahurul Haq don't let me sleep; how compassionately They stare at my face and calling me, say, ‘O Mujib, don't let this blood go in vain." I cannot let the blood of martyrs go In vain at all in this Bengal. Listen, We will defeat them in the battle of Imminent election of East Pakistan. This time my Bengalis will not mistake." Mrs. Mujib, the Mother to Bengal, Sighed, saying, "May God accept it. But there In a gathering of his supporters Maolana Bhashani declared that he Won't fight in the field of election; his First demand is food, then election. I Can't realize politics any way. It's difficult to realize when who Throws stone at which beehive." "Don't get worried, Renu. Time will say who is wrong and who Is right. They wanted to entrap me by Filing a false case named ‘Agartala Conspiracy' against me. Questions were Raised against my ‘Six Points'. And I was called Traitor. Tell me, Renu, who has ever loved this Bengal more than me, more than Sheikh Mujib? I recognize every inch Of Bengal; almost all the faces of Bengal's men and women are known to me; Mujib can't treason against his soil and People. If God smiles on us, I will make This country golden Bengal you will see." "I have desired it throughout my whole life. Never I wished that your milk-white image Get stained with a little black spot. You are The leader of seven crore Bengalis, So dear to them; this love can be purchased On earth by no money or wealth. I wish This identity of you lasted in Bengal for ever. For Agartala Conspiracy Case, that time you were in Prison. Thirty five persons were accused. Trial was going on. Going to visit You at prison, I came to know that the Government of Pakistan wanted to Parole you in order to have you in An urgent conference. I realized That it was another conspiracy; They wanted to destroy perpetually Your strong personality and your bright Political existence. I got frightened; It seemed to me that you would slip this time On the mud of conspiracy. In a Frenzy of despair, I shouted, ‘Beware! Don't take parole. If they want to set you Free, unconditonally they have to Set you free then. Captive Mujib will go On a conference- I won't tolerate It. If something happens like that, then keep In mind, while coming back home, you will find Your Renu no more.' Saying it, like a Lass I started crying aloud. You know, I have been your life-partner since my teen Age, never did I revolt against you This way. Just after then, Sergeant Jahurul Haq was murdered. The whole country roared in Anger. ‘Nineteen Sixty Nine Uprising' Took place. On twenty second February You got released from prison. The Bengalis Gave you a warm reception on twenty Third February at Racecourse Ground and You returned home like a hero having The title ‘Bangabandhu'." Saying it, She wiped her eyes, as if wet with dawn's dew. Bangabandhu, the leader of poverty- Stricken people, said in a choked voice: "Truly, you saved me that day from a great Danger awaiting me. If you did not Press me hard that way, something might happen Terrible. My friends often mock at my Madness for my wife. If they knew the cause! " Having the glass of milk at her hand, his Daughter, as dear as his eye-ball, came With a slow step. Mrs. Mujib, flooded With passion, somewhat embarrassed for the Sudden arrival of their daughter, said In a cramped voice: "I have cooking. Let me Go. You talk father and daughter." When she Left the room hurriedly for the kitchen, They two saw a light of serenity Spread over her face. Both the father and The daughter stared with a steadfast look on Her going, as if they were watching a Spring-wind going back giving them a soft Touch of peace providing a kind Of sweet coolness within their bodies and Souls. Absent-minded Mujib, who is the Greatest man of Bengal, got back his sense By the call of his daughter, "Milk, Dad." He sat down on the sofa. Then he took The glass of milk like a gentle boy from The hand of his motherly daughter and Started sipping, as if he were drinking The sweet water of heaven's brook. Drinking The milk to the lees, he stared with a smile At his daughter; a brightened line of a Green forest spread over his face: "How is My cow, Hasu? How selfishly I drink Her milk! I don't get a chance to meet her." "She is quite well, Dad. When we go to her, She stares at us like a dumb and look to And fro for someone. She has, perhaps, come To know by this time that you are very Busy with country, party and politics. That's why, she keeps quiet every moment." The blue of the great leader's two eyes get Moist with tears. The thunder of Summer-storm Is in his voice but, what a billowy Unfathomable Bay of Bengal flows Within his heart! —"O my God! I had just Forgotten her. When I get ready for Outgoing in the morning, remind me, I will meet her first, then I will leave home. All the birds of this Bengal, all the trees, Animals, flowers, fruits, rivers, canals, Bogs, fields and the desolate extensive Plains—they all know me. Farmers, labourers, Coolies, fishermen, boatmen, barbers and All the veiled women of villages, all The shopkeepers of village-markets, the Teachers of schools, students, youths, mobs—they all Forget their sorrows seeing your father. Seeing your father for once, they all see The whole country in front of their eyes, the Country on whose chest has sat firmly the Autocratic martial beasts of Pakistan, Who sitting there are sucking like leeches The life-blood of seven crore Bengalis." No sooner had he completed his speech Than his second daughter Sheikh Rehana Along with Sheikh Russel, his youngest son, Came running with laughter and making fun. Instantly, a delight-fair was set up Surrounding their dear father. Leader was He of seven crore people, a strange fire- showering speaker, a magician of Musical words who robbed the hearts of men And women; the greatest Bengali was He in thousand years; but now he became Suddenly a loving father among His dearest son and daughters. His eldest Daughter, as if she were his far-seeing Mother Hasina, was watching that scene With the eyes of the goddess of earth. With The pea-cock eyes, she was watching the great Leader's sweet game with his daughter and son And was saying in her own mind: ‘What a Loving world of illusion it is and How beautiful Number Thirty Two house is! ' [House Number Thirty Two Episode: Book 2]