The man said “In July 1993 in Panchbibi” explained briefly and descriptively:
One day, I went to a tea shop. It was as small as the hut and made of bricks, jutes and tin. Suddenly, I saw a quarrel within. The shopkeeper and a ma with a bike quarreled with each other. When I stopped the quarrel the man with the bike replied “Thank you, boss”. I asked “What’s your name?” The man with a bike replied “My name is Sajeev Khan. You are from a famous landlord family! The descendent of Ezaj Khan Choudhry! Rajeev Khan!” I was surprised that he also mentioned his great grandfather had an excellent relationship with my great grandfather.He was so talkative that I liked him. He was talented and always makes complicated gadgets such as futuristic computers and stuffs. Everyday, I always found out fifteen gadgets in his house. Every day we went to the tea shop and we shared our feelings. Few days later, I saw a man about to rape a girl. I saved her life with non-violence and I took her to my house. I told my mom that I like her. My mom was funny and fat. She was always known as the female-comedian, her favorite comedy phrase was “Jackpot- PEEEERAAA PARA PARA PARAP PARAP, PEERA!” She always sings so loudly that everyday, a fan breaks and table also breaks.Then we got married and went to her house. The house was great and enormous like a famous landlord’s house.I was surprised that Sajeev stood right on the stairs. I hugged him and greeted him. “How are you Mr. Genius?” said I. “I m fine buddy” said Sajeev. My father-in-law’s expression seemed to be strange and irony.I was stared at him a little bit and I asked “Rahima, my lady, what happened? Why he seemed so strange?” “He is just like that when he sees new people” said Rahima. I was not really surprised of this house because it looked like my grandfather’s house. My wife, my friend and I went to Dream Park. I have spent a lot of time there. Then we came back to our house.
2004, quite many years back all away from Panchbibi to Dhaka, I became a successful M.D. in the PRAN Company after my father-in-law. He was quite, a good person indeed to tell me to take care of it. I took care of it properly. Suddenly a call came and I held it “Hello”. The man said “I am from Dhaka Police Department. If you frankly come to our department, you’ll find more information”.I went to the department and found the commissioner sat down. When I knocked he said “Come In”. I sat down in front of him and asked “What happened?”The Former Commissioner replied “Yesterday, at the Mohakhali Flyover, Your friend Sajeev drove a Noah Microbus and pushed a tank. The car exploded. Your friend is in Labaid Cardiac Hospital, Cabin-109”. I ran to the Hospital and asked the accountants about the cabin. I went to the cabin and saw that Sajeev’s hands were injured. He smiled when he saw me. I was happy that he survived but unfortunately he won’t able to run. He was a successful professional racer. I thought that I would run in his absence.Two days later, I took Sajeev and found my wife, sleeping with my son. I was proud of that because mother can always be with her children lovingly and father also. Sajeev was in bed and I sat down beside him and asked him about the professional race. He permitted me to run to where he incompletes.Then I had joined the racing club and ran all along. I won and won and gave my trophy to Rajeev because we want to prove what good friendship is. I don’t have greed of money, don’t take me wrong. It is all I sacrificed to him. At night I was at the final match, I won. I was searching for Sajeev in the gallery but I can’t find him. I suddenly got a call from the department and found out that Rahima died right after I won. Then I went to my house and found all the papers and contracts written on it to kill. That means he’s into illegal activities.”
“It’s true, I never lie, the accident is one of it” said Rajeev. He was quite-muscular and good looking, white blazer man. He was worried about Sajeev. I saw a girl with Sajeev. Rajeev asked “who is she?” Sajeev replied “She is my wife, one of Ailer Cyclone’s victims. The government didn’t take actions. So I helped them and I was in love with her”.“You have married its okay but why did you vanish yourself?” asked Rajeev. Sajeev replied “I went to Chittagong”. Rajeev and Sajeev saw an insane man, grabbed by police. The insane man said “sorry! Rajeev sory! Sajeev!”. Rajeev said “Shoshur jee, your illegal activities are over, you will be imprisoned”. He went to jail and Rajeev and Sajeev clapped their hands together and Rajeev took the couple to his house. Rajeev’s comedian mother lived in his new mansion. The baby grew up and learned to live. At night, Rajeev was telescoping but suddenly a shot was heard by Rajeev and ran towards the West Wing and saw Sajeev, can’t breathe and saw Rajeev. “Your father-in-law escaped from prison” said Sajeev. He slept forever and Rajeev weep in front of Sajeev’s dead body and suddenly his wife came and drank his blood and weep. Rajeev saw his father-in-law tried to shot his mother. He used his gun and shot his leg off. Then Rajeev took his father in law to the prison.
15th July, 2010, Rajeev saw a woman with burqa. The woman with burqa opened her face to Rajeev. Rajeev asked “Rahima, a year later, how did you get here?” “My husband, I was in a plastic surgery. I was survived and lost my memory. I got my memory back when I saw my father died. I was firstly forced to be hidden in the trees, thanks to Dr. Kabir, your friend” said Rahima. Rajeev was surprised and saw Dr. Kabir came by. “Sajeev, you are alive! Why did you act your death?” said Rajeev.“To test your father in law. He wanted to kill us and he also planned bombing in Kamlapur right after your wife had lost her memory” said Sajeev. Then Rajeev agreed and took them to his family. Then the new beginning held by.
Dear Premullah Shahid,
You are promoted to be a commissioner and you are a very talented officer. I appreciate you for doing a right thing but you are too young to deserve it. So if you change your mind, please inform me.
Ex- Police Commissioner
P.S. My address is Banani Road, House-2, Block-B and it is named as Earl Field.
Prem was so surprised that he would retire earlier and he was too young, he was just an ACP officer. When he went out, some police saluted him. He drove his own private car and went to a small house. He changed his uniform and sat on an old chair. He saw a newspaper and when he was about to read he suddenly saw a man who was shooting with a gun through a tree but the bullet reached on Prem’s house windows and the man ran away. When Prem came out, he saw another man ran past him. He started to run and he was after the man who ran past him and the man who shot the gun. Prem came and saw all cars were lined and beside the cars, there was Rickshaw and in front of the lined up serials there was a car laid upside down and a broken bus. Now, he passed towards the cars and went to a small road which looked like there were dirty walls. Then he saw the same man with the gun and the man who chased the man with a gun. “I am Razi, I will commit then I will never listen to myself” said the man with the gun.The man who ran said “I will kill everyone in this room”. Razi said “Let’s duel Mr. Gangster”. Mr. Gangster started to shoot but the bullets went up when Razi whistled. Then suddenly Mr. Gangster’s blood came from his throat and slowly lay down. “What is your name?” said Prem. “My name is Razi” said Razi .“Hi, I am Prem” said Prem.Raziand Prem went to a building. In the name board it was written as “Mehrab Fitness Centre”. When Razi and Prem went to a corner where girls were doing aerobics, Razi saw a girl who just moved her head and danced within music. Razi thought of a film called “Monpura (Burning Heart)” where he dreamt that Razi was Sonai a main character and the girl was Pori also a main character. Sonai (Razi) saw his Pori (the girl) dancing and the girl smiled at him. When somebody called Razi, he came to the real world quickly and the man who was calling asked “Hey, Razi. What are you doing in my fitness centre?”
“Learning aerobics with my friend, Prem” said Razi.He was moving his head and hips. “GO!” the man shouted. Razi was parodying his exercise again and Prem pulled him.
Meanwhile, an underworld don sat down and opened a briefcase. It was full of money and illegal drugs inside. He smelled the drug and yawned. Suddenly a phone rang and he hung up the phone. “Hello” the don said.The manly voice said “Musharaf Speaking, Flower Bhai. There will be a meeting in your place and I will call Razi and his new friend at the same time”.Suddenly, Razi and Prem came. Prem wore a funky looking shirt and jeans. They came and sat down. “So what do you do?” said Flower Bhai.Razi said “We are partners in crime. We can do anything for you”. Flower Bhai said “we are against you. What are your requirements?” “I have two requirements” said Razi. “First, I can hit anyone I like and the Second I don’t kill women and children”. “I see” said Flower Bhai. Flower Bhai threw the gun on Razi and he caught it. He went out along with Prem and went to a small tea shop.“Sorav Kaka, meet my friend, Prem” said Razi. “Can you give us a cup of tea?” “Sure, why not Razi?” said Sorav. Sorav gave a cup of tea. After they drank, Prem said “I am going to the Station. Bye dosto”.“Bye” said Razi.Prem went to the station and all the police saluted him. “Commisioner Prem” said man sat in front of his desk. “Yes, Mr. Manzil” said Prem.Mr. Manzil said “The terrorists occupied one of the peaceful areas and want to make a war”. “Ok, so how do I manage all this?” asked Prem. Mr. Manzil replied “For managing all this, you have to take all the police and one of the best police officers named Ali Tauqeer. He is under-covered 24 hours and 200 days and He is the Gold Medalist Police officer. He is the one to kill all the Gangsters”. “Do you have his picture?” asked Prem. “No” said Manzil. “I heard you have loved my daughter. My daughter also loves you because you are still a bachelor and young to be a commissioner and dates are fixed and you will be marrying in 1st July”. “I know, somebody promoted me quickly” said Prem. They had some tea and Mr. Manzil went away.
At night, Prem prepared all the police officers to target the terrorists. They went to the area, full of sand and some grasses and fallen barks.The policemen shot at the bark and the black clothed terrorists shot backwards. The policemen continuously shot and the terrorists were running and hid inside the fallen bark and the other terrorist shot. The gangster looking Razi suddenly came like a thunder with wearing a bright and light reflected white shirt. He ran towards the fallen bark and it was so dark that Razi used his torch light and gun. Prem came along with Razi and saw two men were guarding a gate. Razi went to a tree and disguised in burqa. “I want to see Mr. Zafar” said Razi in a female voice. When he entered the gate, he saw a tunnel with a silver gate in front. Razi used the terrorist’s code and when the tunnel gates were opened, he saw no one and it was so dark that no one can see. He crouched and suddenly saw a guard. Razi grabbed the guard and used the chain. The guard died. When he went to the main room, he saw the terrorists were guarding their king. “Fredric!” he whispered to himself. The name of the terrorist king was Fredric. He crouched all the way and killed all of the guards. “WHO IS IT!” Fredric cried. “I am” said Razi. He jumped and shot. Suddenly Fredric shot Razi. Razi closed his eyes and fell down. Suddenly, Prem came and shot at the terrorist’s hand. All the police officers came and started fighting. After a while Razi woke up and shot at Fredric’s chest. “I don’t see any Ali Tauqeer here” said Prem. “I AM ALI TAUQEER!” Razi shouted like a lion and shot Fredric’s secretary. All the terrorists died together and no longer terrorists. The police were happy with joy and victoriously killed the terrorists and the shootout was over.
In 2011, Ali got married to his childhood sweetheart and Mr. Commissioner Premullah Shahid married Mr. Manzil’s daughter and had a baby named after Ali Taqueer.Heroes never die.
He saw other university students hearing attentively on the radio. He cried "Huh! that's boring!" The other students shushed him. When they ran away, Jarif suddenly saw that a soldier came. The soldier asked in Urdu "Tumhara Naam Kya Hai?" Jarif replied in Urdu "Mera naam Jarif Ahmed, ek Pakistani Politician ka beta". The soldier praised "Toh bahut accha hai". Jarif was bit scared and the soldier went away.
When he went to hishostel room he saw two of his friends praised him. "Jarif! very good! you have fooled the soldiers that you are Pakistani but they don't even know that you are Bengali" one of his friend said. "Oh Rahid! Amar dosto!" cried Jarif and hugged him. Suddenly, Jarif saw a girl entering his room. "Hi Mr. Jarif Ahmed, I am Sarah, your new room mate". She was tall beautiful and just like the Dhallywood actresses. She wore a red, ordinary sari. Jarif and Sarah shook hands.He also guided her to the university.
At night, when they went to sleep, Jarif heard a gunshot and slept. He heard a gunshot again and suddenly he woke up. He was two Rajakars passing his room. Then Jarif walked through the same direction and hid himself. The Rajakars went away by killing a student. He saw the student laid on the floor, bloodstained. He called everyone, even the teachers. After that the professors arranged a program of milad.
Next day, milad was fulfilled and Sarah sang a song
'Maa go, Vabna keno
Amra tomar shanto prio
Suddenly the Pakistani soldiers came and shot all the students. All are survived and took the wounded to the hospital. Jarif and Sarah became best friends. The room mates also became more closer. Their batch made a political debate club. Suddenly, Jarif and the other students heard the radio that Zinnah said that Urdu must be an official language. The students got upset. When the Professors went to sleep, the students created a banner as a slogan 'Rashtro Vasha Bangla Chai'.
Then all the students came out and the dawn of the 21st February, the student cried the same slogan. After that, when the soldiers shot the students, the students attacked the soldiers. The soldiers shot Jarif and Sarah. They fell down and closed their eyes.
After the attack was over, Rahid saw them dead and called his other friend, Promollam. They were shocked by saw them, blood stained. In 23rd February, Rahid and other leading students went to the location where they were attacked and constructed a Shahid Minar. Rahid said "In the memory of Jarif Ahmed, I will be a professor of Debate". Rahid met a female Journalist named Harmana Rahima from BBC. She was a Bengali and also known to be a famous journalist. Rahid and Harmana went to their village and saw all the poor people without food, skeletal children and some are ill. When they saw that people were sad. At night, a Pakistani Soldier came to one of the tents and took all their food. Rahid took a knife and caught the soldier. Harmaana was impressed that how Bengals are brave. After that, Rahid joined Dhaka University as a lecturer. Rahid and Harmana got married. In the marriage night, Rahid was remembering that Jarif, Sarah and Promollam played a prank:
'Rajakars came to the university. Jarif hid himself. When Sarah
wore a widowed white colored sari, Rahid and Promollam hid
themselves in the forbidden library. The rajakars tiptoed. Sarah
saidin a horrific voice "I am a ghost". Jarif made a wolf sound.
When the Rajakars ran away to the Library, Rahid and Promollam
laughed in a roar voice. Rajakars ran away. When they were
together they booed the rajakars'.
He smiled. Suddenly, the group of boys came to the tent. Everyone hid themselves. The group of boys came out when the soldiers came and shoot all the soldiers. Many of the soldiers were killed. Rahid felt something that he never dream. He felt someone was alive and also felt the war will be ended.
'19 YEARS LATER'
Two students, Alif and Rahmat sat on the hostel room where Jarif used to live in. Many of the professors were traumatized by thedeath of Jarif and Sarah. No one told everyone the truth and Alif was one of the students curious about their stories. The duo walked on the corridor. He saw a handsome man who wore a brown blazer and had squared spectacle.
"Professor Haque,in 1948 batch, who died in Ekushey February" asked the duo. The man replied "nine honorable students died in Ekushey February". Alif asked "Jarif and Sarah! after their fourth years in 1952!" The man replied "Yes, but a secret! don't tell anyone! I am actually, the Professor of Political Studies but I am pretending to teach you how to speak in Urdu Language. I am actually, Professor Jarif Ahmed and I pretended to be dead for everyone in this world because when the Pakistanis saw us pretending to be dead, they went away and when I woke up, I saw Sarah unconscious and I took her to the jungle and used water bottle to make her conscious and at night, all the way to the jungle, we saw a candle light and tents and I saw all the people, poor and needy. Sarah and I helped them. That time, my son was born. I came back as a lecturer by another name, Haque as a lecturer.Then I took a break to do my PHD in US.I was successful. The principal and I were planned to help everyone of you secretly.We got married and no one knew it. Your Biology professor, Mrs. Rabea is Sarah. I returned as a professor to help the Bengals.My job is also that". Alif and Rahmat were surprised and kept their secret not to tell anyone. "I hate politics!" said Alif.
"No, hating Politics is not enough. I used to hate it too but when the war begun, we are used to it" said Professor Haque aka Jarif. All the student went out with guns and bamboo sticks. The students hit the soldiers and shot them. Suddenly, the government stopped the war. "Quit our Bangladesh and get out!" said the government in the meeting. All the Pakistani traders went away. It is 16th December. Jarif said "I am still alive and she is Sarah.I am Jarif, the Professor of Political Studies. I always give you notes but I never make any presence and my assistant, Rahid is pretending to teach Political Studies but he was an assistant Professor but he was actually a debate professor and Sarah is my wife, she will sing a song and she is the professor of Biology and I now have an eleven year old son whom I raised in a hidden village. We have to honor our Freedom Fighters such as Motiur Rahman,Zia Ur Rahman and Sheikh Mujib our Dhaka University Students who died in Ekushey February as Salam, Jabbar, Rafiq, Shafiq, Barkat and other honorable students. Honor them and my wife, Sarah will sing for them. JOY BANGLA! Now we call it Bangladesh and the Liberation War is over!". The crowd also gave the same slogan. Sarah came out of the Public and sang a song.
'Amar shonar Bangla
Ami tomai valobashi'
All were charmed by her voice and Jarif sat along with his eleven year old son, Rafil Hamid and hearing Sarah's charming voice.