shams adnan

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hello everybody my real name is shams adnan. I live in bangladesh. I read in school in the 6th standard my schools name is saint judes international school.my hobby is to write stories. here is a one i wrote a few days ago

"71" THE BLOOD DRENCHED ERA

25 MARCH NIGHT 1971: it was a very common day like everyday was. We were having supper as usual. When all of a sudden my father heard tanks and planes. We were not worried because it was a common thing. We were talking and laughing when they broke in through the door. They were saying rubbish in Urdu so we couldn’t understand them but I did know some Urdu, so I did manage to understand this, “come with us immediately or face the consequences”. These words bother me even now. They escorted my father out the door and took him away; I was only 12 when this happened. We were all crying and weeping. Then my uncle came in the door, he said that they had taken my father and a lot of people to the Pakistani army camp and that they were going to execute them. The crying became even worse. 30,000 (imagination of the writer) died that night. Many were caught unexpected. The army went to the Dhaka University and killed many of the students. They went to many rural areas and killed the villagers there.

27 MARCH 1971: It was a sad morning. We were listening to the radio, when there was the shadin bangla betar kendro which was established is Chittagong during the war, and then we heard the declaration of independence by ziaur rahman on behalf of sheik muzibur rahman. We heard the Bangladeshis outside the kendro shouting with courage. Thousands of Bengalis were going to war against Pakistan. We were cheering with happiness because our father had returned; he was battered by us because we tackled him half to death with happiness.

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