মোঃ আব্দুর রাকিব

An isolated territory. A small country standing thousands of miles away from the surrounding Muslim-majority countries. And surrounding it is a venomous snake named D|rot, which has its hood raised to strike at any moment.
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Literally, they have completed all their blueprints and preparations long ago. Now they are just lying in wait for a special moment, a perfect opportunity.
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I am a Bengali, a victim of constant aggression and conspiracy by eternal enemies wearing the mask of 'friends' and hypocrites from within the house. Apparently, I should have been worried. It would have been natural, because my sun of independence set at the hands of Mir Jafars almost 300 years ago.
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But they have forgotten that I am a Muslim first, then a Bengali! So today I am not worried, I am not afraid. Rather, I am intoxicated with an intense desire for ultimate revenge for hundreds of years of injustice. Every account of the reign of oppression they have carried out on this soil for so long will now be settled in full.
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Do they know who they have come to clash with? I am the brother of Muhammad bin Qasim, the conqueror of Sindh. I am the son of Shahjalal who shook this alluvial land. I am the successor of those 17 cavalrymen of Malik al-Ghazi Ikhtiyar Uddin Muhammad Bakhtiyar Khalji, before whose swiftness Lakshman Sen's throne was reduced to dust.
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We are the children of this soil, we did not float here from somewhere else. Remember, if Titumir's fort is to be built this time, it will not be with bamboo, it will be made of iron and steel.
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So beware! Disciples of Lakshman Sen, you be careful! Every inch of this alluvial soil, every particle of dust is ours. This land, this sky, this river is ours. This is the homestead of our forefathers.
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We have not forgotten your history of despicable sycophancy of licking British boots and stabbing us in the back. We have not forgotten the lifeless body of our sister Felani hanging on the barbed wire. We have not forgotten that brutal tragedy of Pilkhana. And Abrar Fahad is an inextinguishable flame burning in our chests, our eternal inspiration.
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You must pay the debt of every drop of blood shed on our border. Insha'Allah, we are ready. The beginning of the end of your empire will now be at our hands. Come on!..

- Suman Ahmad