5/5 Masudur Rahman Mollah (. 4 years ago on Google • 171 reviews
Dotted
around
with
halls
and
academic
buildings,
Rajshahi
University
remains
concealed
in
the
impenetrable
membrane
of
pandemonium-pulsating
with
life
flowing
rhythmically
through
the
arteries
of
our
beloved
city-Rajshahi.
The
hub
around
which
thousands
of
youngsters
have
become
renowned
citizens
of
Bangladesh,
the
nucleus
of
the
existence
of
blossoming
flowers
that
had
bloomed
to
their
full
potential
enlightening
the
minds
of
today's
generation
with
new
notions,
perceptions
regarding
philosophy,
economics
and
science.
Yet
staying
incognito
to
people
living
far
and
near
this
educational
institution,
RU,
still
bears
the
gaping
wounds
inflicted
upon
it
during
the
liberation
war.
RU
Martyrs'
Memorial
Museum
is
a
constant
reminder
of
the
atrocious
acts
of
brutality
that
raged
over
it,
taking
away
the
lives
of
many,
curtailing
their
promising
careers
and
leaving
innumerable
mothers
and
sisters
without
their
near
and
dear
ones-distressed
and
grieving
for
their
irreparable
loss.
….
As
part
of
my
frivolous
ways
of
squandering
the
summer
vacation,
I
managed
to
sneak
into
RU
campus
and
finding
none
in
the
deserted
area,
I
ran
helter-skelter
forlornly
and
eventually
found
myself
standing
before
this
museum
hemmed
in
by
an
eye-catching
gigantic
Shahid
Minar
on
one
side
and
RU
central
mosque
on
the
other.
Propelled
by
an
yearning
and
recovering
my
poise,
I
went
inside
and
after
writing
the
information
necessary,
I
was
allowed
to
enter
the
galleries
showcasing
the
everyday
things
used
by
the
martyrs,
the
books
written
by
them
and
some
photographs
clinging
to
the
threads
of
their
personal
life,
their
struggles
to
be
emancipated
from
Pakistan.
Notable
among
them
were
Dr.
Shamsuzzoha,
Professor
of
Chemistry,
who
embraced
martyrdom
in
1969
and
Nurul
Islam
who
strongly
led
the
protest
after
the
death
of
Zoha,
Martyrs
Asad,
Harun,
Barkat,
Rafique.
Hanging
on
the
walls
coloured
as
white
as
plumage,
were
photographs
plunging
people
into
the
abyss
of
techniques
used
to
counter
the
diabolical
Pakistanis,
such
as
preparation
for
the
breach
of
section
144
and
“Gayebana
Janaja”
under
the
leadership
of
Maulana
Bhasani.
Scuffling
through
the
crowd,
I
stepped
into
the
other
two
hall
rooms
where
coming
across
the
dress
they
wore,
their
favourite
song
or
even
the
teacup
in
which
they
drank
tea
along
with
the
mortar
shells,
rocket
launchers,
daggers
used
by
the
Pakistani
Army,
skulls
and
fragments
of
bones
found
from
the
mass
graves
behind
Zoha
Hall
devoured
my
entire
being,
leaving
elliptical
remarks
that
inflamed
my
heart
lacerated
by
steady
lashes
of
intense
abhorrence
towards
those
who
have
made
futile
efforts
to
term
our
glorious
war
as
a
mere
internecine
feud.
The
contributions
of
Bangabandhu
Sheikh
Mujibur
Rahman
and
Ziaur
Rahman
and
above
all,
the
commendable
magnum
opus
drawn
by
Kamrul
Hasan
to
raise
communal
harmony
against
the
barbaric
killings
so
emblematic
of
malice
were
all
stored
in
a
spruce
manner
that
if
persisted,
will
surely
be
able
to
attract
tourists.
Sorely
tempted
to
visit
the
library
beside
the
museum,
I
was
both
elated
and
bizarrely
flabbergasted
to
see
such
a
wide
variety
of
books
based
upon
the
historic
events
of
1971,
my
head
still
revolving
around
the
whirlwind
of
the
grotesque
operations
performed
with
such
precision
by
the
Pakistan
Army,
I
walked
away
from
the
museum,
towards
a
country,
acres
of
land
acquired
at
the
expense
of
blood,
loss
of
so
many
precious
lives
united
towards
only
a
sole
purpose,
an
independent
Bangladesh
