Some memories of independence 28
 Life fight / Bhatpara

 It will be on 10/12 of December.  The date cannot be specified.  We are preparing to send information about the location of the Pak Army at Bamandi and Bhatpara camps to Kolkata.  We split in two.  One part went to Bamandi, led by Mujib Bahini Commander Mofazzal.  Along with Kader, Ashraful, Maqbool, Ashraf Bhai, Karamdir Baktiyar etc.  I don't remember the names of all the participants.  Our trained Karamdir Zahid Hossain and Saharatala Golam Mostafa may also have joined.  And I took charge of Bhatpara.  There is a reason behind this.  My cousin's house in Durlavpur, and Abdur Rashid of that village are our trained staff.  I had a little idea about that area, so.  Besides, Rashid is very confident and hardworking.  But stubborn.  If he doesn't like it, he won't do it.  He also had to suffer a lot for this.  I heard that I could not have a very happy day in my married life.  He finally left this world at a young age.

 We left very early in the morning.  Vehicles are two legs given by Allah.  Probably around 10 in the morning.  We went to Hijalbaria and heard that the Pak army of Bhatpara camp had left the previous evening.  I got a little courage, but I was afraid if they come back suddenly?  We have two hands given by Allah to say weapon.  I could have brought a rifle, but what can be done with a rifle.  Since the purpose is not to fight, but to do Reiki, I thought it was wise to go empty-handed.  Of course it was better to have a grenade with you in such a situation.  With this grenade, just as the enemy can be defeated, so can suicide.  Many times it is better to commit suicide than to be tortured by the enemy and reveal secret information.

 We were on our way from Hijalbaria to Bhatpara.  When I came near the camp, I saw a place on the road that had just been dug and filled with soil.  Not right in the middle of the road, just a little side.  This is the place where the wheel of a bullock cart usually goes.  A bullock cart had just passed by the excavated site.  And if it was 5 inches back and forth, the wheel of the car could go over that new ground.  Irreparable damage could have happened.

 Why I doubt that this excavated place must have been done by the Pak army to achieve their ultimate goal.  They were not satisfied with killing people directly.  Even in their absence, so that the Bengalis could leave this world one by one, year after year, skillfully managing it.  And that is to bury anti-tank mines.  Its strength can be estimated from the name itself.  The purpose is not to kill people, but to kill something bigger than that, such as motor cars, bullock carts, etc.  Mine's lifespan is very long.  Mines buried during World War II still explode in some places 65 years later, causing extensive damage.  What can be done is to take electrical measures.  Any major accident can happen at any time.  Some people were cultivating in the fields on the east side of the road.  At the request of one of them, I took two ropes of the ladder.  An anti-tank mine has a fuse on top of it, and an explosion occurs when a heavy object presses on the fuse.  Its effects may spread hundreds of meters.  Sometimes a boobitrap is attached to the bottom of the mine.  It will explode if you put a little pressure on it.  Many times even if the mine is moved, it can explode.  In fact, I can't guess what's under the ground in that newly excavated place.  However, maximum care must be taken.

 I tied two rope knots and lengthened them.  Then I slowly began to move the dry soil on top with both hands.  The real thing from the ground is putting away the shame and sticking out his face as if he is smiling at me, and saying that he has got you this time.  But I am also a stubborn servant.  I said to myself, I'll take your neck out of the hole, and it's not too late, get ready.  Just as a six-headed iron cage is placed over a gas stove to hold a pan, so is a mine.  I tied the rope slowly there.  A low place about 20 meters away from the place where the mine is buried, in our area it is called Pagar.  I lay down inside the pagoda.  If the mine explodes, we can survive if we are lucky, but there is no way to escape the injury.  But I have done such work without any preparation, it is just the identity of a donkey.  Really need a helmet on the head, bullet proof clothing on the body.  Anyway, when I pulled the rope tied to the mine, the mine came out without shouting like a very good boy.  I made sure the booby trap wasn't set under the mine.  At least the Pak army has done a good job.  If there was a booby trap, it would not be possible to do this without specially trained people.  I disconnected the main fuse from the main body and put it in another place.

 Already people working in the field have started gathering around me.  They are very surprised to see the mine, as well as want to know my identity.  The news spread throughout the area in a very short time.  A few high school or college students my age also came and gathered.  I taught them how to disconnect a mine fuse.  There was also a long thin bamboo.  পাক The Pak army measured the distance with bamboo and planted mines.  After recovering two or three mines, we saw that the bamboo was very useful.  That bamboo was the measure.  Then the students became very interested and started digging mines by measuring the distance with bamboo.  One, two, three, so the number kept increasing, finally going to 200, the number could go back and forth.  How to take these, again should leave this place as soon as possible.  The villagers came forward to help us.  They voluntarily brought some sacks and put the fuse and the main body in different sacks.  A man from the village agreed to deliver the mines to our house in a bullock cart.

 But a big problem remained.  Trenches or bankers have been dug around the Bhatpara camp.  On the outside, a low hole has been made 4/5 feet wide, and a dam has been made a few feet high with that soil.  Such arrangements are usually made at all military bases.  This is so that the enemy cannot easily enter from outside.  We saw a lot of anti personnel mines buried in the outer part of the trench.  And these mines have been planted for a long time.  This arrangement was made so that the freedom fighters could not enter the camp.  The Pak army has left, but left behind a number of dangerous objects.  The top of these mines rusted.  My manpower is low, I want to leave the place as soon as possible, so there is no time to look at the anti personnel mines.  As we were preparing to leave Bhatpara, a boy our age came and said that food had been arranged at their house so that we could eat.  In fact, I ate a little something in the morning, I didn't eat anything else all day, so I agreed to eat.  We were taken to the house of Abdus Samad Chowdhury nicknamed Ghughu Babu, probably his son who helped us clear the mine.

 The food is ready, we will start eating, just at that moment some people from the village came and told us, Ghughu Babu Razakar and his house still have looted things.  He also showed me the place where those things are.  Honestly, some items looted from a nearby village were hidden under the dove of Ghughu Babu.  I made a list of them and called Ghughu Babu and asked him to sign the list and return the items to the owners as soon as possible.  The gentleman agreed and we agreed to eat too.  The dove has done wrong, the food has not done wrong.  My colleague Rashid is more conservative than me.  He crouched down.  He was not willing to eat.  In the end, at my insistence, we ate together and left for Karamdi.  I did not have time to take the news whether those things were returned to the owners in the end.

 I am trying to collect the names of those who helped me in this campaign.  Surprisingly, very few people in the village where we rescued countless people from the brink of death remember us.  In fact, such incidents happen because we do not preserve history.  A lot of important information disappears over time.

 Let's end here today

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