Some Memories of Independence 29
 What is the danger with the mines

 Karamadi came back in the evening.  Where do I put the mines?  It was decided to keep the yard inside our house.  Under the open sky.  Sun, rain, winter, hot, everything is a great opportunity to enjoy in silence.  Putting 200 mines together makes it look like a huge hill.  And the people of the village crowd to see this hill.  But there are also fears, if for some reason it explodes.  Meanwhile, Commander Mofazzel's team has done more unimaginable things.  They have brought four times the number of mines I have collected from the Bamandi camp, that is, 600 mines.  It's really hard to find a place to keep these.  At last they were taken to the house of Mannan brothers of Gosaidubi neighborhood.  The situation is the same there.  I heard that some mines were taken to the houses of the Bakhtiars in the western part.  If we call the pile of mines in our house Tila, then the house of Mannan brothers is a hill.  It's really something like that.  Every day countless people come to see these, some try to measure the weight by hand.  It will be approximately two and a half kg.  Due to the oppression of tourists / visitors, it became difficult to do the daily work of the house.  Besides, my father was the imam of the mosque at that time, so it is strictly forbidden for outsiders to enter our house.  But who listens to whom?  Many people in our neighborhood have never seen my mother, but at that time it was difficult to follow that rule.

  

 In this way, for some time, the mines without a mattress were lying under the blue sky, evading the real work, that is, not hurting anyone in any way.  How long like this?  I went to Gangni police station to consult with the police of the newly independent Bangladesh to determine the fate of the mines.  At that time the OC was in charge of a gentleman in the room of Nadus Nadus 50.  I told them about our problem.  He said, "Should I bring them and eat them?"  You start eating one by one.  Eating will be over in 6 months. "  I was in danger, what can be done.

 

 During the war, two diseases spread in Bangladesh.  One is eye-popping.  Suddenly the eyes become red, dirt accumulates in the corners of the eyes, and it is very itchy.  There were no doctors around so that people could get good treatment there.  There was also a great lack of money.  Patients therefore spent time depending on nature.  Some people covered their eyes with wet towels to give them a little relief.  I have heard that the reason behind this disease is the large amount of ammunition, ammunition and chemicals floating in the sky during the war.  The other is itching.  There was a tingling sensation all over his body, unbearable itching, many could not sleep at night.  Similar symptoms occurred during and after the Middle East war.  Suddenly someone discovered that the mine powder was mixed with water and applied on the body to cure itching.  A crowd of itchy patients started in our house.  I also became a great doctor who fell from the sky.  A mine would explode at the top and some ammunition would be taken out from inside and carefully handed over to the patient or his entourage.  I don't know if the itching would have been better at all.  However, the itching of my elder sister's mother-in-law did not improve.

 

 Another wonderful fancy use of the mine was discovered.  Entertainment with weapons.  At that time there was no arrangement for sports or any other recreation.  There is a huge field on the west side of our neighborhood, called Hassigari field.  Aus paddy, jute and eye were cultivated in those days.  Located between Karamdi, Harabhanga and Kalyanpur.  As soon as it was evening, some young men from the neighborhood would gather at our house to seize a mine.  And he would take it to that field.  It is like sacrificing in a village.  When we were children, we used to offer Eid prayers and gather at Kalu Bhai's mango orchard to watch the Qurbani.  Although the work was very thrilling, we enjoyed it.  A small hole was dug in the top of the mine and set on fire.  At first I thought the mine might explode if it caught fire.  But not an explosion, but black smoke coming out of the leaking place.  The smoke from the volcano seems to subside.  The bottom is narrow, but the smoke expands as it goes up.  Spread all around.  I don't remember if there was any stench or fragrance.  It could be seen from afar.  I heard it could be seen from Saharatala or across India.  It burned for one and a half to two hours.  I never thought that this gunpowder smoke could cause serious damage to the human body or the environment.  Our ignorance is the cause of many losses.  Now I think I feel very guilty.

  

 A few days later, a rumor was heard that the Indian Army was carrying important items, especially firearms or historical items, from Bangladesh across the border without permission.  We thought, we picked up the mines with so much effort, they can't be handed over to India in any way.  Although the Pakistanis brought these to kill us, but these are now under our control, but what can we do?  We also had no idea about the actual use of mines.  In the end, I decided that these need to be removed from the eyes of the people.  But where and how to keep?  Not less in number.

 

 He always extended a kind hand to us in any matter that the two brothers are the late Gani Bhai and Mannan Bhai of Gosaidubi Para.  It was decided to dig the floor of their barn and put the mines there.  Maybe this was the place of great peace for Maine.  But these things cannot be made known to everyone.  So we started digging the floor ourselves very secretly after dusk.  Who was very skilled in these works.  I was very thin light, had some reluctance in physical exertion.  I dug for many nights.  The space for 1000 mines will not be less.  I dug up the whole barn.  A few days ago, the mines in our house were brought to the Mannan brothers' house.  I slowly put them in the hole and filled them with soil on top.  Cows will always pee on the mines that were made to kill people and were carefully preserved, and the mines will be bathed with cow's lime, what a joy.  My brother, this is your proper education.  This may have been written on your forehead.

 This went on day after day, month after month, year after year.  There was no news from the police station, we did not contact ourselves.  If you want to carry them to Gangni, you have to hire a truck.  Mintu, we don't have money, and if there is, who will spend it?  Mine is not bothering us.  So I remained silent.  Suddenly one day a truck with some policemen came from Gangni police station without any notice.  I don't remember how much time has already passed.  I was not in the village that day.  Brother Mannan was probably at home and taking care of the matter.  The policemen dug the floor of the barn in front of the villagers and picked up the mines and loaded the truck.  The people of the village may have felt a little bad, because if the next thing stays with them for a long time, then they become a different Maya.  We were relieved, as well as finding a shelter from the mines.  In the end, we don't know where the mines were taken, what was done, whether they were really trafficked to India.

 Let's end here today