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The bond that July…
My son met photographer Shahidul Alam Bhai once about seven years ago. He was riding his folding bicycle through Dhanmondi. My son sat in a rickshaw with his grandmother. He looked at the bicycle through the gap in the hood with surprise. Shahidul Bhai asked him a little surprised, ‘Can you ride a bicycle?’
The bond that July…
If July 24 had not come into my life, it is unlikely that I or any member of my family would have had more contact with him. But the unforgettable Ashadh of July 24 took me and my wife Sabanti to the living room filled with books of Shahidul Bhai and Rehnuma Apa. With the fire of rebellion captured on camera, the determination to fight in my heart.
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My son met photographer Shahidul Alam Bhai once about seven years ago. He was riding his folding bicycle through Dhanmondi at that time. My son was sitting in a rickshaw with his grandmother. He was looking at the bicycle with a surprised look through the gap in the hood. Shahidul Bhai asked him a little, ‘Can you ride a bicycle?’
If July 24 had not come into my life like that, it would have been unlikely that I or any member of my family would have had more contact with him. But the unforgettable Ashad of the 24th took me and my wife Sabanti to the living room filled with books of Shahidul Bhai and Rehnuma Apa. With the fire of rebellion captured on camera, the determination to fight in my heart.
Sabanti has always been soft-spoken. It is against her nature to have a loud voice. But even the relentless rain of the monsoon could not extinguish the fire in her heart. She is also a mother! The blood flow of so many children did not allow mothers to stay at home. So that day, when Sabanti and her friend Tajnuva went to Shahbagh to join the protest by breaking through the police barricades, Samina Lutfa stood by them in the writing of her destiny. I have heard many stories about her impeccable performance as ‘Khana’ on stage. But what if July had not come in my life and I had the opportunity to get to know her?
In the meantime, Masud Rana, one of the student leaders of Rajshahi University, arrived home like a bird of the storm. He had already changed his residence three or four times in Dhaka by that time. But if he was arrested, the entire Rajshahi movement could face a setback. If July had not come, Masud would never have become a member of our family. But today, it seems that he is one of us forever.
