Panic, part-4
The car is running. Sitting and reading Higgs-boson theory on mobile phone. Higgs may be announced as a Nobel Prize. The God particle theory is the result of the joint research of India's National Professor Satyen Bose and Higgs. Satyen Bose was in Dhaka University for 41 years. The creation theory of the universe was studied here by God Kana. From here he sent a letter to the famous scientist Einstein in Germany. I don't understand science very well. That day there was a discussion on the Higgs-boson particle theory on Facebook. Almost everyone gave this status. I didn't write anything. Not in the mood to write, I was terrified. Facebook friends call after some time. What am I doing, how am I, what is the situation now. Whether the problem is resolved.
The phone belongs to Amit. He asked me whether he would write about my incident in the Muktmana blog. I say, no, they don't need to be published on the blog. Let's see where the problem goes first. Earlier, a friend of my organization had asked some local newspaper journalists to give it to the news. I said, "Brother, don't play the clock of my life!" If this goes to the news, my family members will face more terrible situation. A bearded young man sitting in the seat next to me in the car. Looks so cool. Maybe the muezzin of a mosque, or the teacher of a madrasa. If this young man knows that I am an atheist. The locals are angry with me for calling the Prophet Luichchaya. Some bigoted boys are riding bikes all over town looking for me to kill me in the pool. So fleeing from one district to another to survive. If this calm bearded young man knows that I insulted the Prophet, will he keep me safe? At the moment the calm face of this young man will not become violent?
I came to Didi's father-in-law's house in the afternoon. Spent time with my nieces on the roof of their house. At night, while grandparents were eating, both of them slept. He grumbled a lot. Why did I write this? What is needed, what is the benefit of it? What happens now? All the shops are gone. I can't go there anymore.
The next morning, I took the number given by blogger Amit Bhai and called Ethist Bhai.
From there, - Hello who is saying?
- I'm saying Opriyo.
- Yes, I heard your story from Amit. Where are you now?
-I am coming to my elder sister's father-in-law's house.
- Stay safe wherever you are. And yes you can file a case against them.
-My whole family is blind to them now, how can I file a case against them? They will keep the people of my family?
- Is your family in that area?
- Yes.
-"Okay, we'll talk later," he said.
I said to myself, - I can't afford to go on my own, will I file a case again?
In the afternoon, younger brother sajeeb called, and said, - A DB policeman and Awami League leader Jaseem (pseudonym) came.
- What did he say?
- Did Jasim give you a bone weighing three tons as a pledge?
- What did you say?
- I said if you pledge the bone you will get it. You bring the mortgage receipt. It must be written in the ledger.
- What else did he say?
- Where are you asked? I said I don't know. And he asked you to come and meet him.
-Anyone else came?
-In the morning, seven or eight boys came home to look for you. He left without you.
-Said something?
- That same thing, asked you to appear here. And yes…
-What?
-Today there was a discussion about your case in the mosque. Imam Sahib asked you to appear here anyway.
- Hmm.
-Actually we are under a lot of pressure.
-Meet Rashed, Joddin, Raiser, Rappy, Abul?
-Even if they see it, they avoid it now. It seems like hate doesn't want to talk.
I let out a sigh. I said, well, have you opened a shop?
-No. Achal Da will come and open.
- How about doing a job?
-What?
- You go to the police station and make a GD for security. I will go there and tell my mother that she has made me feel like a son.
- No, they won't. Then earthworms will come out to dig snakes. We will be in more danger.
- Am I a criminal or not? Did I rape a girl? Or kidnapped someone? Or two or four murders...
- No, calling that prophet womanizer is the biggest crime in this country! Don't know whose country it is?
i am silent.
Sajeeb said, - Well, I will talk later.
I called Achal in the evening, from there, -Hello?
I said, - What is the situation now? where are you?
- Don't say what the situation is, everyone is angry with you here. I am sitting in your shop now.
- Someone was coming?
-No. Some time ago Annie came and asked, where is Opriyo Da? I said I don't know.
- Well, now the situation has cooled down? can i come?
-You don't even think about forgetting to come here. Forget about this area. Some people here are saying that you will actually cut off the tip of your penis and take it to the mosque and become a Muslim. Someone says cut your head and play football with your head.
- Well, any customers were coming?
- No, it hasn't come yet.
- Well, let me know if there is any problem. I'm keeping it, I'll talk later.
It has been two days since I came to my elder sister's father-in-law's house.The times were not good, they were spent in fear and anxiety. Last night the police went to our house in civilian dress. Asked my younger brother, where am I? He said he didn't know. The next morning I woke up and had tea and breakfast and was playing with my younger sister in Didi's bed room, when Didi came to me crying from the kitchen and said, "My mother, father and Sajeev have been taken by the police." Didi kept scolding me. Why did I write them on Facebook? Why did I eat my own and go to drive away the forest moose.
Suddenly there was a call on my phone, -Hello?
- I am Hafez (pseudonym). I am Aussie from Omuk police station, dear we know where you are. You should appear at the police station within 12 hours.
- Who gave you the right to bring my parents and younger brother to the police station for interrogation? Did you get the family of the street? Are they committing a crime that brought to the police station?
- No Opriyo, I brought them to the police station to ask a little. I will leave again.
-I won't leave again, no. You will come by the car you brought. Otherwise I will be forced to file a complaint against you.
OC said, - Well talk to your mother and gave the phone to my mother. Mother's words involve tears. Mother is just saying one thing over and over again, "You come here, dear, come here, father." They will not harm you. Will leave after asking something.
Who knows how they brainwashed my parents in the police station!
After half an hour, the parents brought the younger brother home again by car. Meanwhile elder sister is very anxious, scolding me every now and then. Today I cried profusely seeing the helplessness and danger of my mother, father, brother and sister. They never imagined that the police would bring them to the police station and interrogate them. The self-esteem of middle-class families is probably very high. The father called and cried in shame. He said, today I am very ashamed of you. You consider yourself a great writer like Taslima Nasreen, don't you?
I, Amit, lawyer, called another columnist for advice, what to do now? Same advice to them, you don't surrender to the police under any circumstances. If there is a case. You will surrender to the court and get bail.
While talking on the phone, the head hangs a lot. Same words of relatives, same pressure, surrender at police station. Otherwise they will bring your parents to the police station and torture them. There will be no respect. Mother, father, younger brother, uncle, elder brother, all called to come to surrender. And the police told them that I should not contact any organization, media, journalist. If these go to the media, there will be riots in the country. I said to myself, there are riots in this country or not? In this country, minority Hindus are routinely tortured. When did the Hindus of this country riot again? Do they have the power to riot? I know it's a trick of the police. But how do I convince my relative? They don't want to understand. Meanwhile, elder sister is repeatedly asking to leave. to surrender.
I could not bear their pressure and got in the car to Chittagong at eight o'clock that evening. It was 12 o'clock at night. The next evening at 8:30 pm, uncle, elder brother sanjay da, a political friend of elder brother, and younger brother took me to the police station. He explained me to the OC.
That day was waiting for me, a terrible night of physical torture and intense stress!
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