Original Bengali version by Humayun Ahmed
More about 1971 war atrocities
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He said, with a smile, "I am the father of two martyrs. In 1971, both of my sons were killed."
I looked at him in surprise.
The guy was ordinary looking. Almost 60 years old.
He seemed strong enough compared to his age.
He was sitting straight, with a sharp gaze in his eyes.
He didn't have any glasses, which means his sight was good.
I asked, "How can I help you?"
He kept sitting, like before.
"I found a dead body," he said in a simple tone, "..buried it in Malibagh.
My youngest daughter lives in Malibagh."
More about 1971 war atrocities
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He said, with a smile, "I am the father of two martyrs. In 1971, both of my sons were killed."
I looked at him in surprise.
The guy was ordinary looking. Almost 60 years old.
He seemed strong enough compared to his age.
He was sitting straight, with a sharp gaze in his eyes.
He didn't have any glasses, which means his sight was good.
I asked, "How can I help you?"
He kept sitting, like before.
"I found a dead body," he said in a simple tone, "..buried it in Malibagh.
My youngest daughter lives in Malibagh."
