Baba didn't bow down despite brutal torture
In two days, Bangladesh will enter its 54th year of independence. In the last 53 years, the firm commitments, satisfaction, honor, and respect of the martyred freedom fighters of 1971, martyred intellectuals, heroes, war-wounded freedom fighters, and the relatives of the martyred families wandered around the vortex of politics. How much did the people of Bangladesh learn about the brave, heroic stories? How much holding the red-green flag! How much you can understand the pain of the relatives of the martyrs fighting for survival! How much does the insult and neglect of Birangonas touch people's hearts? As much as we could say or reach into their hearts, that's all. Nobody knows how many more words remain. Today, I will try to tell a little about Altaf Mahmud, a martyred intellectual, freedom fighter, and language activist. Step by step, the easygoing teenager who wandered in the catkins began to work for the country, for the people. From 1952 to 1971, he walked 56 thousand square miles along the path of melody. My father, Altaf Mahmud, was born on December 23,1933, in Patarchar village of Muladi police station in Barisal. He was the only child of my grandfather, Nezam Ali, and grandmother, Kadbanu. From childhood, Baba's life was in harmony.