Amid the Nineteen Seventy One(Ridwan) 1971, a hell in Bangladesh. Lots of people gave up the ghost on the eve of sardonic genocide. The nefarious greyhounds started to show a macabre lust for blood. Many people fled outside of the loving motherland in quest of a safe shelter. The heroes quashed a rebellion against all the tyrannies of the innocents to protect the mother land. By their valor, their blood. The liberation war was begun.

I'm going to tell a story about a family of five members who lived in a village. There were two brothers and sisters who studied at the schools and college in the tone. The house holder (Father) did his walk of life as a government clerk. The elder brother used to be a history teacher at a college. The family decided to flee at a safe place for getting redemption of any darkened jeopardy.

One day at a dead of night, when every side or direction became calm and torpid. A hard knock was fallen on the door. Father and the two brothers woke up hearing the sound. Their heart started throbbing hearing the sound. A groaning like a hungry hyena came from outside the door. The little sister cowered in fear. Father put his feet on the floor to open the door. They saw the hungry hyenas making horrible sounds for a hunt. The rogues penetrated the machine paw (Bayonet) into the heart of father. They opened fire on the bodies, the little sister and the mother who was going to give birth to a nymph. The two brothers ran from the back door in the blink of an eye. The ghouls ran behind to catch them, but they vanished in the dark.

The mob brothers decided to give their all for their motherland, for their father, mother and sisters. They went to war.

It was a melancholic afternoon, when the sun appeared a red color in the dusk. The vultures were flying to and fro for a chance. Every side or direction was trembled by the fierce noises of firing. People of the residents were bustling around in fear. The two brothers were fighting heart and soul from taking cover behind a rock. They were enjoying feed the thorns (Bullets) to those cravens (enemies). But a fireball pierced on the cranium of the elder brother and he fell on the ground. The little brother’s blood boiled seeing that. He tumbled on the ground and furiously came near those swine. They threw their venom to him. He fell but didn't lose his spirit. He stood up and jumped on the enemy base and the cravens became afraid. He terminated the bloodsucker cougars by killing himself through the bomb attack. The red sunlight fell on the green field and mixed with the blood. Every side or direction became cool as cucumber.
The blue eyed Brothers sacrificed their lives for their land. There were lots of greathearted sons like them who brought the great liberation to our country by their heroic deeds. You will be remained as the emblem of greatness forever in our sacrosanct land. We will never ever forget you. You are our proud, our vanity.

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