Childhood Stories Part-1

I was born in a military family back in 1973. The day I was born, the then Havildar AB Siddique and Mrs Hafiza Siddique got a new identity which most couple in this world waits to receive. As they became parents and I being their first child, I was given an extra value by both of them. My Father was a soldier then and my mother being a home maker, found a new space in me for their togetherness and bonding. It was 16 May in that year when I was registered a newborn in the register of Combined Military Hospital, Dhaka and my journey in this world started thereon.

I born in a time and a land that was very hard and devastated. It was because, the nation just got liberated from the claw of a tyrant government of West-Pakistan about one and half an year ago. As I learned about those days in the process of time, the price paid for this independence was unprecedented in the history of mankind. The cruelties of them caused the lives of 3,000,000 (Three million) people within just a little less than 9 months time and yes that is the price given for the independence of my motherland.  My father was an active fighter who joined the fight all by himself after fleeing from his duty post to India where he was endorsed by the freedom fighter organizers.