Heroes rise and they never fall
In the light of the situation Samad's mother asked him to go and hide while bolting the door to their apartment closed. Samad always had faith in his mother. It was the sort of faith you have when you know a lot about a person. He obliged without any questions. On his very first instinct Samad went to the kitchen and got out the window to climb down the sewerage pipe to the sunshade of another window. Then he sat there.
It was a good thing that Samad had swarthy skin. Under the cover of darkness he became basically invisible. The commotion became much louder after a while as more military personnel started to appear and blast down the doors to each and every apartment. From his vantage point he could see that the army was making a group of civilian men kneel on the road. Instantaneously he knew what was about to happen and he turned around refusing to listen or see.
At dawn he scrambled up to his apartment after the military was gone. He went straight to his parent's room and got out their savings. While passing by the dining room he could not bear to look inside because he feared what he might find. Getting down to the road he started to walk. He would be going to his village home first. He had a portable radio with him. Getting it out he started tuning it to any radio channel that would give out instructions to anyone willing to be a part of the first 'resistance'!
January 25, 2010 11.58 A.M. - Dhaka
Taking another minute and checking his watch Tareq made up his mind. During the lunch break he went to his supervisor's room, found all the incriminating evidence and showed up at the police station.
It is there for a greater reason
My father always says that there is no better feeling in this world than to be honest and he could tell because he had been honest his whole life. I would not admit it in front of him, but I admire him and his ideologies have led me to always strive for excellence because I too would like to be an example for the next generation just as the heroes of 1971 are an example of ours.
August 17, 1971 10.24 P.M. Rajshahi
By Hitoishi Chakma
Conspiracy from Timbuktu
It has come to the attention of the Anti-League of Anti-Conspirators, that there is a conspiracy going on and that ALAC is not involved in it. This has been taken as a grand insult to our egos and as such we demand apologies and we also demand tribute. On another note, our team of super-specialist detectives has figured out the conspiracy through their super-determination and super-effort. Most of which involves staring at walls and clouds and imagining them to be shapes they are, in reality, not.
Our team suffered heavily from the horrible internet connection experienced recently. As such, they took it upon themselves to uncover the cause and bring people to justice even if no person was involved. They headed off to uncover the tampering of the submarine cable.
While on site, they discovered some interesting clues and were able to come to a pretty neat and accurate conclusion. They took out their scuba diving equipment, equipped with gravitation boots to enable them to walk on water, or IN water, whichever was necessary. In another note, they've reported that it's very fun to run along the submarine cable.
Back to our main point. They discovered traces of papers all around the site. Whoever the perpetrators were, they were clearly not very wise. The team was able to follow the traces back to the vandals' initial hideout.
The accumulated reports we received are very disturbing and the readers are warned to steel their heart and brace themselves. Our team was led into a five star hotel in Iceland, where they found further clues- more traces of paper. This time, they detected traces of saw-dust. This even more interesting clue led them on a wild goose chase through Disney Land, where they had quite a lot of fun (they have however advised others against visiting it as it is not worth it). There they stumbled upon a golden necklace. Upon closer inspection, they unfortunately discovered it to be a very good imitation of gold, rather than the real thing itself. However, they were lucky to find a seal on the backside that said it was made in Timbuktu.
And so our intrepid team took the next flight to Timbuktu. There they did found writ in stone, the words of the ancient tribe Teeshoo Paypar. The words were mostly gibberish however, the Team is very good in terms of gibberish. It turned out to be one freaky prophecy. And through that prophecy, we learnt of the secret plan of the Teeshoo Paypar tribe. Of course, before they could report their newfound knowledge to us through their wireless communicators, their equipments were jammed by what they believed to be 'banshee like screams, except slightly muffled'. Very soon, they were overwhelmed by the Teeshoo Paypar tribe.
And it was in that horrible moment, that they horribly realized the true horrible identities of the horrible Teeshoo Paypar tribe. To their horror, they understand the horrible pun on the tribe's horrible name. These horrible ancient tribal creatures were carnivorous, man eating and very horrible. And very hungry. They were… the Man Eating Tissue Papers from Timbuktu.
Thankfully, our specialists are not called specialists for nothing. They all have something special. One of them happens to be a very expert 'burper'. Utilizing superior teamwork skills developed through years and years of multiplayer gaming, they were able to turn predators into prey. Using a combination of flame and gas, they were able to burn the Man Eating Tissue Papers from Timbuktu into little cinders. And victory was theirs.
But, at what cost? We never really knew how many men we sent out there but only three came back. Possibly, we sent only three but, still, who knew? Maybe, we sent more. And who knew what other powers these Man Eating Tissue Papers from Timbuktu had.
Really, at what cost? Someone will have to answer it. The plane fairs, the Disney Land rides, the food, the accommodation, the sanity of those brave three (possibly more) men. We have discovered a terrible force in our midst- The Man Eating Tissue Papers from Timbuktu. They probably have invaded us, already. They have struck our communications system successfully on three occasions when they damaged the submarine cables at three different places.
Our message is that you buy pure non-man-eating tissue papers from Bangladesh when you buy tissue papers. Check the seal and just to be sure, burp on them to remind any potential spy of our potency.
Yet we are just as guilty of racism in a thousand little ways very single day. It creeps up in our language: we say Chinkies to mean Oriental people, kaulas to talk about Africans, and of course, a lot of spleen is vented on Americans, citizens of the same country we line up to get entry into. Funny, isn't it?
This then, is the theme of this Inspector Rebus novel by Ian Rankin. Taking up after Dead Souls, this story starts with the entire Lothian and Borders unit being dismantled and re-delegated to different police stations around Edinburgh. Detective Inspector John Rebus and his trusty sidekick DC Siobhan Clarke find themselves in Gayfield Square, investigating the murder of an illegal immigrant in a rundown part of the town. Added to the mix are two other cases: one of a set of skeletons found buried in the concrete in a cellar near a bar, and the other, where a girl, whose sister had been raped and later committed suicide, has gone missing.
As is usual with the Rebus books, there is a lot of plodding police work, office politics, and littler personal details to bring the story alive. After a certain episode towards the end of Dead Souls, there is a certain amount of friction between Rebus and Clarke, which is not helped by the appearance of Caro Quinn, an artist holding vigil in front of the detention center for the immigrants. As mentioned before, the focus here is racism, and the immigrant issue, and we find not only Rebus, but several of the characters forced to confront and rethink their prejudices. In many ways, it is reminiscent of how characters in the television series Heroes learn to trust one another and work together despite obvious differences.
The novel lacks some of the excitement and suspense of the earlier Rebus books, but the development of relationships between the characters, as well as the particular issues that the book addresses still makes it an interesting read. Also, watch out for artists that Rankin recommends; every Rebus book comes with its own play list. Now that's what I call a complete experience.
By Sabrina F Ahmad
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