Where We Live

It was early in the morning on Friday, after completing my Fazar prayer, I was going to the Saydabad to receive my father who was coming to Dhaka from my native village Ramgong to take proper treatment from a specialist. On the way when I had reached at Bashaboo Bishawroad beside the Khilgaon Fly Over at that time my father phoned me and I started talking to him.

At that time suddenly, a group of boys with 6 or 7 members whose average age may be 13 or 15, attacked me with sharp knives, and other terrible tools that were unknown to me. One of them punched in my head from my behind, another chased my mobile phone from my hand, someone hunted my money bag from my pocket and others caught my mouth and arms tightly. On the time a boy from the team, provably he was the team leader of that team, kept a sharp knife in my neck and threated me if I shouted for helping he would divide my head from my body or cut off any part of my body. Hearing the threatening of the boy I was too afraid to shout. So, without making any sound I had given them my all valuable things. When they chased my all valuable things, at that time I requested them to pay me the sim card of my mobile, national ID card and my University’s ID card, they did not return those things but one of them kicked in my behind and used many slang words that I had never expected from them.With sorrowful mind I went to Saydabad on foot. After two hours I found my father with great difficulties who was almost laying down beside the road for his great illness and at that time his condition was so much serious. Many people saw his terrible condition but nobody helped him. So, without making any hurry I rented a texi cab and took him in Islami Bank Central Hospital at Kakrail. Then I got admitted him in the hospital under a specialist and phoned my relatives. After sometimes they came here and heard the misfortune from mine. At last they condolence me and looked after my father. 

Now I am thinking myself, where do we live? Is it an independent country? And is it the condition of an independent nation where there is no freedom to live, no right to get help from others; even in the last moment of our life. I gain much pain to think us as an independent nation.