~Anidita~ of Love and Desire

Author's Note

It hasn't stopped. July 2024 will forever be remembered as the month when Bangladesh bled.

As if killing students was not enough, they are now picking up people from their HOMES. The police is conducting raids in the middle of the night and taking people away, framing them in fake cases. We don't even know where these people are. During the internet shutdown, a lot of people were killed. Brutally.

I have cried thrice today itself. And I am crying now. Every update I get on this breaks my heart. And there's nothing I can do other than write about it.

The police is checking phones and beating up people who have anything on their phones related to the protests or police brutality. I too might be at risk for sharing information with you all, hence, I have taken necessary precautions.

All of this, whatever's happening, it reminds me of what, until now, I had only read about in books and heard stories about. 1952-1971. Bangladesh, then Purbo Pakistan, has seen this animosity before.

Death. Blood. Dread.

This is what has become of Bangladesh. This is what Bangladesh is seeing and feeling almost every day now.

They killed students. They killed normal civilians who had nothing to do with the protests. They killed kids, literal children, a four year old while she was playing on the roof of her house.

And amidst all this, I'm proud of the students for their courage and bravery. But I wonder how much longer can they hold on? We need your help because the police, the media and even the army isn't with us.