Bangladesh created history by cruising to a five-wicket win against Pakistan at the Sher-e-Bangla National Cricket Stadium on Wednesday to storm into the final of Micromax Asia Cup T20 2016.
But this victory is more than the game of cricket. In fact, the episode is rather surreal.
The Tigers were carrying the momentum on their side almost throughout the match from the beginning and were looking steady at 104/4 with 26 required off 16.
But by resulting in a dramatic turnaround at the crunch time of the game, Mohammad Amir almost snatched the match away from the hosts. Though out of form, Shakib Al Hasan’s stay in the middle does make a difference. But Mohammad Amir cleaned him up in the 18th over.
The fans stood up, the roar made it look like a war front when the image of Sheikh Mujibur Rahman alias ‘Bangabandhu’ appeared on the giant screen The image earlier appeared during Pakistan’s innings as well but the timing of his arrival evoked history.
Bangabandhu Sheikh Mujibur Rahman was the founding leader of Bangladesh. He fought the Liberation War in 1971 against Pakistan. The revolution resulted in the independence of the People’s Republic of Bangladesh against Pakistan military who launched Operation Searchlight.
This is now a popular belief among the general people of Bangladesh that their team’s historic win over Pakistan on Wednesday to win Asia Cup final berth has also brought back old memories — of freedom and independence.
Original Post: Jannatul Naym
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and lifted its whisper to my thirsty lips:
maybe it was the voice of the rain crying,
a cracked bell, or a torn heart.
Something from far off it seemed
deep and secret to me, hidden by the earth,
a shout muffled by huge autumns,
by the moist half-open darkness of the leaves.
Wakening from the dreaming forest there, the hazel-sprig
sang under my tongue, its drifting fragrance
climbed up through my conscious mind
as if suddenly the roots I had left behind
cried out to me, the land I had lost with my childhood—
and I stopped, wounded by the wandering scent.”
:: Lost in the Forest ::