Md. Dulal

Md. Dulal was born in Chargutia village, Rupbabu's Hat Union, Jazira Thana, Shariatpur district. From his childhood, he used to farm with his father. To cover his educational expenses, he also drove a van alongside farming. Being extremely talented, he dreamed of achieving great things from his childhood. He worked tirelessly day and night to alleviate his parents' hardship. He completed his primary education in his own village. Later, he came to Dhaka with the hope of getting secondary and higher education. There, he supported his own education by tutoring and also provided financial assistance to his family. Despite being a child of an extremely poor family, he struggled through the realities of life and moved forward to fulfill his dreams.
Life and Times
Shaheed Dulal lived his life as a bank officer. He was working as an Assistant Manager at Standard Bank. He lived in a rented house in the government colony of Azimpur with his wife, two children, and parents. His wife is also a working woman. She is employed as a teacher in a private school. Shahid Dulal's five brothers live in the village. Among them, four brothers earn their living by farming, and another brother is an auto-rickshaw driver. It can be said that all the brothers are financially insolvent. All the sisters are married, and they are also financially backward. Dulal was the only one in a good position. Dulal helped everyone in the family, including his brothers and sisters, as much as he could. He thought about everyone from his childhood. Having grown up with great difficulty, he also dreamed about his own children. He had a great desire to have a house of his own. With that dream, he bought a piece of land in his district's village home. But a bullet shattered all his dreams. Before the dream house could be built, he drank the nectar of martyrdom.
Opinions of Loved Ones About the Martyr
From childhood, he had a connection with the soil. He was the soul mate of his loved ones. Dulal was always the first to be there in times of danger. Reaching the peak of his dreams, he did not forget his uneducated, hardworking brothers in the village. He deeply respected and loved his parents and kept them close to him. His neighbors, friends, classmates, relatives, and his teachers all say in one voice that Dulal was an extremely responsible person. His younger brother, talking about him, says, "Brother was a very responsible person. He always inquired about us. He maintained a balanced relationship with everyone. He especially respected the elders of the village. My brother used to treat everyone, big and small, well. Not only us, but he would also come forward to help anyone in distress. He provided maximum assistance to us brothers and sisters in any emergency. My parents were also pleased with my brother." From this, it is easy to understand what kind of person Shaheed Dulal was. The taste of new freedom that we are enjoying today is the fruit of their sacrifice. May the Bangladesh of the future respectfully remember these brave warriors.
Context of the Movement
After Eid-ul-Azha, all the people are rushing towards their workplaces. The joy of Eid-ul-Azha had not yet completely ended. Thirty-five universities were closed simultaneously. The teachers were on work stoppage. The government had no concern about this. The students' semester final exams were ahead. During this work stoppage of the teachers, the students became aware of their rights. They want evaluation of merit. Not quota, merit. This is what they want. The movement started around this want. The autocrat did not value this want of the youth. Rather, he ridiculed the grandchildren of the freedom fighters. The movement began. The DU campus was filled with slogans. On the lips of the students; Wanted rights/Became Razakars; Who am I? Who are you?/Razakar, Razakar. Who said? Who said? Autocrat! Autocrat!!
In the past fifteen years of misrule, the word 'Razakar' was the main weapon of fascism and its collaborators. Taking the risk of the entire state machinery becoming the enemy of the DU students, they rendered the weapon of fascism useless. The biggest weapon of fascism broke down in an instant. How much pain, anger, and frustration came from this word. Through the July mass uprising, Bangladesh created history.
How He Became a Martyr
On July 19, 2024, when students across the country were busy with programs on the streets demanding the realization of the anti-discrimination student movement, the police force in uniform severely attacked them. The soldiers engaged in the work of giving justice to the people started firing indiscriminately. During this time, numerous students were shot, and many were seriously injured. Dulal had been by the side of the students since the beginning of the movement. Coming from an extremely poor and struggling family, Dulal knew that hundreds of thousands of young people like him have been deprived of their rights for so many years. Either quota or money. Those who have neither of these seem to have no right to live. What a cruel irony! Here the question arises, was the country liberated in 1971 to see such a day! Like other days, on the 19th, at approximately 5 pm, Dulal left the bank and started on his way home. On his way to Azimpur Colony, there was only the sound of gunfire all around. A bullet pierced the left side of Dulal's chest and exited through the back. He immediately fell to the ground. There was still gunfire all around. Students were busy running around in a scattered state. Lying uncared for on the ground, Dulal's body began to bleed profusely. Seeing his condition, the surrounding students, with the help of more people, took him to Dhaka Medical College Hospital. But the doctor on duty declared him dead after seeing him. He achieved the glory of martyrdom.
Martyr's Family
With the martyrdom of Md. Dulal, his family members have fallen into financial problems. He was the only self-reliant person in the family. Among his two children, the son is 7 years old, and the daughter is 3 years old. His wife is a working woman. The major portion of the income is spent on house rent. Still, the future of his elderly parents and his children is threatened. His poor brothers and sisters were solely dependent on him. But losing him today, they are totally helpless now. A bullet from the police snatched away a son from his father, a husband from his wife, and the support of old age from helpless elderly parents. The only demand of the martyr's family is that those who killed their brother in this way should be found and brought to justice through the law. Those who made them do these things should also be punished on the soil of Bangladesh. The people of this country should see and understand how terrible the punishment for doing wrong deed is.