From immortal Twenty First (Ekush) February 1952 is the Independence of Bangladesh. This fact is the word of all, small, big, rich, poor, educated, not educated, politicians, government or nongovernmental personnel, teachers and students, in other words people of all layers.

Twenty First of February, 1952 is the most memorable event in my life. That day, to place the demand to the central government of Pakistan for declaring Bengali to be one of the state languages of Pakistan a number of students and public lost their lives to the police firing at Dhaka Medical College Hostel compound. For that unkind police firing Twenty First of February has become the most notable historic event and the singular base for independence of Bangladesh. Twenty First of February, 1952 was not a gift or charity from any body. It was the result of undue subjugation policy that led to the creation of Twenty First of February. On Twenty First of February, 1952 from 11 am to 3 pm. there was serious scuffle between the police and students. Police had club in their hand, tear gas shell and gun. The students were within the Medical College Hostel compound surrounded by police. The students had pieces of bricks picked up from the hostel compound. There was one whole brick pile meant for use in repair work of the barracks in the compound. At 3 p.m. I picked up a whole brick from the pile and went out of the barbed wire gate on to the road and threw hard on to the police. In rage the police en mass came running and entered the hostel compound and mercilessly beat up the students. They were driven out of the hostel compound in 10 minutes. At around 3.10 pm as per instruction of the District Magistrate and order by the SP three policemen took position kneeling with guns aimed at us. At that moment, three of us the students, Shahjahan on my left and Abul Barakat on my right took position on the eastern front of four feet wide verandah of Barrak No. 12, which nearest, about 30 feet, from the three police in position for shooting. They started shooting at 3.15 pm. They shot 22 rounds of bullets at us. A good number of bullets (about 15) passed above my head and by the side of both ears. On my right, Abul Barakat, was hit by one bullet on his upper left groin. He fell down on the hostel verandah. Blood was gushing out from the wound as if from a pipe. In few seconds a part of verandah was flooded with his blood, with white foam. He tried to drag himself backward with a painfu 'Ah' sound. Instantly, I dropped from my two hands the two half bricks and took him on my lap. My dress was soaked with his blood. Instantly, Shahjahan joined me and we lifted him to our chest level. Two other students, who came running from rear and joined us. He was rushed to the hospital by Shahjahan and those two students. Barakat was operated, but he died at night. He became a martyr. Miraculously, I got saved. From that day Twenty First of February is the company of my memory. I can never forget that day.

By recognizing the event The United Nations declared Twenty First of February as the International Mother Tongue Day. Every year nearly two hundred countries around the world observe Twenty First of February as the International Mother Tongue Day.

In my life my mother, motherland and mother tongue are very lovable. For that reason I have written many poems on mother, mother tongue and motherland and translated them into English as well. I have compiled selected poems in Bengali and published in 2017. This book is the English version of that book.