This is a Digital Library working with the 'collection, maintenance and public viewing' of the historical documents regarding the Bangladesh Liberation War, Genocide of Innocent Bengali People in 1971 and contemporary political events of Bangladesh.

More than three million Bengalis were killed and half a million Bengali women were raped by Pakistan Military Forces, Biharis, Jamat-I-Islami, Islami Chatra Shangha (Now Islam-I-Chatra Shibir), Muslim League, Nezam-I-Islami Party, Razakars, Al-Shams, Al-Badr, Peace Committee, Muzahid Bahini during the nine months long Liberation War of Bangladesh in 1971.

The Exeter South Asia Centre of the College of Humanities of the University of Exeter listed ‘Muktijuddho e-Archive’ as a source for Research materials.

The University of Exeter is a public research university located in Exeter, Devon, South West England, United Kingdom.
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Bangladesh : A Brutal Birth - Kishor Parekh

Bangladesh : A Brutal Birth

Kishor Parekh

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Kishor Parekh came to Bangladesh with no presumption that he would annotate the genocide. Or explain the exodus, or show the spirit of a people or record the hallelujah of the homecoming. He went to find out why it happened. How it happened and. Above all, to see for himself what stange hope drove a hopeless people on the Pakistani solders have made sure that every street corner and every swamp in Bangladesh will bear its own memorial. That every family for generations will have its own tale to tell of a sacrificial offering to freedom.
What comes out of this book. In its four major sections, is the utter meaninglessness of it all. We have seen before pictures of a raped woman_ but the face of the Bengali woman that parekh shot for the first section is the face of one who now lives in a world where neither forgiveness nor pain nor memory can ever enter. It is a face at the very edge of suffering a suffering denied its own understanding.
The family of refugees is caught as if the photographer had been privileged to keep his camera open on a nightmare this family lacks even the innate cohesiveness that binds people together in flight. Not only do they have no direction as a group. But each one of them. In the way in which a leg is seen raised as if walking on its own. Suggests that theirs is a world without a center. Or perhaps they have seen so many dismembered legs they are no longer sure for how many miles more they can call. Their legs their own. This the story of the ultimate dispossession.
Contrast however, the picture in the section on the renewal of the liberation struggle, which shows a group of Mukti Bahini youth. Note the eyes of the old man earlier in the book. Between the two pictures lies not a generation gap but the essence of the difference¬ between despair and renewal. The young men with their rifles have no certainty of victory –only the certainty that they can now live no other way.
The section on liberation that ends this saga is exactly as it must have been for those who had left Bangladesh with no hope of return, we will remember not the feet walking on a field of flowers, but the family arriving near their hut. And there, crouching, a young girl who as long as she lives will search for the killer in the dark.

These photographs describe the shudder of nine months lived at zero level.