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The Walls My Father Built in Comilla

A survivor’s silence, a son’s search for meaning. It began with a silence that never really ended.My father was the lone survivor of a massacre in Comilla, then East Pakistan, now Bangladesh. Two hundred people died that day — colleagues, friends, students, and among them my young maternal uncle, Amin. After that, he stopped seeing people. He never again entered a hospital or clinic. Even the…