#save dhaka

[ayowotsdis]

If you cannot see your Bangladeshi moots online today it's because the government shut off the internet and call lines amidst the violence they are enacting upon their own student protests. I personally haven't been able to contact my family and friends back home for more than 10 hours.

[leviraaaaaa]

Look what they did to us.

[proudlyperverted]

PLEASE SPREAD THIS!

I am a Citizen of Bangladesh 🇧🇩

This is a plea for help.

On 29th of July 2018 school going students were killed by a reckless bus driver. The students protested with slogans on the same bus stand.

Since then All students of Bangladesh are protesting for safer roads and more strict regulations.

Their intention was never to harm even a single person. Neither it is now.

But today POLICE AND PEOPLE OF CHATRO LEAGUE tortured students with tear shell,shot them with bullets, beat students brutally and raped and abducted some female students (on 2nd August 2018). The students are trying to defend themselves with sticks and tree branches that they've found on the streets.

4 students have been murdered and other 4 female students have been raped. And the Government is sitting there silent. The news channels are denying any such assault.

WE NEED YOUR HELP. PLEASE.

LET THE WORLD KNOW WHAT IS GOING ON IN BANGLADESH . Spread the news throughout all the social medias and email the international medias so that they can personally take a look at it. 🇧🇩

[leviraaaaaa]

My friend (the one in dhaka, in the heart of protest) texted me just now. His exact words were, "I Feel like crying." "I think I'll throw up." Do you know what he saw? A RAB (Rapid Action Battalion) officer, (this squad is known for its brutality), drove a car over a student. The student died. Immediately. Do you know what happened next? The other students who were protesting, enraged and upset by this, in the heat of the moment, took sticks and rocks and brutalized the man to death. In side the car. The driver didn't even have a chance to get out of the car. He was poked by woodsticks and thrown heavy rocks at, his face disfigured in a moment. I wasn't there. But he sent me a video. "I'm so sorry for showing you this, but I don't know how else to explain to you. You need to see what I saw." And I watched. And then I threw up. And I watched again. In the footage, all the kids were obviously students, some even wearing uniforms. their hands were stained with blood. They kept hitting the man over and over and over. In the background, someone was screaming, "Guys stop, he's going to die!" They did not stop. They killed him. They killed a man. I wonder if they will forget this memory in their life. Watching someone die and then murdering someone with their own hands. I've only watched a video and I'm traumatized. I wonder what it was for people who were there. Not even out of school and they watched someone die. Not even out of school and they killed someone. Not even out of school, they will be traumatized for life. Today, if they manage to go home safely, they will able to rest and calm down. And as they wash their hands off blood, it will finally hit them. What they've seen and what they've done. Stop this. Please. Every 5 minutes, I'm texting my friends at Dhaka. Asking, "Are you okay?" When I really mean, "Are you alive?" Stop this. Enough. This is enough. Enough people dead. Our government is cruel. They refuse to acknowledge the martyrs. Instead they're sending police and RAB and BGB and Chatra League to kill us. Tell me, where do we go when police murders? Please help us. Right now our only chance is if the rest of the world gets involved. Please, reblog. Share. Talk about it. Let the world know. Let the world know that our government is massacaring our students. Save lives. I don't want to see one more mother crying beside the body of their children.

[leviraaaaaa]

Can't stop listening to this one song. It goes something like this-

কারার ঐ লৌহকপাট ভেঙে ফেল কর রে লোপাট রক্ত-জমাট শিকল পূজার পাষাণ-বেদী

ওরে ও তরুণ ঈশান বাজা তোর প্রলয় বিষাণ ধ্বংস নিশান উড়ুক প্রাচীর প্রাচীর ভেদি Rough Translation:

Those iron bars of prison Break them down, strike them out Bloodied chains, the stone-alter to worship Oh you! The youths! Blow out your horns of doom Let the flag of carnage soar, through wall to wall

To you. To the people of my country. To every single person who's out there now, fighting against an unjust system. You bleed and you ache, yet you do not kneel. You run through the streets and scream for justice. You pick up your sticks and stones and stand against guns and bullets. You do not cower, you do not fear. It's extraordinary. It's extraordinary what you do. It's extraordinary the courage you possess, the bravery, the spirit. I am proud. I am proud that I speak the tongue you do. I am proud that I have shared the same soil as yours. I am proud. I see it on the news. Everyday. More dead. More injured. More arrested. I see it again the next day. And the day after that. And I am shocked, I am speechless, I am filled with utter pride and respect because I know you will not stop. You will not stop until every drop of blood is paid for, every last corpse answered for. How arrantly foolish our Government is. How witless do you have to be to not learn your lesson? They think violence is the solution for everything. They think if they can just drop a couple bodies, spill a little blood, send a few behind the bars, it'll all calm down. That we're just a couple of defenseless kids. And that does work. Fear is great. Fear will pump through your blood and incapacitate you. You can use fear to break an entire nation. But only for so long. Fear is great. But rage is greater. 1952, 1969, 1971.

History testifies.

Justice will prevail.

[leviraaaaaa]

Death toll: 30 or more. From today evening, they will start firing real bullets instead of rubber ones. God forbid, tonight, many mothers will lose their child. And our honorable PM, Sheikh Hasina, is fleeing to Spain. Oh my dear country, how I love you. How I love your people. But why is your soil drenched with blood, I wonder? Why, is that a corpse I see on the water? Is that not a child, with blood on his hand? What have they done to you? To your people?