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Commenting on the Bangladesh government’s claim that three million Bengalis were killed during the military operation that Pakistan Army started in March 1971, Sarmila Bose in her ‘Death Reckoning’ writes that history of Bangladesh is the history written by the victors of war.


While falsifying the highly exaggerated Bangladeshi and Indian claims about the deaths of Bengalis, Bose in her monumental work on the 1971 war notes that the only group whose killing could qualify the definition of genocide were non-Bengali residents of East Pakistan.

According to the whitepaper published in March 1971, around one hundred thousand non-Bengalis were killed in various parts of East Pakistan till that time. However, the later estimates based on the post-April counting suggest that the total number of non-Bengalis killed by Mukti Bahini was around two hundred and fifty thousand.













While sporadic killing of non-Bengalis took place all across the former East Pakistan, their mass massacres took place particularly in Jessore, Isherdee, Chandragona Paper Mills of Chittagong, Admajee Jute Mills of Narayanganj and Santahar of Rashahi. In remembrance of the martyrs of these massacres, The Express Tribune presents accounts of a few survivors.

How Mukti Bahini ‘cleansed’ Santahar of non-Bengalis

Haji Ehsanullah was 19 years old when his neighbourhood in Loco West was attacked by a Bengali mob on March 26. He says he along with his father, mother and wife jumped into a relative’s house and hid in a bathroom.

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“When the attackers were gone, we first went to a graveyard and spend the night there. The coming days were spent in Ghorahaat, Santahar Railway Station and Station Colony,” he adds.

Ehsanullah remembers how on the morning of April 17, the Mukti Bahini launched its final assault against the unarmed residents of the colony.

“When the attack started, my parents asked me to run away. I covered my face with a kerchief and went out holding a metal rod in my hand,” he says, adding that the massacre was in full swing and he saw Bengali men throwing little children into the adjoining pond. “I was also stopped by a group of Bengalis who wanted to kill me, but a man, Aakaash, intervened and said that he knew me and that I was a Bengali.”

He says Aakaash’s colleagues were not much convinced and one of the group members gave me a shovel to dig out a grave. “I started digging a ditch while my people were being killed. I frantically kept digging.”
Ehsanullah says the same Bengali, Aakaash, again came to him in the afternoon, offered him some food and gave him address of his sister, who lived in the town of Ontahar.

Ehsanullah says he somehow managed to get to that place, where he was given refuge until arrival of Pakistan Army on April 22. “When I returned to Santahar, in search of my family, I could not find my parents, but my wife was alive. The killers had slit her neck but she had survived as the wound was not deep enough,” he adds.

Dr Jameel Akhtar, who now lives in Shah Faisal Colony of Karachi, says his entire family – comprising his parents and 10 siblings – was killed in the April 16 massacre at Railway Colony.

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“I was among the youngest kids of my parents. When the attack started at around 4am, we hugged each other. But my parent asked me to escape and clad me in a lungi and vest. My mother also gave me her gold jewellery which I hid in a fold in my lungi.”

Dr Jameel says when the attackers reached their house, his elder brother opened the door. “I was standing behind him. I saw them killing my brother right in front of my eyes.”

He says he ran out from the backside of his house. “I rushed to the railway station but saw a Bengali railway officer, Jalal Guard, prowling there with a spear in his hand. I ran from there but I soon found myself in front of another group of killers.”

Dr Jameel says he tried to convince the Mukti Bahini men that he was also a Bengali but they did not believe him. “They were about to hit me when I had an idea. I brought out the jewellery from my lungi and threw it in front of them. The killers instantly started vying for the gold, giving me an opportunity to escape.”

Forgotten pages: The martyrs of Naogaon Cantonment

Dr Jameel says he then started moving towards Naogaon. “But on that way, I encountered with another group of killers who had put on display half a dozen human heads. They asked me who I was. I told them that I am a Bengali. The asked me as to what was the slogan for that day. On my way, I had seen a slogan written on the walls. I told them it’s ‘Amar Desh, Tumar Desh, Bangladesh, Bangladesh’. I was fortunate, they let me go,” he says.

Bilquis, who now lives in Karachi’s Orangi Town, was a married woman with three children in 1971. She says when the Bengalis started attacking different neighbourhoods, her husband decided to move along with the family to the factory of Gramophone beri-wala.

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“Here the hooligans of Mukti Bahini came and picked up men who were often slaughtered outside the factory. My husband was also among those who was killed outside that premises,” she reminisces.
Bilquis says despite all the killings in and outside the factory, she and her family remained in that building until April 17 when Bengalis asked them to move to the Railway Colony.

“I along with other women was being driven to the station when a Bengali man, who knew my husband and called me her sister, came to me and told me in whispers that I should not go to the station as all people were being killed there,” she says.

“The other Bengalis were not ready at first to allow me to go with him but he somehow managed to convince them. He later took me to his family, who gave refuge to me.”

Bilquis says the other women who had left the factory with her were brought to a pond where they were slaughtered. “I was, however, fortunate that I remained safe and also found my children alive,” she adds.

Irfan Ulllah Siddiqui was a little kid when his family was massacred in the Station Colony on April 17.

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“My family comprised my parents, six daughters and three brothers. All of them were killed. I was 6-year-old at that time and managed to survive as I hid beneath the bodies of my family members,” he recalls, adding that it was many days after the massacre that he was discovered by her aunt who lived in Saidpur and had come in search of survivors of her family.

Muhammad Qurban, who now lives in Karachi’s Malir area, was 19 years old in March 1971. He was among the people who buried the victims of the March 27 killing at Chaibagan Mosque.
“My family had moved to the railway station after this attack. However, on April 2, I left the station and somehow reached Naogaon,” he recalls, adding that he stayed at Naogaon until the arrival of the Pakistan Army.

“When I returned to the station in search of my family I could not find them anywhere. Survivors told me that my entire family, including my parents and five siblings, had been hacked,” he says.

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Ashraf now works as a tailor at Karachi’s Orangi Town. He was very young when the turmoil started in Kalsagram. “My father, who was in the police, never returned after March 26. I can’t tell the exact place but my mother was also killed during the massacre,” he narrates his ordeal.

Ashraf says he was later shifted to some other location along with 50 to 60 children who were taken care of by some Bengalis. “These children were later rescued by the Pakistan Army. My elder sister lived in Dhaka. She found me in the army’s protection and took me along to Dhaka,” he adds.

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R Umaima Ahmed

East Pakistan in March/April 1971. Shahid was a Lieutenant at that time, this is his narrative, personal experience of the war and as a Prisoner of War recalling:

“After landing at Dacca the unit spent two days there to acclimatize and then moved to Barisal for operational duty. Some troops were dropped by helicopter while the rest went by ferry.” Shahid was the Company Officer and Major Nadir Pervez, Sitara e Jurat and Bar was the company commander. Soon after arrival they were deployed to clear Barisal and surroundings of MuktiBahini; they would spend the whole day in clearing the pockets of resistance and it was almost a wartime operation of clearing and avoiding loss to own troops.

Jan further shared, “The MuktiBahini were active in that area with the advantage of knowing the terrain, language and population, and they constantly kept firing on our troops. On one occasion I was with the leading troops when the MuktiBahini pinned us down, I got up and made a dash towards them shouting for my troops to follow me, they soon grappled me down to the ground and after that someone was always ready to take the lead and would not let me charge the MuktiBahinis.”

Major Nadir Pervez SJ Bar, was my OC and that gave me greater confidence to undertake such missions. Barisal, Faridpur, Jessore and upto Khulna was in our area. By November 1971 we were concentrated in Kali Ganj north of Jessore, war was imminent and this was one of the areas where the Indians were expected to attack in an attempt to break through. The Indians attempted an excursion into our territory and captured some area in Jessore, an attack to dislodge the Indians did not succeed and our unit was re-inducted in the theatre to evict the Indians. Around the end of November (21 or 22) we launched an attack on the Indian troops who put up stiff resistance with the aid of air and tanks; I with my troops managed to out flank the Indians and go behind them, resulting in a heavy fire fight; our troops fought with valor and we managed to dislodge the enemy from their position after almost a whole day of fighting. This action and its result saw me being awarded the Sitara e Jurat.

We stayed there in defensive posture till the war broke out. However the Indians were able to exploit the gaps in our defenses and infiltrate with the aim to mass up and reach Dacca. We kept fighting for six to seven days continuously with small arms as we had run out of other ammunition, while the Indians had Air and Artillery fire to attempt to break our defense and enter the area. We Alhamdolillah were able to contain their moves, even though they had almost a Division strength in front of us, yet our troops put up a brave fight and kept them at bay. In the meanwhile on December 15, we got the news that there would be a cease fire with effect from 15th. Later we learned that there is to be a surrender, and Dacca had already surrendered. This was hard to bear, however a day after the fall of Dacca we also followed suit! However all ranks were badly disillusioned that if this was to be done, it could have been done earlier, as the odds were never in our favor, that would have saved the loss of blood, weapons and territory.

During the talks between the Indian officers and our CO to negotiate the laying down of arms, the Indian officer asked about who was in command of our troops and when told it was me, he said how did you manage to keep us at bay without ammunition and fire support, because the only thing we heard was Allah hu Akbar from one end to the other of the defense layout!

We were not mentally ready to surrender and all ranks took it with a heavy heart, we feel that with a little reinforcement and replenishment of arms and ammunition, which would have been easy for HQ’s to provide, we could have held on against the Indian assault for much longer.

After surrender, we were gathered together and made to mount trucks while being given the impression that we were headed to West Pakistan; after almost a day’s journey we stopped at a place near Calcutta from where we boarded a train which brought us to Chiriguri near Nepal. A little later we reached FatehGarh and that is when we realized that we were being kept in a camp and were Prisoners of War!

Camp life was like a military life, since we were together as a unit, we could maintain the routine without any issues since we all knew everyone in the unit. So it was like cantonment routine of physical training, games, rest and recreation.

Life in camp was really miserable, and unbearable, especially when night fell, as we had nothing to do. The daily staple food was daal (pulse) and when we came back to Pakistan most of us forbade our families to cook daal for a long time. The senior and married officers along with troops were more distressed as they had thoughts of their families, kids, and issues related to family life, whereas we young bachelors did not have such kind of worries; which in hindsight seems surreal!

It was here that we made a plan to dig a tunnel which is a story in itself, the tunnel was seven feet deep, three by two feet inside, and 150 or so feet long, which we dug using kitchen and dining knives. It was a tough task, in the pitch darkness in the tunnel , lack of air, suffocation etc.

It took all our wits to dodge the Indians and their surprise Roll Calls, but finally in about seven months we did manage to get the tunnel dug and five officers went through and managed to escape including Major Nadir Pervez, they returned to Pakistan through Nepal and Burma. After the escape, the Indians came down hard upon us, and I was one of the officers to face tough interrogation; after this I along with few other officers suspected of having a part in the tunnel scheme, were shifted to Agra jail POW Camp.

It was in Agra that we learned that some efforts were underway to take the POW’s back home, and it was in the end of November 1973 that we were put in a train which had barbed wire strung all round it and it took us to Attari on the Indian side of the Wagha border, from where we were made to walk across to Pakistan though Wagha.

It was a pleasant surprise for us to see a nice welcome in contrast to what we had thought of that we would be received with a hail of rotten tomatoes! There was a nice tea arranged while the paperwork was completed, since it was the month of Ramzan and I was fasting, I had to forego the good cup of tea! However it was a very good break from the almost three years of war and captivity in East Pakistan and captivity eating watery dal and often having to go hungry.

We were posted to different units as our original units were disbanded pending re-raising after proceduralarrangements. Later when the units were re-raised we were reunited with our mates and troops and restarted life as a unit once again. No one can understand how we spent our life in East Pakistan where behind us was the MuktiBahini and in front of us were the Indian Army, it is only the people on ground who have borne the brunt of the mutiny, civil war and actual war, know what really happened in East Pakistan .

Talking about one good and one not so good memory that Shahid carries from that time, he said that the shock and pain of surrender is the worst thing that happened to him and the others, and it is still fresh with them even after a lapse of 45 years.

The good memory of the time is that they fought till the last minute, and the second that they had challenged the Indians that we will escape, and we did that. Books have been written about this escape and it is a good memory, even though I did not get out due to many reasons five did escape and that is a great achievement!
 
Niazi was eager to surrender even though many junior officers begged him not to do so.
 

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