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martyred President Ziaur Rahman, is known as the Shepherd King of Bengal. I saw Zia very closely. Millions of salutations and tributes are being paid to this great man today, on his 42nd martyrdom anniversary. Zia passed away at a time when Bangladesh's fractured political and social conditions were on the rise. At that moment, some dangerous army members of this country brutally killed the shepherd king Ziaur Rahman of Bengal. If he had lived for just 7 more years, maybe our golden Bangladesh would have been filled with gold. We didn't have to go abroad to look for labor jobs. We used to need working laborers in our country; it doesn't happen anymore. It's our misfortune. The way I saw Zia and heard her talk are some of her memories. I was very young, and I was very excited. At that time, only the names Zia and Zia were on the lips of big people. Hearing the name of Zia from those respected people, I was curious and thought, "People are so crazy about Zia Zia; who is this Zia? Village people used to talk, and I used to listen. They used to say that despite having 20 bighas of property, people had to go without food. It is known that the reason is that the yield of Aush Aman Boro paddy on the land was very insignificant. It was difficult to meet the annual rice expenses of a family with the crops that were produced. Even if two or three maunds of paddy were produced on one bigha of land, it would repeat itself on the land. By doing this, people will sell paddy from where they will meet the other expenses of the family. Because of this, people had a lot of trouble. Rakhal Raja Zia started researching what could be done for the farmers of Bangladesh by thinking about the plight and suffering of the people.

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Mia Md. Shamsher Noor Khokon

Some memories of martyred President Ziaur Rahman

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Our golden Bangladesh

martyred President Ziaur Rahman, is known as the Shepherd King of Bengal. I saw Zia very closely. Millions of salutations and tributes are being paid to this great man today, on his 42nd martyrdom anniversary. Zia passed away at a time when Bangladesh's fractured political and social conditions were on the rise. At that moment, some dangerous army members of this country brutally killed the shepherd king Ziaur Rahman of Bengal. If he had lived for just 7 more years, maybe our golden Bangladesh would have been filled with gold. We didn't have to go abroad to look for labor jobs. We used to need working laborers in our country; it doesn't happen anymore. It's our misfortune. The way I saw Zia and heard her talk are some of her memories. I was very young, and I was very excited. At that time, only the names Zia and Zia were on the lips of big people. Hearing the name of Zia from those respected people, I was curious and thought, "People are so crazy about Zia Zia; who is this Zia? Village people used to talk, and I used to listen. They used to say that despite having 20 bighas of property, people had to go without food. It is known that the reason is that the yield of Aush Aman Boro paddy on the land was very insignificant. It was difficult to meet the annual rice expenses of a family with the crops that were produced. Even if two or three maunds of paddy were produced on one bigha of land, it would repeat itself on the land. By doing this, people will sell paddy from where they will meet the other expenses of the family. Because of this, people had a lot of trouble. Rakhal Raja Zia started researching what could be done for the farmers of Bangladesh by thinking about the plight and suffering of the people. For this reason, he established good relations with different countries around the world. Once he imported from abroad Eri rice seeds because of his talent. Beer 11 seeds, Chinese seeds, and a few more He spread all those seeds through the Ministry of Agriculture among the farmers of Bangladesh. In the first year, the farmers of Bangladesh produced a bumper crop. In this, the farmers of Bangladesh get something like Alauddin's lamp or Harry Potter's magic wand. One bigha in the 33rd century One bigha of land exceeded the production of 33 maunds of rice! The production of one maund of paddy per century revolutionized the whole of Bangladesh. This is a surprising thing. That is why it is said that the soil of our country is purer than gold. No matter how much people eat rice, it is as if there are no people to eat rice. President Ziaur Rahman imported plow machines from abroad to irrigate agricultural fields and imported tractors for plowing land, which made it easier for farmers to grow crops. The water irrigation system was eliminated. He used to enter the farmer's yard in disguise. He wanted to know if there were lemon trees, chickens, cows, and goats in the house. If not, he would give directions. He used to explain to the farmer family like this: "If you had a lemon tree in your house or if you had chickens, I have come to your house today as a guest. I will eat a handful of rice in your house, so what will you give me to eat? If you plant a vegetable garden in the abandoned land around the house, you will see that hospitality is done, and you will get extra income for your family. Farmer families used to say that they had lemon trees, chickens, cows, and calves. Those farmers used to call the family Zia, and then they brought a lemon, a local chicken egg, and two green chillies. They are very hungry and will eat a handful of rice. Many peasant families used to ask Zia, "Who is your father? Zia used to say, without introducing himself, I came from the city for a job. I have other people with me; they are a little far away. I was hungry, and I thought your house was a little closer, so I thought to eat a handful of rice.

Hat Bazar village

Zia's security personnel and bodyguards wanted to go with him, but he did not take them with him; he used to move freely in the grounds of Hat Bazar village, Ganj, alone. Zia used to tell his bodyguards that even if I roamed all over Bangladesh for 24 hours, people would not do anything to me or beat me. Zia had entered thousands of places all over Bangladesh under such a disguise. No one could have known about the disguise. It was true, but much later. Rakhal Raja Zia said rightly, "The people did not kill him; can the people kill such a Rakhal Raja? Zia is so engrained in people's hearts that they love it, a love no human on earth has the power to erase. Sometimes people try to vilify the name Jiya. Why do they do it? So that people hate Zia. Zia is the founder of a party. If they can make Zia look bad in the eyes of people, they think, his party's supporters will decrease, etc. In fact, it is not; Zia will be disappointed, and Satyakar's people will accept it; it is their wrong idea. There is no man in the world who cannot say that he has never made a mistake. But Zia's mistake is still not known by the common people. We do not accept any killing, no matter who it is. On August 15, 1975, the deviant army members carried out the worst massacre in history at house number 11 in Dhanmondi. 26 members of Bangabandhu's family, including Bangabandhu, were killed. The killers did not spare the pregnant woman and the 11-year-old baby Russell! Another heinous massacre in history was carried out on May 30, 1981. This murder was also carried out by wayward army members. Rakhal Raja Zia, along with his numerous bodyguards and security guards, were killed. Hate has no language.