“Forgive me for any hurt I may have caused you” — these were the last words my father ever spoke to me. There was nothing unusual about it; this was how we always parted ways when months separated our next meeting. I responded with the same words, “Forgive me for any mistakes I have made.” But then he said something that deeply upset me, in a voice lower than usual: “I may not see you again.” I immediately lost my composure and replied, “Oh come on, don’t be so dramatic! I’ll be back in two months to see you.” Without waiting for a response, I walked out to the parking lot, headed for my ride to Dhaka airport. It was February 14, 2024. My father passed away on February 27, 2024, after being unconscious since February 21, following a brief episode of aches and pains we didn’t take seriously.
I’ve replayed the events of that day, and the next 13 days, in my mind countless times. I can recount them minute by minute, hour by hour: every diagnostic test, every conversation with family, doctors, and friends, the alert hours during flights back and forth, every agonizing breath I took. But this story is not about that. This is a celebration of my father, Muhammad Alfaz Uddin—a man both remarkably ordinary and extraordinarily exceptional at the same time.
The Rape of Bangladeshi Women in 1971 War of Independence
The Daily Star - Published: March 20, 2021
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