Female Freedom Fighter

[SilensOfTheLambs]

When ever we think about our Liberation War..A man's image floating in our immagination..
Am i right?
think so..

But there are also Female Freedom Fighter..

We should know about them
There are huge "Warwives" & "warchild" in our country..in our societe..
They are just not disclosing them selves for so called shy...

But I would like to say..

"You are gifed by the Freedom.Thats why we are here....thats why we are bangali..A Proud Bangali.."

My Deepest honor for all of them.

[SilensOfTheLambs]

Shirin Banu

I grew up in a political environment. My mother and father were both part of the Communist Party. In fact my mother was the 'Gono' Party's central member. My maternal uncles were also very political. My involvement was a long-term process - it didn't just start with the War. At the time the war started I was studying Bangla Honours at Edward College. Women fought in different ways away from the
forefront in the Liberation War. They somehow, almost miraculously tore down trees and laying them down on streets, barricading the Pakistani soldiers from moving forward. To Bengali freedom fighters they provided rice, shelter and information. Every house was a camp against the Pakistani Army.

in Pabna is where I saw my first
armed conflict. I was in the forefront at the first phase of the war. There were 28 of us in my military camp. Almost all of them died.
Sometimes people who were right next to me were killed.

What I saw as we moved forward was the remains of massacre after massacre. Lots of corpses on the streets. The group often had to split up, we were often separated for long periods of time from those we knew through the struggle. When we advanced from Pabna to Pakshi Bridge in Kushtia, I found myself among a group of strangers. When I did come across familiar people and we inquired about people who were missing I would get answers like "He died in the juddho." When I first saw a Pakistani soldier, I was disgusted. Our rights, our votes, we should have had our Prime Minister, but they denied these things to us and instead turned on us. The freedom struggle was the work of a lot of anger about that, which is what gave us the inspiration to fight.

There were some difficulties as a woman. In order to hide my identity, I would not bathe for days. Sometimes, I would go 10-15 days with bathing. A cousin who knew my identity, would explain to the others in the pond that I didn't know how to swim. When I had to go to the toilet, I had to wait until night.

The Pabna District Commissioner, Nurul Kader Khan knew there was a woman among the group, but he couldn't identify me even when I was standing right in front of our group as he addressed us. Once a foreign journalist who found out their was a woman in our regimen, asked to see me. Mr Khan asked our group where I was. He was shocked when someone responded pointing to me, "She's here." The journalist took a picture of me with a gun, which brought me a lot of recognition. The Statement of India, wrote a piece about me
titled, "A Shy Girl with a Gun." But I actually fought only for a short time with arms. There were so many others, Taraman Bibi, Runa Das,
Bithika Biswas who fought with me. But they didn't get published at the time.

I was in Pabna till April. I carried a 3-knot 3-Rifle, a 2-2 bolt these were weapons our Pabna DC collected from the police to distribute to
people. We didn't have many arms. We used what we had. I started off using a large fish 'boti' (knife to cut fish) for a long time. When we ran out of ammunition we had to retreat further and further. We eventually went to India for support and to request for more weaponry. In India, they didn't give weapons to us at first.

There was a training camp for women. Sajedur Chowdhury was in charge of the women's training camp in India. I was in the first batch, which had 234 women. We organised ourselves and motivated the people of India to support the Bangladeshi cause. The Communist Parties of the two countries had a strong link.

I provided nursing and military training to some of the women in the camp. Though I thought I would eventually return to Bangladesh to fight in the war, I did not end up returning for the rest of the year. My first day back in Bangladesh was first of the new year, 1972. When the war was over, we thought all of our dreams would come true. All of our dreams did not materialise. Our secular constitution was replaced with an Islamic constitution, we did not get freedom of religion, freedom from hunger, freedom from discrimination.
There is a long history and politics behind the war. A lot of misinformation has been produced since 1971 and now it is creeping into our
children's history books. That is why it so important for me and others who were part of history to tell our stories.


Alamtaj Begum Chhobi

In 1971, I was just 16 year old and an active part of the leftist party of Barisal. I was too young to know what it really meant to be a
political activist. I did not know what would become of me, what people would say. I first came in contact with the leftist movement when I was in class 9. I started absorbing ideas through my brothers, Humayan Kabir and Firoz Kabir, who were very active in the movement. They would have their fellow party friends over the house quite often and I would overhear what they were talking about as I served them tea. I read the leaflets they left lying around the house. Pretty soon I was helping them write the leaflets and paint walls with slogans using crushed coal for ink. In those days women had to wear a 'ghomta' (a veil over their head). Things like romance and talking to boys were not done, at least not openly. Women did not have exposure to a lot of things. Nevertheless, when the time came to stand side-by-side with the men to defend the country, women stepped up to the cause. No woman was forced to go or called to go. Everyone went on their own. What was the point of staying home? Either way we would be attacked at the hands of the Pakistani Army or by rajakars (Bengali collaborators).

My mother cried a lot when I left. She still cries for my brothers who died in the war. When I joined, I met many courageous women
Monika, Bithika Ray, Reba, Rekha, Nur Jahan.Some had been tortured, some had lost their houses to arson, some came with their husbands. My first weapon was the 3-knot-3 rifle. We didn't have a whole lot of arms. Later I carried a light machine gun (LMG), the pistol and hand grenades. At first I was scared about joining the war. But then my courage built up and it has stayed with me. To this day, I have no fear of dying.

When the Liberation War began, Bengalis formed a togetherness for one cause that had ever existed before or will ever exist again. There was no difference between male and female. We often slept side by side across the floor, but at no point were we ever disrespected.
I wore a sari when I joined, then I started wearing a lungi. When that became too inconvenient and finally I moved on to wearing
shirts with pants.

It was the practical thing to do. We had to go through rice paddy and khals (small lakes), wading knee-deep in water. Sometimes the water even came up to our shoulders. We had to stay in the same clothes often for 4 or 5 days at a time without bathing or eating. During the war I killed members of the Pakistani Army and rajakars. I used my guns and I used my bayonet. I gained a lot strength of mind during
that time. That strength of mind is helped me through the bad times.

The first man I killed was a rajakar. I thought it was justified because he has betrayed and wronged people. The rajakars, who were Bengalis, would guide the Pakistani Army to houses that had young women or active freedom fighters. The Army tortured, raped and killed these people to set an example and send a message to the terrorised Bengali people on where they stood. When victory was declared in December of 1971 it was the most joyous moment.

My return to home was a different story. People did not look highly on women who joined the war. And though not a single Pakistani Army officer had laid a hand on me during the war, rumours had gone around about the possibility that I was manhandled or worse. Two months after independence, my husband was lured out of our house by government officials, taken to Jhalokati and killed. I was three months pregnant.


After his death, I went to a relative's house in Dhaka because I knew I would not be accepted back home. She sent me back to my father's house. The community did not receive me well. My parents took me in, but I got cold treatment. I kept going back and forth between my in-laws house and my parent's house. I knew I had to stand on my own. I took up odd jobs paying a monthly salary of taka 40. I sewed, I tutored until I was financially solvent. I used to cry a lot. I used to beat my daughter. I took my anger out on her. I have
nothing to hide. Have I said anything that should bring me shame? This is just the bare truth.

What I faced after I returned from the war, it cannot be expressed in words. And it did not stop with family and community. Politics that
was once a higher cause, became debased. Since independence, I have not continued politics. I have been earning a living and raising my
family. I have learned a lot from life experience. My mission is to pass this knowledge to my daughters. The pain of hunger is a strong
pain. The real war is not fighting in the battle fields. It is what comes after the War. I have led a very different life. I am happy
about that. It has given me the opportunity to have many valuable life experiences. If I could tell anything to today's young woman
I would tell them to educate themselves, they have many opportunities we didn't. Learn to stand on your own.

The interview I gave for BBC and German radio, my words in The Daily Star, these are my certificates. I do not need an inauthentic
"official" certificate from the government. I may not be well-educated, but I know right from wrong.

[SilensOfTheLambs]

Farquan Begum


The Liberation War of 1971 didn't just begin overnight. It took long years of mobilising people towards the cause of gaining an independent nation. It took time to motivate people, educate people on their rights, and prepare people for this kind of movement. My
family and I had been involved in this process leading up to the war. Fighting for independence was in my blood. My mother was a "Bhasha Shohinik" (activist in Language Movement of 52). Before that, my parents and maternal uncles were active in the struggle for independence of India from the British. The Brits called them "terrorists". I had been involved with Chatra League for years. The West Pakistan governance created a disparity between the two Pakistans, they cheated us. We realised we had to stand on our own, we had to survive, we had to protect ourselves.

Bengalis are generally a peace-loving people. But when the Pakistani's unleashed such unbridled, inhumane atrocities, we as a people
became furious. When the war started, I helped establish camps for those who lost their homes. Among the displaced in the camps, we selected the young, strong ones to fight in the war. We collected arms and provided arms training.

We also collected funds for food, shelter, medicine and establishing nursing centers for the wounded. I was the leader of the Women's
Guerilla Squad in Agartala. I trained women to fight and use arms. We used our friends and relatives who were on duty in the Pakistani Army to help us free the captured.

Because of all my activities, I always carried a Chinese pistol. When I was with the others, fighting on the streets, I carried grenades.
During this terrible time, I saw villages set on fire, burning in the wake of the Pakistan's infiltration. The corpses we saw along our path
saddened me and fuelled the fires to fight against injustice.

Sometimes we didn't eat for days, we walked miles, sometimes eating fruits on our way. I did not face too much trouble joining the
cause of war as a women. Actually, I was trained from childhood to do this. Besides, I went to a coed school and came from a broadminded family. We all went through lots of trouble, but we did it for love of our nation. In the name of "Desh Prem" people can do anything.

After Muktijuddho, I did not associate with any political party because the country was free. The political party was just a vehicle to get
there. Instead, I put my energies into social work, humanist activities, working for the poor. I write and I have actively called on the
government to recognize freedom fighters. When we were fighting, we had a dream that all our people would be able to eat and enjoy
fundamental rights. However, big powers have a role to play, they make the rules, preventing us from realising those dreams.

We, the smaller countries must demand that the big powers play fairly. Right now, I am 'hanging' in between jobs. I was a Deputy Director and Senior Assistant at different levels of a ministry. But because of my associations before the war, sometimes we get shafted by different governments. Those who fought for the cause of war all were involved in political parties, it was for a greater cause. But now we are being punished for that.

[SilensOfTheLambs]

Nazma Begum

In 1971 her name was Kanon Banik. She hails from village Manikkandi of Mokshedpur PS in Gopalganj district. At the beginning of the Liberation War Pakistani forces in collaboration with the razakars took away Kanoan from her house, raped and tortured her. The Pak

Army came to the village adjacent to Kanon’s village in May 1971. They set fire to houses. They looted houses after house. In August a razakar named Muji came to Kanon’s house. He told her grandma: We will make all malauns (Infidels or Hindus) Muslims. No nomo (Hindu) will be allowed in our golden Pakistan. Only Muslims will live here. Next evening, Muji came along with some military personnel. They dragged out Kanon from the house. Kanon’s father tried to resist. The Pakistanis shot at her father. The army kicked her grandma when she also came to rescue Kanon. They tortured Kanon’s mother pushing her on the ground. Later Kanon’s mouth was tied and she was boarded on a boat. Soon they started beating her on boat. Bleeding started from different parts of her body as they bit her. But it was only the beginning. After she was taken to the camp, barbarous torture continued. The Pakistani forces raped and tortured her every night. During the confinement, she witnessed how women were tortured and killed, how women tied up with bamboo poles were gang-raped. She also witnessed how Bangalee youths were tortured, how they abortively tried to make the Bangalee youths to chant “Pakistan Zindabad”. When the tortured youths wanted water, they were offered urine.

After two months of her confinement, one-day freedom fighters attacked the camp. She and some others were rescued. The freedom fighters took her to her house, but her family fearing attacks by army and razakars and social taboos didn’t allow her to stay at the house. She went to the freedom fighters' camp. Here she learnt cleaning arms, operating rifle and exploding grenades. She also took part in a number of operations. She again returned to her home after the country was liberated. But again her parents denied to receive her. Then she got shelter at the house of a Muslim family. Mosharraf Sheikh, a freedom fighter of the camp where Kanon had got shelter, married her and she was given a new name-Nazma Begum. Mosharraf’s parents left him for marrying her. Valiant freedom fighter Nazma Begum is now living an inhumanly impoverished life at a slum in Dhaka. She, along with her ailing husband and four children, has to starve most of the days.

Rokeya Khatun

Rokeya Khatun hails from village Malanchi of Bagharpara district. As a young girl, Rokeya a politically conscious Bangalee joined the war, without informing her parents, to liberate her motherland from the occupation Pakistani force. Follwing a short training at Bagharpara freedom fighters’ camp, Rokeya went to the front line of the guerrilla warfare. At one stage of the war, Rokeya was caught by the Pakistani forces. She was in prison for six months and the hell broke loose on her. At that time she was denied food while being raped and tortured by the Pak troops. When the freedom fighters rescued her, Rokeya turned into a mere skeleton.

Rokeyea was caught by the Pakistani and razakar forces at the end of June 1971. Soon she was bloodstained following bayonet charges. At this stage she was taken to Jessore Cantonment and kept in a darkroom. Then the soldiers started grilling her and beating her with the rifle butts. Beating was followed by group rape and other forms of sexual tortures. She was kept in the cantonment for six months almost without foods. If she tried to resist, she was tortured with burning cigarettes. For being repressed and kept with minimum food month after month at the end she had no strength to resistance. During the long imprisonment, she was not given water properly. She was given little water once a week and with that she had to take shower and wash the blood smeared clothes. The freedom fighters rescued her in December. But by that time she was almost dead. Rokeya’s family took initiative for her marriage when she came back to her family after independence. But some villagers said: Khan (Pakistani) army kept her in cantonment for such a long time, what else she has now? Due to social stigma Rokeya was unmarried for a long time. At last she was married off with her mid-aged brother-in-law, who had already four children. Rokeya gave birth to two more daughters. At present her husband is terminally ill and Rokyea runs the family working as a housemaid.

In the 33 years of the independence Rokeya has neither received any recognition nor any support from the government. Worse, Rokeya has still to bear the taunts of the people: We didn’t lose our chastity at the hands of Khan soldiers like you.

Once a valiant freedom fighter who gave all a woman can treasure for the nation thirty three years later Rokeya is now a poor housemaid cleaning dishes in peoples’ houses in a country the prime minister of which laid herself voluntarily to the officers of the occupation army and the ministers who she fought against in the war.

Fatema Khatun

In 1071, Fatema Khatun was 18. The young girl of village Indra in Bagharpara PS of Jessore district had taken arms to protect her motherland. During the war Fatema fought in the front line hand in hand with her male comrades. At one stage of the war she was caught by the Pakistani forces. She was put in the prison where hundreds of Pak solders poked her flesh day and night. tarted her life in prison.

After the beginning of the war, Fatema took training along with her brother and two female friends. During the training period, she took part in several front line combats. At the end of June, 1971, Fatema, along with some of her comrades, was caught by Pakistani troops during an uneven battle. Within hours, she witnessed the gruesome killing of her brother at the hands of the Pak occupation forces. Then started her brutal captive life. As soon as she was taken to an army camp, Fatema was raped by a razakar. Later she was taken to Jessore Cantonment and was kept confined in a dungeon. Barbarous tortures were unleashed on her day after day, night after night. As she tried to resist she was burnt by the cigarettes. Sometimes, all members of a Paki platoon raped her tying her hands and legs on poles. They left her senseless. Platoons after platoons tore her body apart. Group rape continued throughout her imprisonment. During her imprisonment, she was scarcely given any meal. At one stage of her captivity Fatema became pregnant. But the Paks didn’t spare her group rape. Due to repeated rape during pregnancy, Fatema gave birth to a stillborn baby. During the entire period of her imprisonment, Fatema was never allowed to have a shower. When the freedom fighters rescued her from cantonment on December 6, she was almost dead.

Even after the independence, the valiant woman is subject to social stigmata. After Ziaur Rahman came to power in 1975, her mother sent Fatema to a different town to absolve her off the stigma attributed to her during the liberation war. Fatema tried to start a new life, she got married. But her husband left her when he came to know that she was kept confined in the cantonment. The second husband also left her for the same reason. Now Fatema along with her two sons has to starve. The money she gets working as a housemaid can’t afford her two meals a day.

Halima Parvin

Freedom fighter Halima Parvin hails from village Indra in Jessore district. She had taken arms in 1971 with the dream of freeing the country from the Pakistani occupation forces. At one stage of the war, she was caught by the occupation troops and had to go through a terrible time for six months.

One day in April 1971, the razakars and the occupation forces attacked Halima's village. Her house was set ablaze. Halima joined hand with the freedom fighters to save herself and her motherland. But she was caught by the Pakistani forces in June. Then started the frightful time. At first she was kept at a razakar's camp where she was subjected to brutal tortue and rape. The rajakars after tearing her apart raping her in groups piereced her body with bayonets. Half dead Halima was then taken to Jessore Cantonment blindfolded. There started another chapter of barbarous torture. She was given food twice a day. The Pakis poked her blood smeared body like hordes of pigs days and nights. During her long six-month confinement, she also witnessed how other women were tortured. She was compelled to dig graves for the women who died due to torture. She dug many graves for the women who were killed after group rape. She also witnessed how the Pakistani army forced victims to undergo abortion. Halima wore a bloody sari and a blouse throughout her six-month stay there. Whenever she tired to protest the torture she was slit with the bayonets. Still today her body bears the marks of torture she was subjected to day after day the cantonment.

Freedom fighters rescued her on December 6 and returned Halima to her parents. Even after the independence, some razakars tried to kill her. She fled from home and got shelter at the house of an uncle. The razakars were still so powerful that they made her father isolated from the society. The family could not arrange her marriage for long. In 1983, she got a job of a maid at Maheshpur Hospital. Next year she married one of her maternal brothers. But parents of her husband left their son for marrying a girl raped by the Pakistanis.

Halima has two children and a husban and her family lives on her income which is so small that the members of the family can scarcely afford one decent meal a day. Her younger son has impaired vision. But due to extreme poverty Halima can't afford her son’s treatment. Like her peers Halima is living an unbearable life in a country which he gave everything to free.

[anikaputush]

nice thread man!
I wud like to know about the female freedom fighters also!
Thanks for the info.

[SilensOfTheLambs]

few months back..i had a chance to meet with a "Birongona"..in a village..
It was my luck to pass some time with her..she s too old...

Time to left I just touched her..hand..she just look into my eyes..i didnt even say any words with her..but i fetl..she allready read my heart...

I saw a drop of tear pearl in her eyes..she just smiled..and said

"Valo theko Baba"
time to back..i was feling her eyes on my back..

my deepest honor to THEM.

[Rage]

This is great man thanks alot i neaver knew there were so many and may many of them are not listed

[dIsTiNG]

Originally Posted by SilensOfTheLambs

few months back..i had a chance to meet with a "Birongona"..in a village..
It was my luck to pass some time with her..she s too old...

Time to left I just touched her..hand..she just look into my eyes..i didnt even say any words with her..but i fetl..she allready read my heart...

I saw a drop of tear pearl in her eyes..she just smiled..and said

"Valo theko Baba"
time to back..i was feling her eyes on my back..

my deepest honor to THEM.

Are mia joss. I am building a pedia site for the history till 1971. I need help from u. give me ur msn id in pvt. thanx .

[BaNNa]

good job
i had no idea abt female freedom fighters..
nice sharing

[Icy]

Mojar bepar hoilo thread title a female spelling wrong chilo but nobody noticed that!