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Suddenly her eyes sparkled. She told the angry soldiers, "Please listen to me! I drew the picture. I am Bulbul Chowdhury. My son's name is Babul.
“Bulbul was moaning on the floor. He was stunned at what his mother was saying! “Why is she telling a lie? Why?" Bulbul was puzzled.
Right that moment, he heard the voice of a cruel soldier, “You old woman! Don't you know, one who cast vote for the emblem of the boat is our bitterest enemy? And don't you know, what can be the enemy's fate?”
Now everything was clear to Bulbul. He was extremely worried and began to tremble. If he did not express the truth, he was afraid that his mother would immediately be shot to death by the soldiers!
He also realized that because his father was an influential person of the Awami League, he was compelled to leave town, as he was the target of the Pakistani military. His mother was trying to protect themselves from such violence.
The barbarous soldiers were approaching his mother! Bulbul was frozen with fear. He could visualize his mother's fate-death!“Oh my mother! My dear mother!" Bulbul cried out.