My mother was born in Hyderabad Deccan in India before the partition of the subcontinent. His father was a civil servant and a Collector (Talukdar) in the government of the Nizam of Hyderabad. She went to the Women’s college and then completed her bachelors degree in Home Economics. She moved to Dhaka in 1957 along with my father and together they started our little family.
She was a teacher and taught English at the Narayanganj School. She was a person of very strong character as you will learn from the book, “The boy refugee: A memoir from a long forgotten war.” She made great sacrifice in keeping our family together; she was a brave lady and visited our abandoned house after it was looted. She even stood up to the soldiers and questioned them. Above all she instilled in us the love of higher education. Her main goal in life, after release from camps, was to provide us three siblings the best education.
Father’s Day Post, June 20th 2021
It is befitting that this year Father’s Day and the World Refugee Day both fall on the same day. My father’s story is that of